provocations, tendernesses, instinctive hates, dumb lusts and shy
timidities that touchedone at every point; and, save for rare
exalted moments, a regardlessness of broader aims and remoter
possibilities that made the white passion of statecraft seem as
unearthly and irrelevant to human life as the story an astronomer
will tell, half proven but altogether incredible, of habitable
planets and answering intelligences, suns' distances uncounted
across the deep. It seemed to me I had aspired too high and thought
too far, had mocked my own littleness by presumption, had given the
uttermost dear realityof life for a theoriser's dream.
All through that wandering agony of mine that night a dozen threads
of thoughtinterwove; now I was a soulspeaking in protest to God
against a task too cold and high for it, and now I was an angryman,
scorned and pointed upon, who had let life cheat him of the ultimate
pride of his soul. Now I was the fool of ambition, who opened his
box of gold to find blank emptiness, and now I was a spinner of
flimsy thoughts, whose web tore to rags at a touch. I realised for
the first time how much I had come to depend upon the mindand faith
of Isabel, how she had confirmed me and sustained me, how little
strength I had to go on with our purposes now that she had vanished
from my life. She had been the incarnation of those great
abstractions, the saving reality, the voice that answered back.
There was no support that night in the things that had been. We
were alonetogether on the cliff for ever more!-that was very
pretty in its way, but it had no truthwhatever that could helpme
now, no ounce of sustaining value. I wanted Isabel that night, no
sentiment or memoryof her, but Isabel alive,-to talk to me, to
touchme, to hold me together. I wanted unendurably the dusky
gentleness of her presence, the consolation of her voice.
We were alonetogether on the cliff! I startled a passing cabman
into interest by laughing aloud at that magnificent and
characteristicsentimentality. What a lie it was, and how
satisfyingit had been! That was just where we shouldn't remain.
We of all people had no distinction from that humanity whose lot is
to forget. We should go out to other interests, new experiences,
new demands. That tall and intricate fabric of ambitious
understandings we had built up together in our intimacy would be the
first to go; and last perhaps to endure with us would be a few gross
memoriesof sightsand sounds, and trivial incidental excitements…
I had a curious feelingthat night that I had lost touchwith life
for a long time, and had now been reminded of its quality. That
infernal little don's parody of my ruling phrase, " Hateand coarse
thinking," stuck in my thoughtslike a poisoned dart, a centre of
inflammation. Just as a man who is debilitated has no longer the
vitality to resist an infection, so my mind, slackened by the crisis
of my separation from Isabel, could find no resistance to his
emphatic suggestion. It seemed to me that what he had said was
overpoweringly true, not only of contemporary life, but of all
possible human life. Love is the rare thing, the treasured thing;
you lock it away jealouslyand watch, and well you may; hateand
aggression and force keep the streets and rule the world. And fine
thinkingis, in the rough issues of life, weak thinking, is a
balancing indecisive process, discovers with disloyal impartiality a
justice and a defect on each disputing side. " Goodhonest men," as
Dayton calls them, rule the world, with a way of thinkingout
decisions like shooting cartloads of bricks, and with a steadfast
pleasurein hostility. Dayton liked to call his antagonists
"blaggards and scoundrels"-it justified his opposition-the Lords
were "scoundrels," all people richer than be were "scoundrels," all
Socialists, all troublesome poor people; he liked to thinkof jails
and justice beingdone. His public spiritwas saturated with the
sombre joysof conflict and the pleasant thoughtof condign
punishment for all recalcitrant souls. That was the way of it, I
perceived. That had survival value, as the biologists say. He was
fool enough in politics to be a consistent and happypolitician…
Hateand coarse thinking; how the infernal truthof the phrase beat
me down that night! I couldn't rememberthat I had knownthis all
along, and that it did not reallymatter in the slightest degree. I
had worked it all out long ago in other terms, when I had seenhow
all parties stood for interests inevitably, and how the purpose in
life achieves itself, if it achieves itself at all, as a bye product
of the war of individuals and classes. Hadn't I always knownthat
science and philosophy elaborate themselvesin spite of all the
passion and narrowness of men, in spite of the vanities and weakness
of their servants, in spite of all the heated disorder of
contemporary things? Wasn't it my own phrase to speak of "that
greater mindin men, in which we are but moments and transitorily
lit cells?" Hadn't I knownthat the spiritof man still speaks like
a thing that struggles out of mud and slime, and that the mere
effort to speak means choking and disaster? Hadn't I knownthat we
who thinkwithout fearand speak without discretion will not come to
our own for the next two thousand years?
It was the last was most forgotten of all that faithmislaid.
Before mankind, in my vision that night, stretched new centuries of
confusion, vast stupid wars, hastily conceived laws, foolish
temporary triumphs of order, lapses, set-backs, despairs,
catastrophes, new beginnings, a multitudinous wilderness of time, a
nigh plotless drama of wrong-headed energies. In order to assuage
my parting from Isabel we had set ourselvesto imagine great rewards
for our separation, great personal rewards; we had promised
ourselvessuccess visible and shining in our lives. To console
ourselvesin our separation we had made out of the BLUE WEEKLY and
our young Tory movement preposterously enormous things-as though
those poor fertilising touchesat the soil were indeed the
germinating seeds of the millennium, as though a million lives such
as ours had not to contribute before the beginning of the beginning.
That poor pretence had failed. That magnificent proposition
shrivelled to nothing in the black lonelinessof that night.
I sawthat there were to be no such compensations. So far as my
realservices to mankind were concerned I had to live an
unrecognised and unrewarded life. If I made successes it would be
by the way. Our separation would alter nothing of that. My scandal
would cling to me now for all my life, a thing affecting
relationships, embarrassing and hampering my spirit. I should
follow the common lot of those who live by the imagination, and
follow it now in infinite lonelinessof soul; the one good
comforter, the one effectualfamiliar, was lost to me for ever; I
should do goodand evil together, no one caring to understand; I
should produce much weary work, much bad-spirited work, much
absoluteevil; the goodin me would be too often ill-expressed and
missed or misinterpreted. In the end I might leave one gleaming
flake or so amidst the slag heaps for a moment of postmortem
sympathy. I was afraid beyond measure of my derelict self. Because
I believed with all my soulin love and fine thinkingthat did not
mean that I should necessarily either love steadfastly or think
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