He spoke of Dante and Angelo, who were two of his heroes; he told of
great experiences among the latter’s titan frescos. He spoke of Mazzini,
whose greatness as a writer the world had yet to appreciate; he spoke
also of Wagner, whose music he valued less than his critical and
polemical work. He told of modern artists both in Germany and
Italy--revolutionary forces of whom Thyrsis had never heard at all. The
day must come, said Darrell, when Americans would discover the great
movements of contemporary thought, and realize their own provincialness.
America thought of itself as “the land of the free”, and that made it
hard to teach. It was obvious enough that there had never been any
real freedom in America--only government by propertied classes. The
Revolution had been a rebellion of country gentlemen and city merchants;
as one might know from the “constitution” they had adopted--one of the
greatest barriers to human progress ever devised. And so with the Civil
War, which to Darrell was one of the deeds of the newly-risen monster of
Capitalism.
They went upstairs again, and Thyrsis found another man seated in
the drawing-room. He was introduced by the name of Paret, and Thyrsis
recognized him as the editor of “The Beacon”, a magazine of which he
had chanced upon a copy some time before. It was the first Socialist
publication he had ever seen, and it had repelled him because its editor
had printed his own picture in a conspicuous place, and also because in
his leading editorial he had dealt flippantly with an eminent reformer
and philanthropist for whom Thyrsis had a profound respect.
But here was the editor himself--not merely his photograph: a little
man, clad in evening dress, very neat and dapper. He had a black beard,
trimmed to a point, and also a sarcastic smile, and he impressed Thyrsis
as a drawing-room edition of Mephistopheles. He lounged at ease in a
big chair, not troubling to talk; save that every now and then he would
punctuate the discussion with some droll reflection that stuck in one’s
mind like a burr.
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