Under Western Eyes eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 332 pages of information about Under Western Eyes.

I looked at her calm face and her animated eyes.

“Of course the will must be awakened, inspired, concentrated,” she went on.  “That is the true task of real agitators.  One has got to give up one’s life to it.  The degradation of servitude, the absolutist lies must be uprooted and swept out.  Reform is impossible.  There is nothing to reform.  There is no legality, there are no institutions.  There are only arbitrary decrees.  There is only a handful of cruel—­perhaps blind—­officials against a nation.”

The letter rustled slightly in her hand.  I glanced down at the flimsy blackened pages whose very handwriting seemed cabalistic, incomprehensible to the experience of Western Europe.

“Stated like this,” I confessed, “the problem seems simple enough.  But I fear I shall not see it solved.  And if you go back to Russia I know that I shall not see you again.  Yet once more I say:  go back!  Don’t suppose that I am thinking of your preservation.  No!  I know that you will not be returning to personal safety.  But I had much rather think of you in danger there than see you exposed to what may be met here.”

“I tell you what,” said Miss Haldin, after a moment of reflection.  “I believe that you hate revolution; you fancy it’s not quite honest.  You belong to a people which has made a bargain with fate and wouldn’t like to be rude to it.  But we have made no bargain.  It was never offered to us—­so much liberty for so much hard cash.  You shrink from the idea of revolutionary action for those you think well of as if it were something—­how shall I say it—­not quite decent.”

I bowed my head.

“You are quite right,” I said.  “I think very highly of you”

“Don’t suppose I do not know it,” she began hurriedly.  “Your friendship has been very valuable.”

“I have done little else but look on.”

She was a little flushed under the eyes.

“There is a way of looking on which is valuable I have felt less lonely because of it.  It’s difficult to explain.”

“Really?  Well, I too have felt less lonely.  That’s easy to explain, though.  But it won’t go on much longer.  The last thing I want to tell you is this:  in a real revolution—­not a simple dynastic change or a mere reform of institutions—­in a real revolution the best characters do not come to the front.  A violent revolution falls into the hands of narrow-minded fanatics and of tyrannical hypocrites at first.  Afterwards comes the turn of all the pretentious intellectual failures of the time.  Such are the chiefs and the leaders.  You will notice that I have left out the mere rogues.  The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement—­but it passes away from them.  They are not the leaders of a revolution.  They are its victims:  the victims of disgust, of disenchantment—­often of remorse.  Hopes grotesquely betrayed, ideals caricatured—­that is the definition of revolutionary success.  There have been in every revolution hearts broken by such successes.  But enough of that.  My meaning is that I don’t want you to be a victim.”

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