Section 13. Thyrsis went away from this interview with some new problems
to ponder upon. He had seen a little of this power of the newspapers to
defile and torment a man; but he had never dreamed of anything as bad as
this. This was murderous, this was monstrous. He saw these papers now
as gigantic engines of exploitation and oppression--irresponsible,
unscrupulous, wanton--turned loose in society to crush and destroy whom
they would.
They had taken this man Darrell and they had poured out their poisons
upon him; they had tortured him hideously, they had burned him up
as with vitriol. As a public force he was no longer a human being at
all--he was a deformity, a spectre conjured up to bring fright to the
beholder. And through it all he was utterly helpless--as much at their
mercy as an infant in the hands of savages. And what had he done? Why
had the torture been visited upon him?
Thyrsis pictured the men who had led in this soul-hunt. They were
supposed to be enlightened Americans at the dawn of the twentieth
century; and did they truly hold to the superstition of marriage as
a religious sacrament, not to be dissolved by mortal power? Did they
really believe that a man who had once been drawn into matrimony was
obligated for life--no matter how unhappy he might be, no matter to
what indignities he might be subjected? Or, if they did recognize the
permissibility of divorce--then why this hue and cry after Darrell, who
had borne his punishment for twenty years, and had waited for eight or
ten years to test the depths of his new love?
The question answered itself; and the answer fanned Thyrsis’ soul into
a blaze of indignation. All this patter about the deserted wife, sitting
at home with her children and weeping her eyes out--all that was so much
hocus-pocus for the ears of the mob. The chiefs of this Inquisition and
their torturers and slaves wrote it with their tongues in their cheeks.
What they saw was that they had got securely strapped upon their rack
the man who had threatened their power, who had laid bare its sources
and exposed its iniquity. And they meant that if ever he came out of
their torture-chamber, it should be so mangled and crippled that never
again would he lift a finger against them!
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