Tragic Comedians, the — Volume 1 by George Meredith
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with demagogues: as we see the conservative crumbling, we grow
conservatived. Try to think individually upon what you have to learn collectively--that is your task. You are of the few who will be equal to it. We are not men of blood, believe me. I am not. For example, I detest and I decline the duel. I have done it, and proved myself a man of metal notwithstanding. To say nothing of the inhumanity, the senselessness of duelling revolts me. 'Tis a folly, so your nobles practise it, and your royal wiseacre sanctions. No blood for me: and yet I tell you that whatever opposes me, I will sweep away. How? With the brain. If we descend to poor brute strength or brutal craft, it is from failing in the brain: we quit the leadership of our forces, and the descent is the beast's confession. Do I say how? Perhaps by your aid.-- You do not start and cry: "Mine!" That is well. I have not much esteem for non-professional actresses. They are numerous and not entertaining. --You leave it to me to talk.' 'Could I do better?' 'You listen sweetly.' 'It is because I like to hear.' 'You have the pearly little ear of a shell on the sand.' 'With the great sea sounding near it!' Alvan drew closer to her. 'I look into your eyes and perceive that one may listen to you and speak to you. Heart to heart, then! Yes, a sea to lull you, a sea to win you |
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