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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: not seen, when they have not known--when they have not found--it is for
them that the bells weep blood. I heard in the ringing it was an old man.
When the old die-- Listen to the bell! it is laughing--'It is right, it is
right; he has had his time.' They cannot ring so for the young."
She fell back exhausted; the hot light died from her eyes, and she lay
looking out into the street. By and by stragglers from the funeral began
to come back and disappear here and there among the houses; then all was
quiet, and the night began to settle down upon the village street.
Afterward, when the room was almost dark, so that they could not see each
other's faces, she said, "It will rain tonight;" and moved restlessly on
the pillows. "How terrible when the rain falls down on you."
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