Sylvia & Michael: The later adventures of Sylvia ScarlettMacKenzie, Compton
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Sylvia & Michael: The later adventures of Sylvia Scarlett
MacKenzie, Compton
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"The worst of feeling regenerated," she thought, "is that such an
emotion or condition of mind implies the destruction of all former
experience. Of course, former experience must still produce its effect
unconsciously; but one is too sensible of trying to bring the past into
positively the same purified state as the present. When I was thinking
about Philip this morning and reliving bygone moments, I was all the
time applying to them standards which I have only possessed for about a
year. Certainly I perceive that what I call my regeneration must be the
fruit of past experience--otherwise the description would be
meaningless--but it is the fruit of individual experience ripening at
the very moment when individual experience counts for less than it has
ever counted since the beginning of the world. Had I always been a
social and political animal the idea of the war would not have preyed on
my mind as it does; I should have been educated up to the point of
expecting it. I remember when I was first told in the Petrograd hospital
that a war had broken out, what a trifling impression the news made
compared with my own discovery of the change in myself. Gradually during
this past year I have found at every turn my new progress barred by the
war. My individual efforts perpetually shrink into insignificance before
the war, and I am beginning to perceive, unless I can in some way fall
into step with the rest of mankind, that what I considered progress is
really the retreat of my personality along a disused bypath where I am
expending my energy in cutting away briers that were better left alone,
at any rate, at such a moment in history. Certainly one of the effects
of an ordered religion is to restore the individual to the broad paths
along which mankind is marching. An ordered religion is equally opposed
either to short cuts or to cul-de-sacs, or to what by their
impenetrability to the individual are equivalent to cul-de-sacs. My
first instinct about Queenie was certainly right when I was anxious to
intrust her to religion rather than to rely upon my personal influence.
I think I must have lacked conviction in the way I approached the
subject. I must have been timid and self-conscious; and the skeptical
side of me that has just been wondering about the appeal of that image
of the Sacred Heart may have defeated my purpose without my noticing its
intrusion. I was all the time like a grown-up person who plays with
children in order to get pleasure from their enjoyment rather than from
his own.
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