Theodore Savage: A Story of the Past or the FutureHamilton, Cicely
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Theodore Savage: A Story of the Past or the Future
Hamilton, Cicely
Apocalyptic fiction; End of the world -- Fiction; Regression (Civilization) -- Fiction; Science fiction
The sight often moved him to pity; but he cast about in vain for a means
of allaying her sodden and persistent discontent. Once or twice he
attempted to awaken her interest by explaining, as he would have
explained to a child, the movements of nightly familiar stars, the
habits of birds or the process of growth in vegetation. These things, as
he took care to point out, now concerned her directly, were part of the
round of her existence; but the fact had no power to stimulate a mind
which had been accustomed to accept, without interest or inquiry, the
marvels of mechanical science. She carried over into her new life the
same lack of curiosity which had characterized her dealings with the
old; she was no more alive to the present phenomena of the open field
than to the past phenomena of the electric switch, the petrol-engine or
the gas-meter.... And the workings of the gas-meter at least had been
pleasant—while the workings of raw nature repelled her. Thus Theodore’s
only reward for his attempt at education was a bored, inattentive
remark, to the effect that she had heard her teacher say something like
that at school.
She had all the crowd-liver’s horror of her own company; strengthened,
in her case, by dislike of her surroundings, amounting to abhorrence,
and the abiding nervousness that was a natural after-effect of the days
when she had fled from her fellows and cowered to the earth in an abject
and animal terror. Her unwillingness to let Theodore out of her sight
was comprehensible enough, if irritating; but there were times when it
was more than irritating—a difficulty added to life. It was impossible
to apportion satisfactorily a daily toil that, if Ada had her way, must
always be performed in company; while her customary fellowship on his
hunting and snaring expeditions meant not only the presence of a clumsy
idler but the dying down of a neglected log-fire and the postponement of
all preparations for a meal until after their return to camp. Further,
it was a bar to that wider exploration of the neighbourhood which, as
time went on, he desired increasingly; confining him, except on
comparatively rare occasions, to such range from his hearthstone as
could be attained in the company of Ada. So long as he attributed it to
the workings of fear only, he was hopeful that, with time, her
abhorrence of loneliness might pass; but as the months went by he
realized that it was not only fear that kept her close to his heels—her
town-bred incapacity to interest or occupy herself.
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