There was a light above me. Somebody's down there!..shouted a man
"where"?a minute later,a rope was thrown down to me.
Can you get a hand on it? Shouted one of the man put your foot in the rope then we can pull
You up .i tried to stop shaking ,put out a hand and held the rope . Then I managed to climb
On it . Hold on! Slowly ,the two men pulled me up the side of the cliff. When I got to the top,I saw that they were policemen.
Are you ok?one of them asked.
Yes,I said, although I was actually scared stiff.
We were driving out along the cliff road,he said ,helping me across to the police car.
We heard the cliff go . We're you alone down there?
No...yes...I mean ...I sat in the car and tried to stop shaking.one of them put a coat over my shoulders.
What's wrong? He asked.
The eyes....I began , but then I stopped . How could I explain? I could still see the statue in my head
The bearded face, the eyes. The eyes had looked at me,I was sure of it. And the eyes were alive-
I would swear to it.
What were you doing down there? The same policemen was asking me.
'learning the truth,' I said after a moment . 'learning about hatred.'
Discovering the Stillwater secret,I thought.