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The volume of tone grows, with repeated
accelerandos, each phrase finishing with an imitated zone beat' as
they close down on a muffled vibrating tone. Then the melody, sinister
in its monotony, breaks off and bursts into a crackling frog chorus.
Tones of varying pitch come from the changing levels as the circles
rise and fall; one body shoots up above the crouching forms which
heave or sink at the bidding of its dominant eyes. A fresh burst of
sound; then everything is torn asunder and they sink into silence.
Again a small solitary voice climbs the air, a tremulous, wailing
melody spiralling upwards. They all gather it and throb together on
one shuddering note, their bodies trembling. Each new phrase begins
with a stronger impulse of breath, as they sway from side to side
with restlessly twining fingers. Suddenly they shoot up all together
and sit erect with fingers spread, piercing the air like rays darting
out of a thicket of thorny branches. Light plays on their stretching
fingers so that these fingers themselves seem like flying sparks.
A hissing sound sweeps through the forest of fingers and blows them
hither and thither, sideways and in wide circles, faster and faster
with an ever-changing pitch of sharp, repeated syllables. A voice
is born out of the tangle of sound; then more and more voices in a
counterpoint of patterns. A kind of underground commotion creeps up
out of the dense thicket of bodies. Suddenly there comes a forward
plunge; hands drift to and fro like tentacles of sea-anemones on the
tide. Gradually they begin to lift and as it were to draw out of their
midst two figures who rise bewildered into the light, facing each
other astonished on either side of the lamp. The hands which supported
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