the new machiavelli-第60章

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of　cards　to　secure　seats　came　later。　　There　were　yards　and　yards　of　

empty　green　benches　with　hats　and　hats　and　hats　distributed　along　

them；　resolute…looking　top　hats；　lax　top　hats　with　a　kind　of　shadowy　

grin　under　them；　sensible　top　bats　brim　upward；　and　one　scandalous　

incontinent　that　had　rolled　from　the　front　Opposition　bench　right　to　

the　middle　of　the　floor。　　A　headless　hat　is　surely　the　most　soulless　

thing　in　the　world；　far　worse　even　than　a　skull。　。　。　。



At　last；　in　a　leisurely　muddled　manner　we　got　to　the　Address；　and　I　

found　myself　packed　in　a　dense　elbowing　crowd　to　the　right　of　the　

Speaker's　chair；　while　the　attenuated　Opposition；　nearly　leaderless　

after　the　massacre；　tilted　its　brim　to　its　nose　and　sprawled　at　its　

ease　amidst　its　empty　benches。



There　was　a　tremendous　hullaboo　about　something；　and　I　craned　to　see　

over　the　shoulder　of　the　man　in　front。　　''Order；　order；　order！〃



〃What's　it　about？〃　I　asked。



The　man　in　front　of　me　was　clearly　no　better　informed；　and　then　I　

gathered　from　a　slightly　contemptuous　Scotchman　beside　me　that　it　

was　Chris　Robinson　had　walked　between　the　bonourable　member　in　

possession　of　the　house　and　the　Speaker。　　I　caught　a　glimpse　of　him　

blushingly　whispering　about　his　misadventure　to　a　colleague。　　He　was　

just　that　same　little　figure　I　had　once　assisted　to　entertain　at　

Cambridge；　but　grey…haired　now；　and　still　it　seemed　with　the　same　

knitted　muffler　he　had　discarded　for　a　reckless　half…hour　while　he　

talked　to　us　in　Hatherleigh's　rooms。



It　dawned　upon　me　that　I　wasn't　particularly　wanted　in　the　House；　

and　that　I　should　get　all　I　needed　of　the　opening　speeches　next　day　

from　the　TIMES。



I　made　my　way　out　and　was　presently　walking　rather　aimlessly　through　

the　outer　lobby。



I　caught　myself　regarding　the　shadow　that　spread　itself　out　before　

me；　multiplied　itself　in　blue　tints　of　various　intensity；　shuffled　

itself　like　a　pack　of　cards　under　the　many　lights；　the　square　

shoulders；　the　silk　hat；　already　worn　with　a　parliamentary　tilt　

backward；　I　found　I　was　surveying　this　statesmanlike　outline　with　a　

weak　approval。　　〃A　MEMBER！〃　I　felt　the　little　cluster　of　people　that　

were　scattered　about　the　lobby　must　be　saying。



〃Good　God！〃　I　said　in　hot　reaction；　〃what　am　I　doing　here？〃



It　was　one　of　those　moments　infinitely　trivial　in　themselves；　that　

yet　are　cardinal　in　a　man's　life。　　It　came　to　me　with　extreme　

vividness　that　it　wasn't　so　much　that　I　had　got　hold　of　something　as　

that　something　had　got　hold　of　me。　　I　distinctly　recall　the　rebound　

of　my　mind。　　Whatever　happened　in　this　Parliament；　I　at　least　would　

attempt　something。　　〃By　God！〃　I　said；　〃I　won't　be　overwhelmed。　　I　am　

here　to　do　something；　and　do　something　I　will！〃



But　I　felt　that　for　the　moment　I　could　not　remain　in　the　House。



I　went　out　by　myself　with　my　thoughts　into　the　night。　　It　was　a　

chilling　night；　and　rare　spots　of　rain　were　falling。　　I　glanced　over　

my　shoulder　at　the　lit　windows　of　the　Lords。　　I　walked；　I　remember；　

westward；　and　presently　came　to　the　Grosvenar　Embankment　and　

followed　it；　watching　the　glittering　black　rush　of　the　river　and　the　

dark；　dimly　lit　barges　round　which　the　water　swirled。　　Across　the　

river　was　the　hunched　sky…line　of　Doulton's　potteries；　and　a　kiln　

flared　redly。　　Dimly　luminous　trams　were　gliding　amidst　a　dotted　

line　of　lamps；　and　two　little　trains　crawled　into　Waterloo　station。　　

Mysterious　black　figures　came　by　me　and　were　suddenly　changed　to　the　

commonplace　at　the　touch　of　the　nearer　lamps。　　It　was　a　big　confused　

world；　I　felt；　for　a　man　to　lay　his　hands　upon。



I　remember　I　crossed　Vauxhall　Bridge　and　stood　for　a　time　watching　

the　huge　black　shapes　in　the　darkness　under　the　gas…works。　　A　shoal　

of　coal　barges　lay　indistinctly　on　the　darkly　shining　mud　and　water　

below；　and　a　colossal　crane　was　perpetually　hauling　up　coal　into　

mysterious　blacknesses　above；　and　dropping　the　empty　clutch　back　to　

