The House of Quiet: An AutobiographyBenson, Arthur Christopher
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The House of Quiet: An Autobiography
Benson, Arthur Christopher
Country life -- England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Invalids -- Fiction
At one time I saw a certain amount of society; my father’s old friends
were very kind to me, and I was thus introduced to what is a far more
interesting circle of society than the circle which would rank itself
highest, and which spends an amount of serious toil in the search of
amusement, with results which to an outsider appear to be unsatisfactory.
The circle to which I gained admittance was the official set—men who
had definite and interesting work in the world—barristers, government
officials, politicians and the like, men versed in affairs, and with a
hard and definite knowledge of what was really going on. Here I learnt
how different is the actual movement of politics from the reflection of
it which appears in the papers, which often definitely conceals the truth
from the public.
[Sidenote: DIVERSIONS]
My amusements at this period were of the mildest character; I spent
Sundays in the summer months at Golden End; Sundays in the winter as a
rule at my lodgings; and devoted the afternoons on which I was free, to
long aimless rambles in London, or even farther afield. I have an absurd
pleasure in observing the details of domestic architecture; and there is
a variety of entertainment to be derived, for a person with this low and
feeble taste, from the exploration of London, which would probably be
inconceivable to persons of a more conscientious artistic standard.
[Sidenote: A RUDE SHOCK]
At this period I had few intimates; and sociable as I had been at school
and college, I was now thrown far more on my own resources; I sometimes
think it was a wise and kindly preparation for what was coming; and I
certainly learnt the pleasures to be derived from reading and lonely
contemplation and solitary reflection, pleasures which have stood me
in good stead in later days. I used indeed to think that the enforced
spending of so many hours of the day with other human beings gave a
peculiar zest to these solitary hours. Whether this was wholesome or
natural I know not, but I certainly enjoyed it, and lived for several
years a life of interior speculation which was neither sluggish nor
morbid. I learnt my business thoroughly, and in all probability I should
have settled down quietly and comfortably to the life of a bachelor
official, rotating from chambers to office and from office to club, had
it not been that just at the moment when I was beginning to crystallise
into sluggish, comfortable habits, I was flung by a rude shock into a
very different kind of atmosphere.
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[Sidenote: THE DOCTOR]
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