The storm of London: a social rhapsodyBlaze de Bury, Fernande
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The storm of London: a social rhapsody
Blaze de Bury, Fernande
London (England) -- Fiction; Science fiction
“Ah! but, you see, Temple, you were not a Colonial Secretary, nor were
you a financier,” said Ronald Sinclair.
“Anyhow, I never heard a lady express herself as a true woman about any
kind of misfortune. As a footman I used to serve cups of tea at
entertainments organised for charitable purposes, and heard there some
rum remarks. One lady said in reply to another who was relating to her
some pitiful story of misery, ‘Well, you see, dear Lady So-and-So, these
people are more or less accustomed to privations.’ And I heard another
lady say that misery was relative: a millionaire reduced to a paltry
income of £3000 a year suffered more actual privations than a poor man
who could not afford meat once a week. I thought of old Bill Tooley’s
widow who was found dead from starvation last winter. There was no
question of relative misery in her case, for one can’t do more than die.
Can one, my lord?”
“We have lived long enough under the delusion of our superiority over
you. We must once for all face the truth and have the courage to say
that it was only owing to the unfairness in the game of life that we won
the trumpery race. We were given points at our birth, and later, as we
entered Sandhurst or the Universities, points were granted us to enable
us to advance quicker towards the winning-post. But these advantages
which gave us our social distinctions, were as many rungs cut off from
the ladder, rendering the ascent laborious to others, and the top
unreachable. Life is the arena in which all men have to run the race—in
their skins.”
“This is beyond me, my lord,” humbly said the valet. “Only educated
people, such as you, can discuss these topics. I ’ave spoken what I
felt; if I have made you understand a little more about what we were, so
much the better; but I am an ignorant man, and you must excuse my
speech.”
“My good man, ignorance is easily remedied; besides, we have a great
deal to learn, perhaps more than you have, for we set ourselves up as
your teachers, although we knew little either of you or of ourselves.
But how is it that you should think that education causes a man’s
superiority, when you used to believe that wealth constituted
supremacy?”
“Well, my lord, it was the only difference we could see between the
upper classes and the lower ones. But I seem now to judge things from
another point of view; it must be owing to our having no livery, and to
your lordship’s appearing to me as God made you. We do not envy beauty,
for we know that it is not made in factories at the expense of
children’s health and youth.”
“The vanishing of clothes has done more for human equality than all the
philanthropists’ efforts, or the anarchists’ steel blade,” remarked
Sinclair.
“Now, Temple,” said Lord Somerville, “you must go with Wiggles, and
taste some of your native air. I no more need your services, and you can
tell the other servants that they can return to their houses. Our daily
life is very much simplified.”
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