The Princess Casamassima (Volume 1 of 2)James, Henry
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The Princess Casamassima (Volume 1 of 2)
James, Henry
London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
When her companion demeaned himself in this manner it was not with
a view of strengthening the tie that united him to his childhood’s
friend; but the effect followed on Millicent’s side and the girl was
proud to think herself in possession of a young man whose knowledge
was of so high an order that it was inexpressible. In spite of her
vanity she was not so convinced of her perfection as not to be full of
ungratified aspirations; she had an idea it might be to her advantage
some day to exhibit a sample of that learning; and at the same time,
when, in consideration for instance of a jeweller’s gas-lighted
display in Great Portland Street, Hyacinth lingered for five minutes
in perfect silence and she delivered herself according to her wont at
such junctures, she was a thousand miles from guessing the perverse
sentiments that made it impossible for him to speak. She could long
for things she was not likely to have; envy other people for possessing
them and say it was a “regular shime”; draw brilliant pictures of what
she should do with them if she did have them; and pass immediately,
with a mind unencumbered by superfluous inductions, to some other
topic equally intimate and personal. The sense of privation with her
was often extremely acute; but she could always put her finger on
the remedy. With her fellow-sufferer the case was very different; the
remedy for him was terribly vague and inaccessible. He was liable to
moods in which the sense of exclusion from all he would have liked most
to enjoy in life settled on him like a pall. They had a bitterness, but
they were not invidious—they were not moods of vengeance, of imaginary
spoliation: they were simply states of paralysing melancholy, of
infinite sad reflexion, in which he felt how in this world of effort
and suffering life was endurable, the spirit able to expand, only in
the best conditions, and how a sordid struggle in which one should go
down to the grave without having tasted them was not worth the misery
it would cost, the dull demoralisation it would involve.
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