The tunnel : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 4 — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The tunnel : $b Pilgrimage, Volume 4
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She was surprised when Mrs. Potter took me to hear Melba. I heard Melba.
I don't remember hearing her. English opera houses are small; there are
fine things all over the world. If you see them all you can compare one
with the other; but then you don't see or hear anything at all. It seems
strange to be American and at the same time stout and middle-aged. It
would have got more and more difficult with all those people. The
dreadful way the Americans got intimate and then talked or hinted openly
everywhere about intimate things. No one knew how intimate Miss O'Veagh
was. I shall remember. There is something about being Irish Roman
Catholic that makes _happiness_. She did not seem to think the George
Street room awful. She was _surprised_ when I talked about the hole in
the wall and the cold and the imbecile servant and the smell of ether.
"We are brought up from the first to understand that we must never
believe anything a man says." She _came_ and sat and talked and wrote
after she had gone ... "goodbye--sweet blessed little rose of Mary" ...
she tried to make me think I was young and pretty. She was sorry for me
without saying so.
I should never have gone to Mornington Road unless I had been nearly mad
with sorrow ... if Miss Thomas disapproved of germs and persons who let
apartments why did she come and take a room at George Street? She must
have seen she drove me nearly mad with sorrow. The thought of Wales full
of Welsh people like her, makes one mad with sorrow.... Did she think I
could get to know her by hearing all her complaints? She's somewhere
now, sending someone mad.
I was mad already when I went to Mornington Road.
"You'll be all right with Mrs. Swanson" ... the awful fringes, the
_horror_ of the ugly clean little room, the horror of Mrs. Swanson's
heavy old body moving slowly about the house, a heavy dark mountain,
fringes, bulges, slow dead eyes, slow dead voice, slow grimacing evil
smile ... housekeeper to the Duke of Something and now moving slowly
about heavy with disapproval. She thought of me as a business young
lady.
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