第79章 CHAPTER THE FIFTH(10)

It was only as they sat at a little table in the orchard at Grantchester after their lunch that Benham could make head against Prothero and recover that largeness of outlook which had so easily touched the imagination of Amanda.And then he did not so much dispose of Prothero's troubles as soar over them.It is the last triumph of the human understanding to sympathize with desires we do not share, and to Benham who now believed himself to be loved beyond the chances of life, who was satisfied and tranquil and austerely content, it was impossible that Prothero's demands should seem anything more than the grotesque and squalid squealings of the beast that has to be overridden and rejected altogether.It is a freakish fact of our composition that these most intense feelings in life are just those that are most rapidly and completely forgotten; hate one may recall for years, but the magic of love and the flame of desire serve their purpose in our lives and vanish, leaving no trace, like the snows of Venice.Benham was still not a year and a half from the meretricious delights of Mrs.Skelmersdale, and he looked at Prothero as a marble angel might look at a swine in its sty....

What he had now in mind was an expedition to Russia.When at last he could sufficiently release Prothero's attention, he unfolded the project that had been developing steadily in him since his honeymoon experience.

He had discovered a new reason for travelling.The last country we can see clearly, he had discovered, is our own country.It is as hard to see one's own country as it is to see the back of one's head.It is too much behind us, too much ourselves.But Russia is like England with everything larger, more vivid, cruder; one felt that directly one walked about St.Petersburg.St.Petersburg upon its Neva was like a savage untamed London on a larger Thames; they were seagull-haunted tidal cities, like no other capitals in Europe.

The shipping and buildings mingled in their effects.Like London it looked over the heads of its own people to a limitless polyglot empire.And Russia was an aristocratic land, with a middle-class that had no pride in itself as a class; it had a British toughness and incompetence, a British disregard of logic and meticulous care.

Russia, like England, was outside Catholic Christendom, it had a state church and the opposition to that church was not secularism but dissent.One could draw a score of such contrasted parallels.

And now it was in a state of intolerable stress, that laid bare the elemental facts of a great social organization.It was having its South African war, its war at the other end of the earth, with a certain defeat instead of a dubious victory....

"There is far more freedom for the personal life in Russia than in England," said Prothero, a little irrelevantly.

Benham went on with his discourse about Russia....

"At the college of Troitzka," said Prothero, "which I understand is a kind of monster Trinity unencumbered by a University, Binns tells me that although there is a profession of celibacy within the walls, the arrangements of the town and more particularly of the various hotels are conceived in a spirit of extreme liberality."Benham hardly attended at all to these interruptions.

He went on to point out the elemental quality of the Russian situation.He led up to the assertion that to go to Russia, to see Russia, to try to grasp the broad outline of the Russian process, was the manifest duty of every responsible intelligence that was free to do as much.And so he was going, and if Prothero cared to come too--"Yes," said Prothero, "I should like to go to Russia."13

But throughout all their travel together that summer Benham was never able to lift Prothero away from his obsession.It was the substance of their talk as the Holland boat stood out past waiting destroyers and winking beacons and the lights of Harwich, into the smoothly undulating darkness of the North Sea; it rose upon them again as they sat over the cakes and cheese of a Dutch breakfast in the express for Berlin.Prothero filled the Sieges Allee with his complaints against nature and society, and distracted Benham in his contemplation of Polish agriculture from the windows of the train with turgid sexual liberalism.So that Benham, during this period until Prothero left him and until the tragic enormous spectacle of Russia in revolution took complete possession of him, was as it were thinking upon two floors.Upon the one he was thinking of the vast problems of a society of a hundred million people staggering on the verge of anarchy, and upon the other he was perplexed by the feverish inattention of Prothero to the tremendous things that were going on all about them.It was only presently when the serenity of his own private life began to be ruffled by disillusionment, that he began to realize the intimate connexion of these two systems of thought.Yet Prothero put it to him plainly enough.

"Inattentive," said Prothero, "of course I am inattentive.What is really the matter with all this--this social mess people are in here, is that nearly everybody is inattentive.These Big Things of yours, nobody is thinking of them really.Everybody is thinking about the Near Things that concern himself.""The bombs they threw yesterday? The Cossacks and the whips?""Nudges.Gestures of inattention.If everybody was thinking of the Res Publica would there be any need for bombs?"He pursued his advantage."It's all nonsense to suppose people think of politics because they are in ‘em.As well suppose that the passengers on a liner understand the engines, or soldiers a war.

Before men can think of to-morrow, they must think of to-day.

Before they can think of others, they must be sure about themselves.