The week of working days, standing4 between her and next Sunday’s opportunity, was a small space that would pass in a dream; the scattered5 variously-developing interests of life outside Wimpole Street changed, under her eyes, from separate bewildering competitively attractive scraps6 of life, to pleasantly related resources, permitted distractions8 from an engrossment so secure that she could, without fear of loss, move away and forget it.
She felt eager to jest. Ranged with her friends she saw their view of her own perpetually halting scrupulousness9 and marvelled10 at their patient loyalty11. She shared the exasperated12 intolerance of people who disliked her.... It could be disarmed13 .... by fresh, surprising handling.... Because, she asked herself scornfully as she opened
the door to go downstairs, she had corrected Mr. Lahitte’s unspeakable lecture? No. Sitting over there, forgetting, she had let go ..... and found something ... and waking again had seen distant things in their right proportions. But leaving go, not going through life clenched14, would mean losing oneself, passing through, not driving in, ceasing to affect and be affected15. But the forgetfulness was itself a more real life, if it made life disappear and then show only as a manageable space and at last only as an indifferent distance ..... a game to be played, or even not played..... It meant putting life and people second; only entering life to come back again, always. This new joy of going into life, the new beauty, on everything, was the certainty of coming back....
She was forgetting something important to the day; the little volume of stories for her coat pocket. Anxiety at her probable lateness tried to invade her as she made her hurried search. She beat it back and departed indifferently, shutting the door of a seedy room in a cheap boarding-house, neither hers nor another’s, a lodger’s passing abode16, but holding a little table that was herself, alive with her life, and whose image sprang, set for the day, centrally into the background of her thoughts as she ran wondering if there were time for breakfast, down to the dining-room. St. Pancras clock struck nine as she poured out her tea. Mr. Shatov followed up his greeting with an immediate17 plunge18 into unfamiliar19 speech which she realized, in the midst of her wonderment over Mr. Lahitte’s presence at early breakfast, was addressed to herself.
She responded absently, standing at the tea-tray with her toast.
“You do not take your fish? Ah, it is a pity. It is true it has stood since half-nine.”
“Asseyez-vous, mademoiselle. I find; the breakfast hour; charming. At this hour one always is, or should be; gay.”
“Mps; if there is time; yes, Sunday breakfast.”
“Still you are gay. That is good. We will not allow philosophy; to darken; these most happy few moments.”
“There are certain limits to cheerfulness,” bellowed20 Mr. Shatov. They had had some mighty21 collision. She glanced round.
“None; within the purview22 of my modest intelligence; none. Always would I rather be; a cheerful coal-heaver; than a philosopher who is learned, dull, and more depressing than the bise du nord.”
That was meant for Mr. Shatov! The pale sensitive features were quivering in control .... her fury changed to joy as she leapt between them murmuring reflectively out across the table that she agreed, but had met many depressing coal-heavers and knew nothing about philosophers dull or otherwise. In the ensuing comfortable dead silence she wandered away marvelling23 at her eloquence24..... Cats said that sort of thing, with disarming25 smiles. Was that what was called sarcasm26? How fearfully funny. She had been sarcastic27. To a Frenchman. Perhaps she had learned it from him. Mr. Shatov overtook her as she was getting on to a ’bus at the corner.
“You do not go walkingly?” he bellowed from the pavement. Poor little man; left there with his day and his loneliness till six o’clock.
“All right,” she said, jumping off, “we’ll walk. I’ll be late. I don’t mind.”
They swept quickly along, looking ahead in silence. Presently he began to sing. Miriam dropped her eyes to the pavement, listening. How unconsciously wise he was. How awful it would have been if she had gone on the omnibus. Here he was safe, healing and forgetting. There was some truth in the Frenchman’s judgment28. It wasn’t that he was a dull philosopher. Lahitte was utterly29 incapable30 of measuring his big sunlit mind; but there was something, in his manner, or bearing, something that many people would not like, an absence of gaiety; it was true, the Frenchman’s quick eye had fastened on it. Who wanted gaiety? There was a deep joyfulness31 in his booming song that was more than gaiety. His rich dark vitality32 challenged the English air as he plunged33 along, beard first, without thoughts, his eyebrows34 raised in the effort of his eager singing. He was quite unaware35 that there was no room for singing more than below one’s breath, however quickly one walked, in the Euston Road in the morning.
