"faster!" cried costermayne, "faster! did i teach you nothing in our long ago happy school days?" and he roared with laughter. "when the challenges come , you must rise to meet them!" and he strode ahead of me, unheeding.
costermayne grew smaller in the distance.
fenwick vanished from my sight.
the enormity of what had transpired suddenly overwhelmed me.
but i was no stranger to enormity.
or to suddenness.
above all, i was no stranger to being overwhelmed.
enormity - had not my whole life been one enormity after another? from the enormity of my so-called birth (which i had no memory of and always taken on faith) to the hideous enormities of mute and bewildered childhood (which i remembered only too well and had no need to take on faith) to the blizzard of petty indignities (i concede i can hardly call them enormities) of my schooldays and finally to the dribbling dregs of desperation, which, laid end to end, made up my "life" - had not enormity been my mother, brother and guardian angel?
or suddenness? could i ever forget the terrible day when i realized that i existed?