A Valiant Ignorance; vol. 1 of 3: A Novel in Three VolumesDickens, Mary Angela
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A Valiant Ignorance; vol. 1 of 3: A Novel in Three Volumes
Dickens, Mary Angela
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“You would find it if you looked far enough, without a doubt!” answered
the doctor decidedly. “This is a most interesting subject, Dennis, and
it’s one that it’s very difficult to look into without upsetting the
whole theory of moral responsibility, and doing more harm than enough. I
don’t say Romayne was mad, as the word is usually understood, but all
you tell me confirms a notion I have had about him ever since this
affair came out. He was what we call morally insane. I’ll tell you what
first put the idea into my head. It was the extraordinary obtuseness,
the extraordinary want of perception, of that blunder of his that burst
up the whole thing. Look at it for yourself. It was a flaw in his
comprehension of moral sense only possible in a man who knew of the
quality by hearsay alone. He must have been a very remarkable man. I
wish I had known him!”
“I have heard the term ‘moral insanity,’ of course,” said Falconer
slowly and distastefully, ignoring the doctor’s last, purely æsthetic
sentence, “but it has always seemed to me, doctor, if you’ll pardon my
saying so, a very dangerous tampering with things that should be sacred
even from science. I cannot believe that any man is actually incapable
of knowing right from wrong.”
“The difficulty is,” said the doctor drily, “that the words right and
wrong sometimes convey nothing to him, as the words red and blue convey
nothing to a colour-blind man, and the endearments of his wife convey
nothing to the lunatic who is convinced that she is trying to poison
him.” He paused a moment, and then said abruptly: “Are there any
children?”
Falconer glanced at him and changed colour slightly.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “One boy!”
The keen, shrewd face of the elder man softened suddenly and
indescribably under one of those quick sympathetic impulses which were
Dr. Aston’s great charm.
“Heaven help his mother!” he said gently.
Falconer moved quickly and protestingly, and there was a touch of
something like rebuke in his voice as he said:
“Doctor, you don’t mean to say that you think----”
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