She disposed herself to walk unconcernedly past the row of lounging overalled figures. Sullen36 hostile staring would not satisfy them this morning. The song would rouse them to some open demonstration37. They were endless; muttering motionlessly to each other in their immovable lounging. Surely he must feel them. “Go ’ome” she heard,
away behind.... “Blooming foreigner;” close by, the tall lean swarthy fellow, with the handsome grubby face. That he must have heard. She fancied his song recoiled38, and wheeled sharply back, confronting the speaker, who had just spat39 into the middle of the pavement.
“Yes,” she said, “he is a foreigner, and he is my friend. What do you mean?” The man’s gazing face was broken up into embarrassed awkward youth. Mr. Shatov was safely ahead. She waited, her eyes on the black-rimmed expressionless blue of the eyes staring from above a rising flush. In a moment she would say, it is abominable40 and simply disgraceful, and sweep away and never come up this side of the road again. A little man was speaking at her side, his cap in his hand. They were all moving and staring. “Excuse me miss,” he began again in a quiet, thick, hurrying voice, as she turned to him. “Miss, we know the sight of you going up and down. Miss he ain’t good enough forya.”
“Oh” said Miriam, the sky falling about her. She lingered a moment speechless, looking at no one, sweeping41 over them a general disclaiming42 smile, hoping she told them how mistaken they all were and how nice she thought them, she hurried away to meet Mr. Shatov waiting a few yards off. The darlings. In all these years of invisible going up and down...
“Well?” he laughed, “what is this?”
“British workmen. I’ve been lecturing them.”
“On what?”
“In general. Telling them what I think.”
“Excellent. You will yet be a socialist43.” They
walked on, to the sound of his resumed singing. Presently the turning into Wimpole Street was in sight. His singing must end. Dipping at a venture she stumbled upon material for his arrest.
“It it nay-cessary; deere bruthren;” she intoned dismally44 in a clear interval45 “to obtain; the mAhstery; o-ver-the Vile46; bhuddy.”
“What? What?” he gurgled delightedly, slackening his pace. “Please say this once more.”
Summoning the forgotten figure, straining out over the edge of the pulpit she saw that there was more than the shape and sound of his abruptly48 ending whine49. She saw the incident from Mr. Shatov’s point of view and stood still to laugh his laugh; but it was not her kind of joke.
“It was in a University church, presided over by a man they all say has a European reputation; it was in Lent; this other man was a visitor, for Lent. That was the beginning of his sermon. He began at once, with a yell, flinging half out of the pulpit, the ugliest person I have ever seen.”
“Hoh,” shouted Mr. Shatov from the midst of immense gusts50 of laughter, “that is a most supreme51 instance of unconscious ironic52 commentary. But really, please you shall say this to me once more.”
If she said, you know he was quite sincere, the story would be spoiled. This was the kind of story popular people told. To be amusing must mean always to be not quite truthful53. But the sound. She was longing54 to hear it again. Turning to face the way they had come she gave herself up to howling the exhortation55 down the empty park-flanked vista56.
“It is a chef d’?uvre,” he sighed.
He ought not to be here she irritably57 told herself, emerging as they turned and took the few steps to her street, tired and scattered and hopelessly late, into the forgotten chill of her day. It was all very well for him with his freedom and leisure to begin the first thing in the morning with things that belonged to the end of the day.... She took swift distracted leave of him at the corner and hurried along the length of the few houses to her destination. Turning remorsefully58 at the doorstep to smile her farewell, she saw the hurrying form of Mr. Hancock crossing the road with grave appraising59 glance upon the strange figure bowing towards her bareheaded in the wind from the top of the street. He had seen her loitering, standing still, had heard her howls. Mercifully the door opened behind her, and she fled within .... the corner of the very street that made him, more than any other street, look foreign, and, in the distance, disgraceful......
