Book 2, Chapter 13: Fate Plays a Joke

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​⁠Traveling bars flowing along parallel, black and white; the white ones incandescent;—and a small helpless harried thing struggling to keep in the shadow of the black ones, or to regain it again across the pitiless zone of white that the little helpless thing called pain.—Traveling bars flowing along endlessly.

And then a great ball whirling in planetary space, half dark, half incandescent white, ha