new world was discovered； it remained only to be explored。
They had passed through the doorway into the further space；
where movement was so big； that it contained bonds and
constraints and labours； and still was plete liberty。 She was
the doorway to him； he to her。 At last they had thrown open the
doors； each to the other； and had stood in the doorways facing
each other； whilst the light flooded out from behind on to each
of their faces； it was the transfiguration； glorification； the
admission。
And always the light of the transfiguration burned on in
their hearts。 He went his way； as before； she went her way； to
the rest of the world there seemed no change。 But to the two of
them； there was the perpetual wonder of the transfiguration。
He did not know her any better； any more precisely； now that
he knew her altogether。 Poland； her husband； the war……he
understood no more of this in her。 He did not understand her
foreign nature； half German； half Polish； nor her foreign
speech。 But he knew her； he knew her meaning； without
understanding。 What she said； what she spoke； this was a blind
gesture on her part。 In herself she walked strong and clear； he
knew her； he saluted her； was with her。 What was memory after
all； but the recording of a number of possibilities which had
never been fulfilled？ What was Paul Lensky to her； but