Far Country, a — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 254 pages of information about Far Country, a — Volume 3.

Far Country, a — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 254 pages of information about Far Country, a — Volume 3.

“Oh, I have worshipped success, too.  Perhaps I still do—­that isn’t the point.  An animal conquers his prey, he is in competition, in constant combat with others of his own kind, and perhaps he brings to bear a certain amount of intelligence in the process.  Intelligence isn’t the point, either.  I know what I’m saying is trite, it’s banal, it sounds like moralizing, and perhaps it is, but there is so much confusion to-day that I think we are in danger of losing sight of the simpler verities, and that we must suffer for it.  Your super-animal, your supreme-stag subdues the other stags, but he never conquers himself, he never feels the need of it, and therefore he never comprehends what we call tragedy.”

“I gather your inference,” I said, smiling.

“Well,” she admitted, “I haven’t stated the case with the shade of delicacy it deserves, but I wanted to make my meaning clear.  We have raised up a class in America, but we have lost sight, a little—­considerably, I think—­of the distinguishing human characteristics.  The men you were eulogizing are lords of the forest, more or less, and we women, who are of their own kind, what they have made us, surrender ourselves in submission and adoration to the lordly stag in the face of all the sacraments that have been painfully inaugurated by the race for the very purpose of distinguishing us from animals.  It is equivalent to saying that there is no moral law; or, if there is, nobody can define it.  We deny, inferentially, a human realm as distinguished from the animal, and in the denial it seems to me we are cutting ourselves off from what is essential human development.  We are reverting to the animal.  I have lost and you have lost—­not entirely, perhaps, but still to a considerable extent—­the bloom of that fervour, of that idealism, we may call it, that both of us possessed when we were in our teens.  We had occasional visions.  We didn’t know what they meant, or how to set about their accomplishment, but they were not, at least, mere selfish aspirations; they implied, unconsciously no doubt, an element of service, and certainly our ideal of marriage had something fine in it.”

“Isn’t it for a higher ideal of marriage that we are searching?” I asked.

“If that is so,” Nancy objected, “then all the other elements of our lives are sadly out of tune with it.  Even the most felicitous union of the sexes demands sacrifice, an adjustment of wills, and these are the very things we balk at; and the trouble with our entire class in this country is that we won’t acknowledge any responsibility, there’s no sacrifice in our eminence, we have no sense of the whole.”

“Where did you get all these ideas?” I demanded.

She laughed.

“Well,” she admitted, “I’ve been thrashing around a little; and I’ve read some of the moderns, you know.  Do you remember my telling you I didn’t agree with them? and now this thing has come on me like a judgment.  I’ve caught their mania for liberty, for self-realization—­whatever they call it—­but their remedies are vague, they fail to convince me that individuals achieve any quality by just taking what they want, regardless of others."....

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