the new machiavelli-第54章

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actually　placed　in　the　political　world。　　They　ranged　between　very　

considerable　wealth　and　such　a　hard；　bare　independence　as　old　

Willersley　and　the　sister　who　kept　house　for　him　possessed。　　There　

were　quite　a　number　of　young　couples　like　ourselves；　a　little　

younger　and　more　artless；　or　a　little　older　and　more　established。　　

Among　the　younger　men　I　had　a　sort　of　distinction　because　of　my　

Cambridge　reputation　and　my　writing；　and　because；　unlike　them；　I　was　

an　adventurer　and　had　won　and　married　my　way　into　their　circles　

instead　of　being　naturally　there。　　They　couldn't　quite　reckon　upon　

what　I　should　do；　they　felt　I　had　reserves　of　experience　and　

incalculable　traditions。　　Close　to　us　were　the　Cramptons；　Willie　

Crampton；　who　has　since　been　Postmaster…General；　rich　and　very　

important　in　Rockshire；　and　his　younger　brother　Edward；　who　has　

specialised　in　history　and　become　one　of　those　unimaginative　men　of　

letters　who　are　the　glory　of　latter…day　England。　　Then　there　was　

Lewis；　further　towards　Kensington；　where　his　cousins　the　Solomons　

and　the　Hartsteins　lived；　a　brilliant　representative　of　his　race；　

able；　industrious　and　invariably　uninspired；　with　a　wife　a　little　in　

revolt　against　the　racial　tradition　of　feminine　servitude　and　

inclined　to　the　suffragette　point　of　view；　and　Bunting　Harblow；　an　

old　blue；　and　with　an　erratic　disposition　well　under　the　control　of　

the　able　little　cousin　he　had　married。　　I　had　known　all　these　men；　

but　now　（with　Altiora　floating　angelically　in　benediction）　they　

opened　their　hearts　to　me　and　took　me　into　their　order。　　They　were　

all　like　myself；　prospective　Liberal　candidates；　with　a　feeling　that　

the　period　of　wandering　in　the　wilderness　of　opposition　was　drawing　

near　its　close。　　They　were　all　tremendously　keen　upon　social　and　

political　service；　and　all　greatly　under　the　sway　of　the　ideal　of　a　

simple；　strenuous　life；　a　life　finding　its　satisfactions　in　

political　achievements　and　distinctions。　　The　young　wives　were　as　

keen　about　it　as　the　young　husbands；　Margaret　most　of　all；　and　I

whatever　elements　in　me　didn't　march　with　the　attitudes　and　habits　

of　this　set　were　very　much　in　the　background　during　that　time。



We　would　give　little　dinners　and　have　evening　gatherings　at　which　

everything　was　very　simple　and　very　good；　with　a　slight　but　

perceptible　austerity；　and　there　was　more　good　fruit　and　flowers　and　

less　perhaps　in　the　way　of　savouries；　patties　and　entrees　than　was　

customary。　　Sherry　we　banished；　and　Marsala　and　liqueurs；　and　there　

was　always　good　home…made　lemonade　available。　　No　men　waited；　but　

very　expert　parlourmaids。　　Our　meat　was　usually　Welsh　muttonI　

don't　know　why；　unless　that　mountains　have　ever　been　the　last　refuge　

of　the　severer　virtues。　　And　we　talked　politics　and　books　and　ideas　

and　Bernard　Shaw　（who　was　a　department　by　himself　and　supposed　in　

those　days　to　be　ethically　sound　at　bottom）；　and　mingled　with　the　

intellectualsI　myself　was；　as　it　were；　a　promoted　intellectual。



The　Cramptons　had　a　tendency　to　read　good　things　aloud　on　their　less　

frequented　receptions；　but　I　have　never　been　able　to　participate　

submissively　in　this　hyper…digestion　of　written　matter；　and　

generally　managed　to　provoke　a　disruptive　debate。　　We　were　all　very　

earnest　to　make　the　most　of　ourselves　and　to　be　and　do；　and　I　wonder　

still　at　times；　with　an　unassuaged　perplexity；　how　it　is　that　in　

that　phase　of　utmost　earnestness　I　have　always　seemed　to　myself　to　

be　most　remote　from　reality。







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I　look　back　now　across　the　detaching　intervention　of　sixteen　crowded　

