The Relentless CityBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The Relentless City
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
British -- United States -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction
'No, you will not; you will feel much less tired. The whole day is a
stimulant, so why take more? Besides, alcohol produces a reaction. That
doesn't matter in England, because we sit down and react; here you
can't. Also don't attempt to sparkle in conversation. Here they sparkle
naturally--at least, they open their mouths and let it come--whereas
in England we tend rather to shut our mouths unless we want to say
something. But you are being a great success. Go away now; I am going
to rest for three minutes before I dress for dinner.'
Bertie lingered a moment at the door of her room.
'They are awfully kind,' he said. 'If only I was stronger, I should
enjoy it enormously.'
'I am enjoying it,' said she; 'it suits me. You will, too, if you take
my advice.'
'I feel more inclined to take to drink,' said he.
But the fact once grasped that life at Mon Repos was not a holiday, but
hard, relentless work of a most exacting kind, they began forthwith to
settle down to it and grapple with it. At once the difficulty and charm
of it absorbed them. It was a continual piece of acting; whatever your
mood, you had to assume a species of reckless gaiety, and all day long
feverishly and seriously engage in things that were originally designed
to be relaxations, but which the ingenuity of social life had turned
into instruments of the profession. None of those present particularly
cared for bridge, boating, or bathing in themselves; they would not
have boated or bathed alone, or played bridge even with a dummy, but
they used these relaxations as a means of accomplishing social efforts.
Such a life cannot be undertaken frivolously, though it is purely
frivolous; twenty years of it ages its devotees more than thirty years
of hard and reasonable brain-work, and though they find it intensely
fascinating, yet they know they have to pay for their pleasure, and
grow quickly old in its service. Indeed, it might almost be classed as
a dangerous trade; and if the pursuit of wealth is a relentless task,
not less so is its expenditure as a means of social success. Certainly
Mrs. Palmer worked quite as hard as her husband.
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