Rest Harrow: A Comedy of ResolutionHewlett, Maurice
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Rest Harrow: A Comedy of Resolution
Hewlett, Maurice
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It began with Poland, a country which, the less it existed politically,
he said, was the better to live in, and be of. We live by our emotions,
the beasts by their appetites--a material distinction. Now, the
condition of the Poles was perfectly adapted to the quickening of
the emotional parts. Shorten time, you make love a precious ecstasy;
restrict liberty, freedom is a lust--none the worse for being lawful.
No Pole knows how long he may have to live: Russia or phthisis will have
him late or soon. What he pursues, then, must be fleeting--imagine with
what rapture he takes it to his breast! with what frenzy he guards it,
never knowing when it will be required of him again. Feverish? (This
was upon a remark from her.) Yes, and why not? Are not dreams more vivid
than waking life? Can you gallop your material horse as your courser of
the mind? Better to burn than to rust. That's the secret of life--which
all the laws of bureaucrats are directed to destroy. The establishments
want to see us as fixed as themselves. They are tentacled, stationary
creatures, feeding at ease. They would have us handy of access, falsely
secure, so that they can fasten on us one by one and suck our juices.
But the world is changing, thrones and churches are slackening in their
hold. Men are discovering how short a time they have to live, and that
eternity is more than questionable. A mild Epicureanism is gaining
ground. Instincts founded on the patriarchal system must give way to
that. “Have you ever considered,” he asked abruptly, “that the flocks
and herds of the Semitic patriarch are the sole cause of the moral
code which we still profess? Thou shalt not steal. Why not? Because you
injure the patriarch. Not murder? You might attack one of his family.
You have the habit in England of tracing prejudices to the Feudal
System: believe me, there is hardly anything in Europe so modern. I
should date at 4000 B.C. nearly all our present conventions, from
the British Sunday to the law of conspiracy. So long as you say that
property is sacred, you uplift the Patriarch and lose sight of the man.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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