At Basle we were joined by my brother Alfred, now a handsome,
self-confident man of six-and-twenty--a thorough contrast to my
fragile, nervous, ineffectual self. I believe I was held to have a sort
of half-womanish, half-ghostly beauty; for the portrait-painters,
who are thick as weeds at Geneva, had often asked me to sit to them,
and I had been the model of a dying minstrel in a fancy picture. But
I thoroughly disliked my own physique and nothing but the belief that
it was a condition of poetic genius would have reconciled me to it.
That brief hope was quite fled, and I saw in my face now nothing but
the stamp of a morbid organization, framed for passive suffering--too
feeble for the sublime resistance of poetic production. Alfred, from
whom I had been almost constantly separated, and who, in his present
stage of character and appearance, came before me as a perfect
stranger, was bent on being extremely friendly and brother-like to me.
He had the superficial kindness of a good-humoured, self-satisfied
nature, that fears no rivalry, and has encountered no contrarieties.
I am not sure that my disposition was good enough for me to have been
quite free from envy towards him, even if our desires had not clashed,
and if I had been in the healthy human condition which admits of
generous confidence and charitable construction. There must always have
been an antipathy between our natures. As it was, he became in a few
weeks an object of intense hatred to me; and when he entered the room,
still more when he spoke, it was as if a sensation of grating metal had
set my teeth on edge. My diseased consciousness was more intensely and
continually occupied with his thoughts and emotions, than with those of
any other person who came in my way. I was perpetually exasperated with
the petty promptings of his conceit and his love of patronage, with
his self-complacent belief in Bertha Grant's passion for him, with his
half-pitying contempt for me--seen not in the ordinary indications of
intonation and phrase and slight action, which an acute and suspicious
mind is on the watch for, but in all their naked skinless complication.
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