years；　critically　and　I　fancy　almost　impartially；　to　those　

beginnings　of　my　married　life。　　I　try　to　recall　something　near　to　

their　proper　order　the　developing　phases　of　relationship。　　I　am　

struck　most　of　all　by　the　immense　unpremeditated；　generous…spirited　

insincerities　upon　which　Margaret　and　I　were　building。



It　seems　to　me　that　here　I　have　to　tell　perhaps　the　commonest　

experience　of　all　among　married　educated　people；　the　deliberate；　

shy；　complex　effort　to　fill　the　yawning　gaps　in　temperament　as　they　

appear；　the　sustained；　failing　attempt　to　bridge　abysses；　level　

barriers；　evade　violent　pressures。　　I　have　come　these　latter　years　

of　my　life　to　believe　that　it　is　possible　for　a　man　and　woman　to　be　

absolutely　real　with　one　another；　to　stand　naked　souled　to　each　

other；　unashamed　and　unafraid；　because　of　the　natural　all…glorifying　

love　between　them。　　It　is　possible　to　love　and　be　loved　untroubling；　

as　a　bird　flies　through　the　air。　　But　it　is　a　rare　and　intricate　

chance　that　brings　two　people　within　sight　of　that　essential　union；　

and　for　the　majority　marriage　must　adjust　itself　on　other　terms。　　

Most　coupled　people　never　really　look　at　one　another。　　They　look　a　

little　away　to　preconceived　ideas。　　And　each　from　the　first　days　of　

love…making　HIDES　from　the　other；　is　afraid　of　disappointing；　afraid　

of　offending；　afraid　of　discoveries　in　either　sense。　　They　build　not　

solidly　upon　the　rock　of　truth；　but　upon　arches　and　pillars　and　

queer　provisional　supports　that　are　needed　to　make　a　common　

foundation；　and　below　in　the　imprisoned　darknesses；　below　the　fine　

fabric　they　sustain　together　begins　for　each　of　them　a　cavernous　

hidden　life。　　Down　there　things　may　be　prowling　that　scarce　ever　

peep　out　to　consciousness　except　in　the　grey　half…light　of　sleepless　

nights；　passions　that　flash　out　for　an　instant　in　an　angry　glance　

and　are　seen　no　more；　starved　victims　and　beautiful　dreams　bricked　

up　to　die。　　For　the　most　of　us　there　is　no　jail　delivery　of　those　

inner　depths；　and　the　life　above　goes　on　to　its　honourable　end。



I　have　told　how　I　loved　Margaret　and　how　I　came　to　marry　her。　　

Perhaps　already　unintentionally　I　have　indicated　the　quality　of　the　

injustice　our　marriage　did　us　both。　　There　was　no　kindred　between　us　

and　no　understanding。　　We　were　drawn　to　one　another　by　the　

unlikeness　of　our　quality；　by　the　things　we　misunderstood　in　each　

other。　　I　know　a　score　of　couples　who　have　married　in　that　fashion。



Modern　conditions　and　modern　ideas；　and　in　particular　the　intenser　

and　subtler　perceptions　of　modern　life；　press　more　and　more　heavily　

upon　a　marriage　tie　whose　fashion　comes　from　an　earlier　and　less　

discriminating　time。　　When　the　wife　was　her　husband's　subordinate；　

meeting　him　simply　and　uncritically　for　simple　ends；　when　marriage　

was　a　purely　domestic　relationship；　leaving　thought　and　the　vivid　

things　of　life　almost　entirely　to　the　unencumbered　man；　mental　and　

temperamental　incompatibilities　mattered　comparatively　little。　　But　

now　the　wife；　and　particularly　the　loving　childless　wife；　

unpremeditatedly　makes　a　relentless　demand　for　a　complete　

association；　and　the　husband　exacts　unthought　of　delicacies　of　

understanding　and　co…operation。　　These　are　stupendous　demands。　　

People　not　only　think　more　fully　and　elaborately　about　life　than　

they　ever　did　before；　but　marriage　obliges　us　to　make　that　ever　more　

accidented　progress　a　three…legged　race　of　carelessly　assorted　

couples。　。　。　。



Our　very　mental　texture　was　different。　　I　was　rough…minded；　to　use　

the　phrase　of　William　James；　primary　and　intuitive　and　illogical；　

she　was　tender…minded；　logical；　refined　and　secondary。　　She　was　

loyal　to　pledge　and　persons；　sentimental　and　faithful；　I　am　loyal　to　

ideas　and　instincts；　emotional　and　scheming。　　My　imagination　moves　

in　broad　gestures；　her's　was　delicate　with　a　real　dread　of　

extravagance。　　My　quality　is　sensuous　and　ruled　by　warm　impulses；　

hers　was　discriminating　and　essentially　inhibitory。　　I　like　the　

facts　of　the　case　and　to　mention　everything；　I　like　naked　bodies　and　

the　jolly　smells　of　things。　　She　abounded　in　reservations；　in　

circumlocutions　and　evasions；　in　keenly　appreciated　secondary　

points。　　Perhaps　the　reader　knows　that　Tintoretto　in　the　National　

Gallery；　the　Origin　of　the　Milky　Way。　　It　is　an　admirable　test