the　barges。　　Just　one　or　two　minute　black　featureless　figures　of　men　

toiled　amidst　these　monster　shapes。　　They　did　not　seem　to　be　

controlling　them　but　only　moving　about　among　them。　　These　gas…works　

have　a　big　chimney　that　belches　a　lurid　flame　into　the　night；　a　

livid　shivering　bluish　flame；　shot　with　strange　crimson　streaks。　。　。　。



On　the　other　side　of　Lambeth　Bridge　broad　stairs　go　down　to　the　

lapping　water　of　the　river；　the　lower　steps　are　luminous　under　the　

lamps　and　one　treads　unwarned　into　thick　soft　Thames　mud。　　They　seem　

to　be　purely　architectural　steps；　they　lead　nowhere；　they　have　an　

air　of　absolute　indifference　to　mortal　ends。



Those　shapes　and　large　inhuman　placesfor　all　of　mankind　that　one　

sees　at　night　about　Lambeth　is　minute　and　pitiful　beside　the　

industrial　monsters　that　snort　and　toil　theremix　up　inextricably　

with　my　memories　of　my　first　days　as　a　legislator。　　Black　figures　

drift　by　me；　heavy　vans　clatter；　a　newspaper　rough　tears　by　on　a　

motor　bicycle；　and　presently；　on　the　Albert　Embankment；　every　seat　

has　its　one　or　two　outcasts　huddled　together　and　slumbering。



〃These　things　come；　these　things　go；〃　a　whispering　voice　urged　upon　

me；　〃as　once　those　vast　unmeaning　Saurians　whose　bones　encumber　

museums　came　and　went　rejoicing　noisily　in　fruitless　lives。〃　。　。　。



Fruitless　lives！was　that　the　truth　of　it　all？　。　。　。



Later　I　stood　within　sight　of　the　Houses　of　Parliament　in　front　of　

the　colonnades　of　St　Thomas's　Hospital。　　I　leant　on　the　parapet　

close　by　a　lamp…stand　of　twisted　dolphinsand　I　prayed！



I　remember　the　swirl　of　the　tide　upon　the　water；　and　how　a　string　of　

barges　presently　came　swinging　and　bumping　round　as　high…water　

turned　to　ebb。　　That　sudden　change　of　position　and　my　brief　

perplexity　at　it；　sticks　like　a　paper　pin　through　the　substance　of　

my　thoughts。　　It　was　then　I　was　moved　to　prayer。　　I　prayed　that　

night　that　life　might　not　be　in　vain；　that　in　particular　I　might　not　

live　in　vain。　　I　prayed　for　strength　and　faith；　that　the　monstrous　

blundering　forces　in　life　might　not　overwhelm　me；　might　not　beat　me　

back　to　futility　and　a　meaningless　acquiescence　in　existent　things。　　

I　knew　myself　for　the　weakling　I　was；　I　knew　that　nevertheless　it　

was　set　for　me　to　make　such　order　as　I　could　out　of　these　disorders；　

and　my　task　cowed　me；　gave　me　at　the　thought　of　it　a　sense　of　

yielding　feebleness。



〃Break　me；　O　God；〃　I　prayed　at　last；　〃disgrace　me；　torment　me；　

destroy　me　as　you　will；　but　save　me　from　self…complacency　and　little　

interests　and　little　successes　and　the　life　that　passes　like　the　

shadow　of　a　dream。〃







BOOK　THE　THIRD



THE　HEART　OF　POLITICS







CHAPTER　THE　FIRST



THE　RIDDLE　FOR　THE　STATESMAN







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I　have　been　planning　and　replanning；　writing　and　rewriting；　this　

next　portion　of　my　book　for　many　days。　　I　perceive　I　must　leave　it　

raw　edged　and　ill　joined。　　I　have　learnt　something　of　the　

impossibility　of　History。　　For　all　I　have　had　to　tell　is　the　story　

of　one　man's　convictions　and　aims　and　how　they　reacted　upon　his　

life；　and　I　find　it　too　subtle　and　involved　and　intricate　for　the　

doing。　　I　find　it　taxes　all　my　powers　to　convey　even　the　main　forms　

and　forces　in　that　development。　　It　is　like　looking　through　moving　

media　of　changing　hue　and　variable　refraction　at　something　vitally　

unstable。　　Broad　theories　and　generalisations　are　mingled　with　

personal　influences；　with　prevalent　prejudices；　and　not　only　

coloured　but　altered　by　phases　of　hopefulness　and　moods　of　

depression。　　The　web　is　made　up　of　the　most　diverse　elements；　beyond　

treatment　multitudinous。　。　。　。　　For　a　week　or　so　I　desisted　

altogether；　and　walked　over　the　mountains　and　returned　to　sit　

through　the　warm　soft　mornings　among　the　shaded　rocks　above　this　

little　perched…up　house　of　ours；　discussing　my　difficulties　with　

Isabel　and　I　think　on　the　whole　complicating　them　further　in　the　

effort　to　s