For days she read the first two stories in the little book, carrying it about with her, uneasy amongst her letters and ledgers60 unless it were in sight. The project of translation vanished in an entranced consideration at close quarters of some strange quality coming each time from the printed page. She could not seize or name it. Both stories were sad, with an unmitigated relentless61 sadness, casting a shadow over the spectacle of life. But some spell in their weaving, something abrupt47 and strangely alive, remaining alive, in the text, made a beauty that outlived the sadness. They were beautiful.
English people would not think so. They would only see tragedy of a kind that did not occur in the society they knew. They would consider Andrayeff a morbid62 foreigner, and a liking63 for the stories an unhealthy pose. Very well. It was an unhealthy pose. The strange beauty in the well known sentences that yet were every time fresh and surprising, was an unshareable secret. Meanwhile the presence of the little book exorcised the everyday sense of the winding64 off of days in an elaborate unchanging circle of toil65.
To Michael Shatov she poured out incoherent enthusiasm. Translate, translate, he cried; and when she assured him that no one would want to read, he said, each time, no matter; this work will be good for you. But when at last suddenly in the middle of a busy morning, she began turning into rounded English words the thorny66 German text, she eluded67 his enquiries and hid the book and all signs of her work even from herself. Writing she forgot, and did not see the pages. The moment she saw them, there was a sort of half-shame in their exposure, even to the light of day. And always in transcribing68 them a sense of guilt69. Not, she was sure, a conviction of mis-spending her employer’s time. Had not they agreed in response to her graceless demands in the course of that first realisation of the undeveloping nature of her employments, that she should use chance intervals70 of leisure on work of her own? But even abusing this privilege, writing sudden long absorbing letters in the best part of the morning with urgent business waiting all round her, had brought no feeling of
guilt; only a bright enclosing sense of dissipation; a sort of spreading, to be justified71 by the shortness of her leisure, of its wild free quality over a part of the too-long day. It was in some way from the work itself that this strange gnawing72 accusation73 came, and as strangely, each time she had fairly begun, there came, driving out the sense of guilt, an overwhelming urgency; as if she were running a race.
Presently everything in her life existed only for the sake of the increasing bunch of pencilled half-sheets distributed between the leaves of her roomy blotter. She thanked her circumstances, into whose shape this secret adventure had stolen unobserved and sunk, leaving the surface unchanged, and finding, ready for its sustaining, an energy her daily work had never tapped, from the depth of her heart. In the evenings she put away the thought of her pages lest she could find herself speaking of them to Mr. Shatov.
But they would arrive suddenly in her mind, thrilling her into animation74, lighting75 up some remote part of her consciousness from which would come pell-mell, emphatic76 and incoherently eloquent77, statements to which she listened eagerly, Mr. Shatov, too, reduced to a strangely silenced listener, and dropping presently off along some single side issue, she would be driven back by the sheer pain of the effort of contraction78, and would impatiently bring the sitting to an end and seek solitude79. It was as if she were confronted by some deeper convinced self who did, unknown to her, take sides on things, both sides, with equal emphasis, impartially80,
but with a passion that left her in an enhancement of longing to discover the secret of its nature. For the rest of the evening this strange self seemed to hover81 about her, holding her in a serenity undisturbed by reflection.
Sometimes the memory of her work would leap out when a conversation was flagging, and lift her as she sat inert82, to a distance whence the dulled expiring thread showed suddenly glowing, looping forward into an endless bright pattern interminably animated83 by the changing lights of fresh inflowing thoughts. During the engrossing84 incidents of her day’s work she forgot them completely, but in every interval they were there; or not there; she had dreamed them....
With each fresh attack on the text, the sense of guilt grew stronger; falling upon her the moment, having read the page of German, she set to work to apply the discoveries she had made. It was as if these discoveries were the winning, through some inborn85 trick of intelligence not her own by right of any process of application or of discipline, of an unfair advantage. She sought within her for a memory that might explain the acquisition of the right of escape into this life within, outside, securely away from, the life of everyday. The school memories that revived in her dealings with her sentences were the best, the most secret and the happiest, the strands86 where the struggle to acquire had been all a painless interested adventuring. The use of this strange faculty87, so swift in discovery, so relentless in criticism, giving birth, as one by one the motley of truths urging its blind movements, came
recognizably into view, to such a fascinating game of acceptance and fresh trial, produced in the long run when the full balance was struck, an overweight of joy bought without price.
