"You shall not know; you shall _not_ know." Barrenness and cold have descended on all the body of the earth.
Nothing moves any more, except the wind, that is charged with cold water, and the shells, that are surrounded by infinity, and the crows, and the thought that rolls immured in my head.
* * * * * * They are motionless at last, they who forever marched, they to whom space was so great! I see their poor hands, their poor legs, their poor backs, resting on the earth.

They are tranquil at last.

The shells which bespattered them are ravaging another world.

They are in the peace eternal.
All is accomplished, all has terminated there.

It is there, in that circle narrow as a well that the descent into the raging heart of hell was halted, the descent into slow tortures, into unrelenting fatigue, into the flashing tempest.