The tunnel : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 4 — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The tunnel : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 4
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The American Academy pupils talked together to keep
everybody off, except when they made their clever jokes ... "if anyone
takes that top bit there'll be murder Miss Spink." When they went out of
the room they looked silly. The young man was real somewhere else.
The little man talking about the wonders of the linotype in the smoking
room.... How did I get into the smoking room? Someone probably told Miss
Spink I talked to him in the smoking room and smoked a cigarette.
Perhaps his wife. If they could have seen. It was so surprising to hear
anybody suddenly talking. Perhaps he began in the hall and ushered me
into the smoking room. There was no one there and I can't remember
anything about the linotype, only the quiet and the talking face and
suddenly feeling in the heart of London. But it was soon after that they
all began being stand-offish; before Mr. Chamberlayne came; before Adela
began playing Esther Summerson at the Kennington. They approved of my
going down to fetch her until he began coming too. The shock of seeing
her clumsy heavy movements on the stage and her face looking as though
it were covered with starch.... I can _think_ about it all, here, and
not mind.
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She _was_ beautiful. It was happiness to sit and watch her smoking so
badly, in bed, in the strip of room, her cloud of hair against the wall
in the candlelight, two o'clock ... the Jesuit who had taught her chess
... and Michael Somebody, the little book "The Purple Pillar." He was an
_author_ and he wanted to marry her and take her back to Ireland.
Perhaps by now she was back from America and had gone, just out of
kindness. She was strong and beautiful and good, sitting up in her
chemise, smoking.... I've got that photograph of her as Marcia
somewhere. I must put it up. Miss Spink was surprised that last week,
the students getting me into their room ... the dark clean shining
piano, the azaleas and the muslin shaded lamp, the way they all sat in
their evening dresses, lounging and stiff with stiff clean polished
hair.... "Miss Dust here's going to be the highest soprano in the
States." ... "None of that Miss Thicker." ... "When she caught that top
note and the gold medal she went right up top, to stay there, that
minute."