News from Nowhere, or, an Epoch of Rest : being some chapters from a utopian romance by William Morris
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"Well," said he, "now the storm of eloquence has lulled for a little,
suppose you answer my question?--that is, if you like, you know," quoth he, with a sudden access of courtesy. "What question?" said I. For I must confess that Ellen's strange and almost wild beauty had put it out of my head. Said he: "First of all (excuse my catechising), is there competition in life, after the old kind, in the country whence you come?" "Yes," said I, "it is the rule there." And I wondered as I spoke what fresh complications I should get into as a result of this answer. "Question two," said the carle: "Are you not on the whole much freer, more energetic--in a word, healthier and happier--for it?" I smiled. "You wouldn't talk so if you had any idea of our life. To me you seem here as if you were living in heaven compared with us of the country from which I came." "Heaven?" said he: "you like heaven, do you?" "Yes," said I--snappishly, I am afraid; for I was beginning rather to resent his formula. "Well, I am far from sure that I do," quoth he. "I think one may do more with one's life than sitting on a damp cloud and singing hymns." I was rather nettled by this inconsequence, and said: "Well, |
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