Section 4

Presently, in accordance with his wish, people came to talk to him, and he could forget himself again.  Rachel Borken sat for a long time with him and talked chiefly of women in the world, and with her was a girl named Edith Haydon who was already very well known as a cytologist.  And several of the younger men who were working in the place and a patient named Kahn, a poet, and Edwards, a designer of plays and shows, spent some time with him.  The talk wandered from point to point and came back upon itself, and became now earnest and now trivial as the chance suggestions determined.  But soon afterwards Gardener wrote down notes of things he remembered, and it is possible to put together again the outlook of Karenin upon the world and how he thought and felt about many of the principal things in life.

‘Our age,’ he said, ’has been so far an age of scene-shifting.  We have been preparing a stage, clearing away the setting of a drama that was played out and growing tiresome....  If I could but sit out the first few scenes of the new spectacle....

’How encumbered the world had become!  It was ailing as I am ailing with a growth of unmeaning things.  It was entangled, feverish, confused.  It was in sore need of release, and I suppose that nothing less than the violence of those bombs could have released it and made it a healthy world again.  I suppose they were necessary.  Just as everything turns to evil in a fevered body so everything seemed turning to evil in those last years of the old time.  Everywhere there were obsolete organisations seizing upon all the new fine things that science was giving to the world, nationalities, all sorts of political bodies, the churches and sects, proprietorship, seizing upon those treat powers and limitless possibilities and turning them to evil uses.  And they would not suffer open speech, they would not permit of education, they would let no one be educated to the needs of the new time....  You who are younger cannot imagine the mixture of desperate hope and protesting despair in which we who could believe in the possibilities of science lived in those years before atomic energy came....

’It was not only that the mass of people would not attend, would not understand, but that those who did understand lacked the power of real belief.  They said the things, they saw the things, and the things meant nothing to them....

’I have been reading some old papers lately.  It is wonderful how our fathers bore themselves towards science.  They hated it.  They feared it.  They permitted a few scientific men to exist and work—­a pitiful handful....  “Don’t find out anything about us,” they said to them; “don’t inflict vision upon us, spare our little ways of life from the fearful shaft of understanding.  But do tricks for us, little limited tricks.  Give us cheap lighting.  And cure us of certain disagreeable things, cure us of cancer, cure us of consumption, cure our colds and relieve us after repletion....”  We have changed all that, Gardener.  Science is no longer our servant.  We know it for something greater than our little individual selves.  It is the awakening mind of the race, and in a little while——­In a little while——­I wish indeed I could watch for that little while, now that the curtain has risen....