V

A terrible overwhelming nausea. Vomiting, which lasts for
agonizing minutes, leaving her helpless on the floor.

Then cessation.

Then light--blinding light.

VI

At 3:10 Priscilla drank the Mencken medicine; at 3:12 she was
lying in agony on the floor; at 3:20 she opened her eyes; at 3:21
she walked out of her front door; and at 3:22 she discovered what
was wrong with Plymouth and the pilgrims.

Main Street. Straight and narrow. A Puritan thoroughfare in a
Puritan town.

The church. A centre of Puritan worship. The shrine of a narrow
theology which persistently repressed beauty and joy and life.

The Miles Standish house. The house of a Puritan. A squat,
unlovely symbol of repression. Beauty crushed by Morality.

Plymouth Rock. Hard, unyielding--like the Puritan moral code. A
huge tombstone on the grave of Pan.

She fled home. She flung herself, sobbing, on the bed. She
cried, "They're all Puritans that's what they are, Puritans!"