Mr. Dale, who had quiet rooms in a western part of London, was very busily occupied one day with a pencil and little scraps1 of paper. He would stop in the middle of his writing, of his monotonous2 tramp from door to window, jot3 down a line of hieroglyphics4, and turn again to his work. At lunch he kept his instruments on the table beside him, and a little notebook accompanied him on his evening walk about the Green. Sometimes he seemed to experience a certain difficulty in the act of writing, as if the heat of shame or even incredulous surprise held his hand, but one by one the fragments of paper fell into the drawer, and a full feast awaited him at the day’s close.
As he lit his pipe at dusk, he was standing5 by the window and looking out into the street. In the distance cab-lights flashed to and fro, up and down the hill, on the main road. Across the way he saw the long line of sober grey houses, cheerfully lit up for the most part, displaying against the night the dining-room and the evening meal. In one house, just opposite, there was brighter illumination, and the open windows showed a modest dinner-party in progress, and here and there a drawing-room on the first floor glowed ruddy, as the tall shaded lamp was lit. Everywhere Dale saw a quiet and comfortable respectability; if there were no gaiety there was no riot, and he thought himself fortunate to have got “rooms” in so sane6 and meritorious7 a street.
The pavement was almost deserted8. Now and again a servant would dart9 out from a side door and scurry10 off in the direction of the shops, returning in a few minutes in equal haste. But foot-passengers were rare, and only at long intervals11 a stranger would drift from the highway and wander with slow speculation12 down Abingdon Road, as if he had passed its entrance a thousand times and had at last been piqued13 with curiosity and the desire of exploring the unknown. All the inhabitants of the quarter prided themselves on their quiet and seclusion14, and many of them did not so much as dream that if one went far enough the road degenerated15 and became abominable16, the home of the hideous17, the mouth of a black purlieu. Indeed, stories, ill and malodorous, were told of the streets parallel to east and west, which perhaps communicated with the terrible sink beyond, but those who lived at the good end of Abingdon Road knew nothing of their neighbours.
Dale leant far out of his window. The pale London sky deepened to violet as the lamps were lit, and in the twilight18 the little gardens before the houses shone, seemed as if they grew more clear. The golden laburnum but reflected the last bright yellow veil that had fallen over the sky after sunset, the white hawthorn19 was a gleaming splendour, the red may a flameless fire in the dusk. From the open window, Dale could note the increasing cheerfulness of the diners opposite, as the moderate cups were filled and emptied; blinds in the higher stories brightened up and down the street when the nurses came up with the children. A gentle breeze, that smelt20 of grass and woods and flowers, fanned away the day’s heat from the pavement stones, rustled21 through the blossoming boughs22, and sank again, leaving the road to calm.
All the scene breathed the gentle domestic peace of the stories; there were regular lives, dull duties done, sober and common thoughts on every side. He felt that he needed not to listen at the windows, for he could divine all the talk, and guess the placid23 and usual channels in which the conversation flowed. Here there were no spasms24, nor raptures25, nor the red storms of romance, but a safe rest; marriage and birth and begetting26 were no more here than breakfast and lunch and afternoon tea.
And then he turned away from the placid transparency of the street, and sat down before his lamp and the papers he had so studiously noted27. A friend of his, an “impossible” man named Jenyns, had been to see him the night before, and they had talked about the psychology28 of the novelists, discussing their insight, and the depth of their probe.
“It is all very well as far as it goes,” said Jenyns. “Yes, it is perfectly29 accurate. Guardsmen do like chorus-girls, the doctor’s daughter is fond of the curate, the grocer’s assistant of the Baptist persuasion30 has sometimes religious difficulties, ‘smart’ people no doubt think a great deal about social events and complications: the Tragic31 Comedians32 felt and wrote all that stuff, I dare say. But do you think that is all? Do you call a description of the gilt33 tools on the morocco here an exhaustive essay on Shakespeare?”
“But what more is there?” said Dale. “Don’t you think, then, that human nature has been fairly laid open? What more?”
“Songs of the frantic34 lupanar; delirium35 of the madhouse. Not extreme wickedness, but the insensate, the unintelligible36, the lunatic passion and idea, the desire that must come from some other sphere that we cannot even faintly imagine. Look for yourself; it is easy.”
Dale looked now at the ends and scraps of paper. On them he had carefully registered all the secret thoughts of the day, the crazy lusts37, the senseless furies, the foul38 monsters that his heart had borne, the maniac39 phantasies that he had harboured. In every note he found a rampant40 madness, the equivalents in thought of mathematical absurdity41, of two-sided triangles, of parallel straight lines which met.
“And we talk of absurd dreams,” he said to himself. “And these are wilder than the wildest visions. And our sins; but these are the sins of nightmare.
“And every day,” he went on, “we lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, but who is the other that hides in me?”
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