Upton Sinclair - The Metropolis

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the duty, he had had his raw material cast in the form of statues, and brought them in as works of art!

And terrible and vile as were the sources from which the fortunes had been derived, they were no viler or more terrible than the purposes for which they were spent. Mrs. Vivie Patton had hinted to Montague of a "Decameron Club," whose members gathered in each other's homes and vied in the telling of obscene stories; Strathcona had told him about another set of exquisite ladies and gentlemen who gave elaborate entertainments, in which they dressed in the costumes of by-gone periods, and imitated famous characters in history, and the vices and orgies of courts and camps. One heard of "Cleopatra nights" on board of yachts at Newport. There was a certain Wall Street "plunger," who had begun life as a mining man in the West; and when his customers came to town, he would hire a trolley-car, and take a load of champagne and half a dozen prostitutes, and spend the night careering about the country. This man was now quartered in one of the great hotels in New York; and in his apartments he would have prize-fights and chicken fights; and bloodthirsty exhibitions called "purring matches," in which men tried to bark each other's shins; or perhaps a "battle royal," with a diamond scarf-pin dangling from the ceiling, and half a dozen negroes in a free-for-all fight for the prize. There was another personage, a hundred times over a millionaire, who had built himself a palace which

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was a nightmare to the whole city; you might be invited to dinner in this palace, and find yourself seated at table with three or four naked women. And there was one of his friends whose pleasure it was to rub perfumes upon the bodies of young girls, and intoxicate himself with the odour ; when this aged man was married, his scandals came creeping out of their holes like loathsome snakes.

Montague was now in a world to which all these grisly secrets were the everyday facts of life; among these girls of the greenrooms and the artists' studios one would hear the names of the greatest and most honoured in the land bandied about with fearful jests. "I was with a judge last night," said a young woman who stopped to greet Oliver; and then there followed a tale of a place where various forms of degenerate vice were practised in order to stimulate the jaded appetite.

No picture of the ways of the Metropolis would be complete which did not force upon the reluctant reader some realisation of the extent to which these hideous practices of unnatural vice were spreading. To say that among the leisure classes they were raging like a pestilence would be no exaggeration. Ten years ago they were regarded with aversion by even the professionally vicious; but now the commonest prostitute accepted them as part of her fate.

And there was no height to which they had not reached — ministers of state were enslaved by them; great fortunes and public

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events were controlled by them. In Washington there had been an ambassador whose natural daughter taught them in the houses of the great, until the scandal forced the minister's recall. Some of these practices were terrible in their effects, completely wrecking the victim in a short time; and physicians who studied their symptoms would be horrified to see them appearing in the homes of their friends.

And from New York, the centre of the wealth and culture of the country, these vices spread to every corner of it. Theatrical companies and travelling salesmen carried them; visiting merchants and sight-seers acquired them. Pack-pedlers sold vile pictures and books — the manufacturing or importing of which was now quite an industry; one might read catalogues printed abroad in English, the contents of which would make one's flesh creep. There were cheap weeklies, costing ten cents a year, which were thrust into area-windows for servant-girls; there were yellow-covered French novels of un-behevable depravity for the mistress of the house. It was a curious commentary upon the morals of Society that upon the trains running to a certain suburban community frequented by the ultra-fashionable, the newsboys did a thriving business in such literature; and when the pastor of the fashionable church eloped with a society girl, the bishop publicly laid the blame to the morals of his parishioners!

The theory was that there were two worlds, and that they were kept rigidly separate. There

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were two sets of women; one to be toyed with and flung aside, and the other to be protected and esteemed. Such things as prostitutes and kept women might exist, but people of refinement did not talk about them, and were not concerned with them. But Montague was familiar with the saying, that if you follow the chain of the slave, you will find the other end about the wrist of the master; and he discovered that the Tenderloin was wreaking its vengeance upon Fifth Avenue. It was not merely that the men of wealth were carrying to their wives and chil-dren the diseases of vice; they were carrying also the manners and the ideals.

Montague had been amazed by the things he had found in New York Society; the smoking and drinking and gambling of women, their hard and cynical views of life, their continual telling of coarse stories. And here, in this underworld, he had come upon the fountainhead of the corruption. It was something which came to him in a sudden flash of intuition — the barriers between the two worlds were breaking down!

He could picture the process in a hundred different forms. There was Betty Wyman. His brother had meant to take her to the theatre, to let her see Rosalie, by way of a joke! So, of course, Betty knew of his escapades, and of those of his set; she and her girl friends were whispering and jesting about them. Here sat Oliver, smiling and cynical, toying with Rosalie as a cat might toy with a mouse; and to-morrow he would be with Betty — and could anyone

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doubt any longer whence Betty had derived her attitude to life? And the habits of mind that Oliver had taught her as a girl she would not forget as a wife; he might be anxious to keep her to himself, but there would be others whose interest was different.

And Montague recalled other things that he had seen or heard in Society, that he could put his finger upon, as having come out of this under-world. The more he thought of the explanation, the more it seemed to explain. This 'Society," which had perplexed him — now he could describe it: its manners and ideals of life were those which he would have expected to find in the "fast" side of stage life.

It was, of course, the women who made Society, and gave it its tone; and the women of Society were actresses. They were actresses in their love of notoriety and display; in their taste in clothes and jewels, their fondness for cigarettes and champagne. They made up like actresses; they talked and thought like actresses. The only obvious difference was that the women of the stage were carefully selected — were at least up to a certain standard of physical excellence; whereas the women of Society were not selected at all, and some were lean, and some were stout, and some were painfully homely.

Montague recalled cases where the two sets had met, as at some of the private entertainments. It was getting to be the fashion to hobnob with the stage people on such occasions ; and he recalled how naturally the younger people took to this. Only the older women held

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aloof; looking down upon the women of the

stage from an ineffable height, as belonging

to a lower caste—because they were obliged

to work for their livings. But it seemed

to Montague, as he sat and talked with this

30or chorus-girl who had sold herself for a