Remington, those chaps are so infernally not-not bloody. It's part

of a man's duty sometimes at least to eat red beef and get drunk.

How is he tounderstand government if he doesn't? It scares me to

think of your lot-by a sort of misapprehension-being in power. A

kind of neuralgia in the head, by way of government. I don't

understand where YOU come in. Those others-they've no lusts.

Their ideal is anaemia. You and I, we had at least a lust to take

hold of life and make something of it. They-they want to take hold

of life and make nothing of it. They want to cut out all the

stimulants. Just as though life was anything else but a reaction to

stimulation!"…

He began to talk of his own life. He had had ill-fortune through

most of it. He was poor and unsuccessful, and a girl he had been

very fond of had been attacked and killed by a horse in a field in a

very horrible manner. These things had wounded and tortured him,

but they hadn't broken him. They had, it seemed to me, made a kind

of crippled and ugly demigod of him. He was, I began toperceive,

so much better than I had any right to expect. At first I had been

rather struck by his unkempt look, and it made my reaction all the

stronger. There was about him something, a kind of raw and bleeding

faith in the deep things of life, that stirred me profoundly as he

showed it. My set of people had irritated him and disappointed him.

I discovered at histouch how they irritated him. He reproached me

boldly. He made mefeel ashamed of my easy acquiescences as I

walked in my sleek tall neatness beside his rather old coat, his

rather battered hat, his sturdier shorter shape, and listened to his

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