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Chapter 4 終盤

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何がいいのか...

主人公がある種の啓示を受ける。死衣の衣が剥ぎ取られ、永遠に壊れないものへの道を自覚する場面

What were they now but cerements shaken from the body of death—the fear he had walked in night and day, the incertitude that had ringed him round, the shame that had abased him within and without—cerements, the linens of the grave?

His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her graveclothes.

Yes! Yes! Yes! He would create proudly out of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and beautiful, impalpable, imperishable.

そしてそれが堕落（falling）につながること！