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also threw upon us the imputation of ingratitude for a beautiful
world by saying that so far as she was concerned she didn't want to
upset everything。 She was contented with things as they were； thank
you。
The discussion led in some way that I don't in the least recall now；
and possibly by abrupt transitions； to a croquet foursome in which
Margaret involved the curate without involving herself； and then
stood beside me on the edge of the lawn while the others played。 We
watched silently for a moment。
〃I HATE that sort of view；〃 she said suddenly in a confidential
undertone； with her delicate pink flush returning。
〃It's want of imagination；〃 I said。
〃To think we are just to enjoy ourselves；〃 she went on； 〃just to go
on dressing and playing and having meals and spending money！〃 She
seemed to be referring not simply to my cousins； but to the whole
world of industry and property about us。 〃But what is one to do？〃
she asked。 〃I do wish I had not had to come down。 It's all so
pointless here。 There seems to be nothing going forward； no ideas；
no dreams。 No one here seems to feel quite what I feel； the sort of
need there is for MEANING in things。 I hate things without
meaning。〃
〃Don't you dolocal work？〃
〃I suppose I shall。 I suppose I must find something。 Do you think
if one were to attempt some sort of propaganda？〃
〃Could you？〃 I began a little doubtfully。
〃I suppose I couldn't；〃 she answered； after a thoughtful moment。 〃I
suppose it would come to nothing。 And yet I feel there is so much
to be done for the world； so much one ought to be doing。 。 。 。 I
want to do something for the world。〃
I can see her now as she stood there with her brows nearly frowning；
her blue eyes looking before her； her mouth almost petulant。 〃One
feels that there are so many things going onout of one's reach；〃
she said。
I went back in the motor…car with my mind full of her； the quality
of delicate discontent； the suggestion of exile。 Even a kind of
weakness in her was sympathetic。 She told tremendously against her
background。 She was； I say； like a protesting blue flower upon a
cinder heap。 It is curious； too； how she connects and mingles with
the furious quarrel I had with my uncle that very evening。 That
came absurdly。 Indirectly Margaret was responsible。 My mind was
running on ideas she had revived and questions she had set
clamouring； and quite inadvertently in my attempt to find solutions
I talked so as to outrage his profoundest feelings。 。 。 。
7
What a preposterous shindy that was！
I sat with him in the smoking…room； propounding what I considered to
be the most indisputable and non…contentious propositions
conceivableuntil； to my infinite amazement； he exploded and called
me a 〃damned young puppy。〃
It was seismic。
〃Tremendously interesting time；〃 I said； 〃just in the beginning of
making a civilisation。〃
〃Ah！〃 he said； with an averted face； and nodded； leaning forward
over his cigar。
I had not the remotest thought of annoying him。
〃Monstrous muddle of things we have got；〃 I said； 〃jumbled streets；
ugly population； ugly factories〃
〃You'd do a sight better if you had to do with it；〃 said my uncle；
regarding me askance。
〃Not me。 But a world that had a collective plan and knew where it
meant to be going would do a sight better； anyhow。 We're all
swimming in a flood of ill…calculated chances〃
〃You'll be making out I organised that business down thereby
chancenext；〃 said my uncle； his voice thick with challenge。
I went on as though I was back in Trinity。
〃There's a lot of chance in the making of all great businesses；〃 I
said。
My uncle remarked that that showed how much I knew about businesses。
If chance made businesses； why was it that he always succeeded and
grew while those fools Ackroyd and Sons always took second place？
He showed a disposition to tell the glorious history of how once
Ackroyd's overshadowed him； and how now he could buy up Ackroyd's
three times over。 But I wanted to get out what was in my mind。
〃Oh！〃 I said； 〃as between man and man and business and business；
some of course get the pull by this quality or thatbut it's forces
quite outside the individual case that make the big part of any
success under modern conditions。 YOU never invented pottery； nor
any process in pottery that matters a rap in your works； it wasn't
YOUR foresight that joined all England up with railways and made it
possible to organise production on an altogether different scale。
You really at the utmost can't take credit for much more than being
the sort of man who happened to fit what happened to be the
requirements of the time； and who happened to be in a position to
take advantage of them〃
It was then my uncle cried out and called me a damned young puppy；
and became involved in some unexpected trouble of his own。
I woke up as it were from my analysis of the situation to discover
him bent over a splendid spittoon； cursing incoherently； retching a
little； and spitting out the end of his cigar which he had bitten
off in his last attempt at self…control； and withal fully prepared
as soon as he had cleared for action to give me just all that he
considered to be the contents of his mind upon the condition of
mine。
Well； why shouldn't I talk my mind to him？ He'd never had an
outside view of himself for years； and I resolved to stand up to
him。 We went at it hammer and tongs！ It became clear that he
supposed me to be a Socialist； a zealous； embittered hater of all
ownershipand also an educated man of the vilest； most
pretentiously superior description。 His principal grievance was
that I thought I knew everything； to that he recurred again and
again。 。 。 。
We had been maintaining an armed truce with each other since my
resolve to go up to Cambridge； and now we had out all that had
accumulated between us。 There had been stupendous accumulations。 。 。 。
The particular things we said and did in that bawlmg encounter
matter nothing at all in this story。 I can't now estimate how near
we came to fisticuffs。 It ended with my saying； after a pungent
reminder of benefits conferred and remembered； that I didn't want to
stay another hour in his house。 I went upstairs； in a state of
puerile fury； to pack and go off to the Railway Hotel； while he；
with ironical civility； telephoned for a cab。
〃Good riddance！〃 shouted my uncle； seeing me off into the night。
On the face of it our row was preposterous； but the underlying
reality of our quarrel was the essential antagonism； it seemed to
me； in all human affairs； the antagonism between ideas and the
established method； that is to say； between ideas and the rule of
thumb。 The world I hate is the rule…of…thumb world； the thing I and
my kind of peo