Revolving lights : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 7 — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Revolving lights : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 7
John Stuart Mill · en
He brought the future nearer because he already moved within it; by
being aware of things most men did not consider; aware of
_relationships_: possibly believing in God, certainly in the soul.
Modern man, individually, is in many respects less capable than
primitive man. Evolution is related development. Progress towards social
efficiency. Benjamin Kidd.
"These large speculations are most-fatiguing."
"No. When you see truth in them they are refreshing. They are all there
is. All I live for now, is the arrival in my mind, of fresh
generalisations."
"That is good. But remember also that these things cost life."
"What does it matter what they cost? A shape of truth makes you at the
moment want to die, full of gratitude and happiness. It fills everything
with a music to which you _could_ die. The next piece of life comes as a
superfluity."
"Le superflu; chose nécessaire."
At the foot of the stairs stood the yellow street-light, framed in the
oblong of the doorway. She went out into its shelter. The large grey
legal buildings that stood by day a solid, dignified pile against the
sky, a whole remaining region of the pride of London, showed only their
lower façades, near, gentle frontages of mellow golden light and soft
rectangular shadow, just above the brightly gilded surface of the
deserted roadway. For a moment she stood listening to the reflection of
the fostering light and breathing in the dry warm freshness of the
London night air.
The illuminated future faded. The street lights of that coming time
might throw their rays more liberally, over more beautiful streets. But
something would be lost. In a world consciously arranged for the good of
everybody there would be something personal ... without foundation ...
like a nonconformist preacher's smile. The pavements of these streets
that had grown of themselves, flooded by the light of lamps rooted like
trees in the soil of London, were more surely pavements of gold than
those pavements of the future?