BEYOND THE REALM OF WEATHER 209 



wind. I did not even try to shoot; I was try 

 ing to find myself in an elemental world that 

 seemed bigger and more powerful than I had 

 ever conceived it. 



Gradually I realized that I was cold. The 

 wind seemed suddenly to have become aware 

 of me. It roared down upon me, it shook me, 

 worried me, let me go, and pounced upon me 

 again in the sport of power. I said to myself, 

 &quot;I cannot resist, I will give myself up to it 

 absolutely.&quot; I stopped feeling cold. I was 

 no more than a ship s timber lying on the 

 shore with just a centre, a point of con 

 sciousness somewhere inside, to be aware of 

 the difference between the elements and the 

 something I knew was myself. 



But at last I moved. It was fatal. A wave 

 of cold started, pricking somewhere in my 

 head, and undulated sinuously through me, 

 down to my feet. More waves followed; they 

 careered through me. I considered them with 

 interest. Then they settled into aches at all 

 the extremities. All at once it ceased to be 

 interesting, and became a personal grievance 

 against the wind? the ducks? No Jona 

 than! Of course it was Jonathan s fault. Why 



