Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 04Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 04
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
The Chillingly race culminates in him, and becomes Chillinglyest. In
fact, it seems to me that we live in a day precisely suited to the
Chillingly idiosyncrasies. During the ten centuries or more that our
race has held local habitation and a name, it has been as airy
nothings. Its representatives lived in hot-blooded times, and were
compelled to skulk in still water with their emblematic daces. But
the times now, my dear father, are so cold-blooded that you can't be
too cold-blooded to prosper. What could Chillingly Mivers have been
in an age when people cared twopence-halfpenny about their religious
creeds, and their political parties deemed their cause was sacred and
their leaders were heroes? Chillingly Mivers would not have found
five subscribers to "The Londoner." But now "The Londoner" is the
favourite organ of the intellectual public; it sneers away all the
foundations of the social system, without an attempt at
reconstruction; and every new journal set up, if it keep its head
above water, models itself on "The Londoner." Chillingly Mivers is a
great man, and the most potent writer of the age, though nobody knows
what he has written. Chillingly Gordon is a still more notable
instance of the rise of the Chillingly worth in the modern market.
There is a general impression in the most authoritative circles that
Chillingly Gordon will have high rank in the van of the coming men.
His confidence in himself is so thorough that it infects all with whom
he comes into contact,--myself included.
He said to me the other day, with a /sang-froid/ worthy of the iciest
Chillingly, "I mean to be Prime Minister of England: it is only a
question of time." Now, if Chillingly Gordon is to be Prime Minister,
it will be because the increasing cold of our moral and social
atmosphere will exactly suit the development of his talents.
He is the man above all others to argue down the declaimers of
old-fashioned sentimentalities,--love of country, care for its
position among nations, zeal for its honour, pride in its renown.
(Oh, if you could hear him philosophically and logically sneer away
the word "prestige"!) Such notions are fast being classified as
"bosh." And when that classification is complete,--when England has
no colonies to defend, no navy to pay for, no interest in the affairs
of other nations, and has attained to the happy condition of
Holland,--then Chillingly Gordon will be her Prime Minister.
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