There was no longer unalleviated pain in the first attack on a fresh stretch of the text. The knowledge that it could by three stages, laborious88 but unchanging and certain in their operation, reach a life of its own, the same in its whole effect, and yet in each detail so different to the original, radiated joy through the whole slow process. It was such a glad adventure, to get down on the page with a blunt stump89 of pencil in quivering swift thrilled fingers the whole unwieldy literal presentation, to contemplate90, plunging91 thus roughshod from language, to language, the strange lights shed in turn upon each, the revelation of mutually enclosed inexpandible meanings, insoluble antagonisms92 of thought and experience, flowing upon the surface of a stream where both were one; to see, through the shapeless mass the approaching miracle of shape and meaning.
The vast entertainment of this first headlong ramble93 down the page left an enlivenment with which to face the dark length of the second journey, its separate single efforts of concentration, the recurring94 conviction of the insuperability of barriers, the increasing list of discarded attempts, the intervals of hours of interruption, teased by problems that dissolved into meaninglessness, and emerged more than ever densely95 obstructive, the sudden almost ironically cheerful simultaneous arrival of several passable solutions; the temptation to use them, driven off by the wretchedness
accompanying the experiment of placing them even in imagination upon the page, and at last the snap of relinquishment96, the plunge down into oblivion of everything but the object of contemplation, perhaps ill-sustained and fruitful only of a fury of irritated exhaustion97, postponing98 further effort, or through the entertaining distraction7 of a sudden irrelevant99 play of light, turned to an outbranching series of mental escapades, leading, on emergence100, to a hurried scribbling101, on fresh pages, of statements which proved when read later with clues and links forgotten, unintelligible102; but leading always, whether directly in one swift movement of seizure103, or only at the end of protracted104 divings, to the return, with the shining fragment, whose safe placing within the text made the pages, gathered up in an energy flowing forward transformingly through the interval, towards the next opportunity of attack, electric within her hands.
The serene105 third passage, the original banished106 in the comforting certainty that the whole of it was represented, the freedom to handle until the jagged parts were wrought107 into a pliable108 whole, relieved the pressure of the haunting sense of trespass109, and when all was complete it vanished into peace and a strange unimpatient curiosity and interest. She read from an immense distance. The story was turned away from her towards people who were waiting to read and share what she felt as she read. It was no longer even partly hers; yet the thing that held it together in its English dress was herself, it had her expression, as a portrait would have, so that by no one in her sight or within range of any
chance meeting with herself might it ever be contemplated110. And for herself it was changed. Coming between her and the immediate grasp of the text were stirring memories; the history of her labour was written between the lines; and strangely, moving within the whole, was the record of the months since Christmas. On every page a day or group of days. It was a diary.... Within it were incidents that for a while had dimmed the whole fabric111 to indifference112. And passages stood out, recalling, together with the memory of overcoming their difficulty, the dissolution of annoyances113, the surprised arrival on the far side of overwhelming angers....
The second story lay untouched, wrapt in its magic. Contemplating114 the way, with its difference, it enhanced the first and was enhanced by it, she longed to see the two side by side and found, while she hesitated before the slow scattering115 process of translation, a third that set her headlong at work towards the perfect finished group. There was no weariness in this second stretch of labour. Behind her lay the first story, a rampart, of achievement and promise, and ahead, calling her on, the one that was yet to be attempted, difficult and strange, a little thread of story upon a background of dark thoughts, like a voice heard through a storm. Even the heaviest parts of the afternoon could be used, in an engrossed116 forgetfulness of time and place. Time pressed. The year was widening and lifting too rapidly towards the heights of June when everything but the green world, fresh gleaming in parks and squares through the London swelter,
sweeping with the tones of spring and summer mingled117 amongst the changing trees, towards September, would fade from her grasp and disappear.
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