"You have here," he said, "a return to the Past, because a young girl,
by reading the old books, has been able to stimulate the memory of
those who were born in the Past. Other things may bring about the
same result; a dream, the talking together of two former friends.
Let the girl alone. She has acted as we might have expected a young
girl--the only young girl among us--to have acted. She has found that
the Past, which some of us have represented as full of woe and horror,
had its pleasant side; she asks why that pleasant side could not be
reproduced. I, myself, or any of us, might ask the same question. Nay,
it is well known that I protest--and always shall protest, my friends
and I--against the Theory of the Suffragan. His Triumph of Science
we consider horrible to the last degree. I, for one, shall never be
satisfied until the Present is wholly abolished, and until we have gone
back to the good old system of Individualism, and begun to encourage
the People once more to cultivate the old happiness by the old methods
of their own exertion."
I replied that my own recollection of the old time was perfectly clear,
and that there was nothing but unhappiness in it. As a child I lived in
the street; I never had enough to eat; I was cuffed and kicked; I could
never go to bed at night until my father, who always came home drunk,
was asleep; the streets were full of miserable children like myself.
Where was the happiness described by my learned brother? Where was the
pleasant side? More I said, but it suffices to record that by a clear
majority it was Resolved to arrest the girl Christine in the morning,
and to try all three prisoners, as soon as the Court could be prepared
for them, according to ancient usage.
Early in the morning I sought an interview with the Arch Physician.
I found him, with the woman Mildred, sitting in the Chamber over the
Porch. There was no look of terror, or even of dejection, on the face
of either. Rather there was an expression as of exaltation. Yet they
were actually going to die--to cease breathing--to lose consciousness!
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