The City is a maze of channels. Through them moves everlastingly a turbid Stream. Its weight eats downward; deepens the channels; heightens their walls. And as the City tilts, so runs the Stream.
The history of Quincy is lost in the Stream’s clotted pressure. He is one more molecule, replenishing its substance. Alone in its blind level of mass and flow, of clinging death and leaping restlessness, has he a true reality.
The Stream is a solution of what had been the flaring, eager things of life. The Stream’s source is Quincy. Quincy’s epilogue is the Stream.
THE END
Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:
to tranfigure it=> to transfigure it {pg 71}
the mental outfit=> the mental oufit {pg 80}
Accross the dismal=> Across the dismal {pg 173}
He was unscious=> He was unconscious {pg 262}