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the new machiavelli-第115章

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problems。  I began to talk out my thoughts; sitting up beside her; 

as I could never talk of them to any one but Isabel; began to 

recover again the purpose that lay under all my political ambitions 

and adjustments and anticipations。  I saw the State; splendid and 

wide as I had seen it in that first travel of mine; but now it was 

no mere distant prospect of spires and pinnacles; but populous with 

fine…trained; bold…thinking; bold…doing people。  It was as if I had 

forgotten for a long time and now remembered with amazement。



At first; I told her; I had been altogether at a loss how I could do 

anything to battle against the aimless muddle of our world; I had 

wanted a clueuntil she had come into my life questioning; 

suggesting; unconsciously illuminating。  〃But I have done nothing;〃 

she protested。  I declared she had done everything in growing to 

education under my eyes; in reflecting again upon all the processes 

that had made myself; so that instead of abstractions and blue…books 

and bills and devices; I had realised the world of mankind as a 

crowd needing before all things fine women and men。  We'd spoilt 

ourselves in learning that; but anyhow we had our lesson。  Before 

her I was in a nineteenth…century darkness; dealing with the nation 

as if it were a crowd of selfish men; forgetful of women and 

children and that shy wild thing in the hearts of men; love; which 

must be drawn upon as it has never been drawn upon before; if the 

State is to live。  I saw now how it is possible to bring the loose 

factors of a great realm together; to create a mind of literature 

and thought in it; and the expression of a purpose to make it self…

conscious and fine。  I had it all clear before me; so that at a 

score of points I could presently begin。  The BLUE WEEKLY was a 

centre of force。  Already we had given Imperialism a criticism; and 

leavened half the press from our columns。  Our movement consolidated 

and spread。  We should presently come into power。  Everything moved 

towards our hands。  We should be able to get at the schools; the 

services; the universities; the church; enormously increase the 

endowment of research; and organise what was sorely wanted; a 

criticism of research; contrive a closer contact between the press 

and creative intellectual life; foster literature; clarify; 

strengthen the public consciousness; develop social organisation and 

a sense of the State。  Men were coming to us every day; brilliant 

young peers like Lord Dentonhill; writers like Carnot and Cresswell。  

It filled me with pride to win such men。  〃We stand for so much more 

than we seem to stand for;〃 I said。  I opened my heart to her; so 

freely that I hesitate to open my heart even to the reader; telling 

of projects and ambitions I cherished; of my consciousness of great 

powers and widening opportunities。 。 。 。



Isabel watched me as I talked。



She too; I think; had forgotten these things for a while。  For it is 

curious and I think a very significant thing that since we had 

become lovers; we had talked very little of the broader things that 

had once so strongly gripped our imaginations。



〃It's good;〃 I said; 〃to talk like this to you; to get back to youth 

and great ambitions with you。  There have been times lately when 

politics has seemed the pettiest game played with mean tools for 

mean endsand none the less so that the happiness of three hundred 

million people might be touched by our follies。  I talk to no one 

else like this。 。 。 。  And now I think of parting; I think but of 

how much more I might have talked to you。〃 。 。 。



Things drew to an end at last; but after we had spoken of a thousand 

things。



〃We've talked away our last half day;〃 I said; staring over my 

shoulder at the blazing sunset sky behind us。  〃Dear; it's been the 

last day of our lives for us。 。 。 。  It doesn't seem like the last 

day of our lives。  Or any day。〃



〃I wonder how it will feel?〃 said Isabel。



〃It will be very strange at firstnot to be able to tell you 

things。〃



〃I've a superstition that afterafter we've partedif ever I go 

into my room and talk; you'll hear。  You'll besomewhere。〃



〃I shall be in the worldyes。〃



〃I don't feel as though these days ahead were real。  Here we are; 

here we remain。〃



〃Yes; I feel that。  As though you and I were two immortals; who 

didn't live in time and space at all; who never met; who couldn't 

part; and here we lie on Olympus。  And those two poor creatures who 

did meet; poor little Richard Remington and Isabel Rivers; who met 

and loved too much and had to part; they part and go their ways; and 

we lie here and watch them; you and I。  She'll cry; poor dear。〃



〃She'll cry。  She's crying now!〃



〃Poor little beasts!  I think he'll cry too。  He winces。  He could

for tuppence。  I didn't know he had lachrymal glands at all until a 

little while ago。  I suppose all love is hystericaland a little 

foolish。  Poor mites!  Silly little pitiful creatures!  How we have 

blundered!  Think how we must look to God!  Well; we'll pity them; 

and then we'll inspire him to stiffen up againand do as we've 

determined he shall do。  We'll see it through;we who lie here on 

the cliff。  They'll be mean at times; and horrid at times; we know 

them!  Do you see her; a poor little fine lady in a great house;

she sometimes goes to her room and writes。〃



〃She writes for his BLUE WEEKLY still。〃



〃Yes。  SometimesI hope。  And he's there in the office with a bit 

of her copy in his hand。〃



〃Is it as good as if she still talked it over with him before she 

wrote it?  Is it?〃



〃Better; I think。  Let's play it's betteranyhow。  It may be that 

talking over was rather mixed with love…making。  After all; love…

making is joy rather than magic。  Don't let's pretend about that 

even。 。 。 。  Let's go on watching him。  (I don't see why her writing 

shouldn't be better。  Indeed I don't。) See!  There he goes down 

along the Embankment to Westminster just like a real man; for all 

that he's smaller than a grain of dust。  What is running round 

inside that speck of a head of his?  Look at him going past the 

Policemen; specks tooselected large ones from the country。  I 

think he's going to dinner with the Speakersome old thing like 

that。  Is his face harder or commoner or stronger?I can't quite 

see。 。 。 。  And now he's up and speaking in the House。  Hope he'll 

hold on to the thread。  He'll have to plan his speeches to the very 

end of his daysand learn the headings。〃



〃Isn't she up in the women's gallery to hear him?〃



〃No。  Unless it's by accident。〃



〃She's there;〃 she said。



〃Well; by accident it happens。  Not too many accidents; Isabel。  

Never any more adventures for us; dear; now。  No! 。 。 。  They play 

the game; you know。  They've begun late; but now they've got to。  

You see it's not so very hard for them since you and I; my dear; are 

here always; always 
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