Understand that up to this time I had not yet thought of the stage as a
career for myself. I hadn't yet needed it. I had not then realized that
the insight and passion which have singled me out among women of my
profession couldn't be turned to render the mere business of living
beautiful and fit. I hardly understand it now. Why should people pay
night after night to see me loving, achieving, suffering, in a way they
wouldn't think of undertaking for themselves? Life as I saw it was
sufficiently dramatic: charged, wonderful. I at least felt at home in
the great moments of kings, the tender hours of poets, and I hadn't
thought of my participation in these things rendering me in any way
superior to Higgleston or even different. If I had, I shouldn't have
settled there in the first place. If I had glimpsed even at Tommy's
exclusion from all that mattered passionately to me, I shouldn't have
married him. It was because I had not yet begun to be markedly
dissatisfied with either of them that I presently got myself the
reputation of having trampled both Tommy and Higgleston underfoot. I
must ask your patience for a little until I show you how wholly I
offered myself to them both and how completely they wouldn't have me.
The point of departure was of course that I didn't accept the
Higglestonian reading of married obligations to mean that my whole time
was to be taken up with just living with Tommy. It was as natural, and
in view of the scope it afforded for individual development, a more
convenient arrangement than living with my mother, but not a whit more
absorbing. I couldn't, anyway, think of just living as an end, and
accordingly I looked about for a more spacious occupation; I thought I
had found it in the directing of that submerged spiritual passion which
I had felt in the sustaining drama of the war. I had a notion there
might be a vent for it in the shape of a permanent dramatic society by
means of which all Higgleston, and I with them, could escape temporarily
from its commonness into the heroic movement. It was all very clear in
my own mind but it failed utterly in communication.
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