A Strange Story — Volume 08Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Philosophy
A Strange Story — Volume 08
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
"By this hour," answered Margrave, "they are in reach of my summons; and
when you and I have achieved the discovery--in the results of which we
shall share--I will exact no more from your aid. I trust all that rests
for my cure to my nurse and her swarthy attendants. You will aid me now,
as a matter of course; the physician whose counsel you needed to guide
your own skill enjoins you to obey my whim--if whim you still call it; you
will obey it, for on that whim rests your own sole hope of
happiness,--you, who can love--I love nothing but life. Has my frank
narrative solved all the doubts that stood between you and me, in the
great meeting-grounds of an interest in common?"
"Solved all the doubts! Your wild story but makes some the darker,
leaving others untouched: the occult powers of which you boast, and some
of which I have witnessed,--your very insight into my own household
sorrows, into the interests I have, with yourself, in the truth of a faith
so repugnant to reason--"
"Pardon me," interrupted Margrave, with that slight curve of the lip which
is half smile and half sneer, "if, in my account of myself, I omitted what
I cannot explain, and you cannot conceive: let me first ask how many of
the commonest actions of the commonest men are purely involuntary and
wholly inexplicable. When, for instance, you open your lips and utter a
sentence, you have not the faintest idea beforehand what word will follow
another. When you move a muscle can you tell me the thought that prompts
to the movement? And, wholly unable thus to account for your own simple
sympathies between impulse and act, do you believe that there exists a man
upon earth who can read all the riddles in the heart and brain of another?
Is it not true that not one drop of water, one atom of matter, ever really
touches another? Between each and each there is always a space, however
infinitesimally small. How, then, could the world go on, if every man
asked another to make his whole history and being as lucid as daylight
before he would buy and sell with him? All interchange and alliance rest
but on this,--an interest in common. You and I have established that
interest: all else, all you ask more, is superfluous. Could I answer
each doubt you would raise, still, whether the answer should please or
revolt you, your reason would come back to the same starting-point,
--namely, In one definite proposal have we two an interest in common?"
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