English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
Talking of ethics, there was one thing especially that he absolutely
could not bear--that second-hand creature, a gentleman; the notion
that his own superlative self should be compelled by some mouldy and
incomprehensible tradition to respect the feelings or see the point
of view of others--this was indeed the limit. No, no! To bound upon
the heads and limbs the prejudices and convictions of those he came in
contact with, especially in print, that was a holy duty. And, though
conscientious to a degree, there was certainly no one of all his duties
that he performed so conscientiously as this. No amenities defiled his
tongue or pen, nor did he ever shrink from personalities--his spiritual
honesty was terrific. But he never thrust or cut where it was not
deserved; practically the whole world was open to his scorn, as he well
knew, and he never needed to go out of his way to find victims for it.
Indeed, he made no cult at all of eccentricity--that was for smaller
creatures. His dress, for instance, was of the soberest, save that now
and then he would wear a purple shirt, grey boots, or a yellow-ochre
tie. His life and habits, lost in the future, were, on the whole,
abstemious. He had no children, but set great store by them, and fully
meant when he had time to have quite a number, for this was, he knew,
his duty to a world breeding from mortal men. Whether they would
arrive before he did was a question, since, until then, his creative
attention could hardly be sufficiently disengaged.
At times he scarcely knew himself, so absorbed was he; but you knew him
because he breathed rather hard, as became a man lost in creation. In
the higher flights of his genius he paused for nothing, not even for
pen and paper; he touched the clouds, indeed--and, like the clouds,
height piled on vaporous height, his images and conceptions hung
wreathed, immortal, evanescent as the very air. It was an annoyance
to him afterward to find that he had neglected to pin them to earth.
Still, with his intolerance of all except divinity, and his complete
faith that he must in time achieve it, he was perhaps the most
interesting person to be found in the purlieus of--wherever it might be.
V.--THE PRECEPTOR
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