Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.
on the broad grin before a row of yellow lights and mouthing masks.  Why?  Because all’s dark at home.  The stage is the pastime of great minds.  That’s how it comes that the stage is now down.  An age of rampant little minds, my dear Austin!  How I hate that cant of yours about an Age of Work—­you, and your Mortons, and your parsons Brawnley, rank radicals all of you, base materialists!  What does Diaper Sandoe sing of your Age of Work?  Listen!

     ’An Age of betty tit for tat,
      An Age of busy gabble: 
     An Age that’s like a brewer’s vat,
      Fermenting for the rabble!

     ’An Age that’s chaste in Love, but lax
      To virtuous abuses: 
     Whose gentlemen and ladies wax
      Too dainty for their uses.

     ’An Age that drives an Iron Horse,
      Of Time and Space defiant;
     Exulting in a Giant’s Force,
      And trembling at the Giant.

     ’An Age of Quaker hue and cut,
      By Mammon misbegotten;
     See the mad Hamlet mouth and strut! 
      And mark the Kings of Cotton!

     ’From this unrest, lo, early wreck’d,
      A Future staggers crazy,
     Ophelia of the Ages, deck’d
      With woeful weed and daisy!’”

Murmuring, “Get your parson Brawnley to answer that!” Adrian changed the resting-place of a leg, and smiled.  The Age was an old battle-field between him and Austin.

“My parson Brawnley, as you call him, has answered it,” said Austin, “not by hoping his best, which would probably leave the Age to go mad to your satisfaction, but by doing it.  And he has and will answer your Diaper Sandoe in better verse, as he confutes him in a better life.”

“You don’t see Sandoe’s depth,” Adrian replied.  “Consider that phrase, ‘Ophelia of the Ages’!  Is not Brawnley, like a dozen other leading spirits—­I think that’s your term just the metaphysical Hamlet to drive her mad?  She, poor maid! asks for marriage and smiling babes, while my lord lover stands questioning the Infinite, and rants to the Impalpable.”

Austin laughed.  “Marriage and smiling babes she would have in abundance, if Brawnley legislated.  Wait till you know him.  He will be over at Poer Hall shortly, and you will see what a Man of the Age means.  But now, pray, consult with me about these boys.”

“Oh, those boys!” Adrian tossed a hand.  “Are there boys of the Age as well as men?  Not?  Then boys are better than men:  boys are for all Ages.  What do you think, Austin?  They’ve been studying Latude’s Escape.  I found the book open in Ricky’s room, on the top of Jonathan Wild.  Jonathan preserved the secrets of his profession, and taught them nothing.  So they’re going to make a Latude of Mr. Tom Bakewell.  He’s to be Bastille Bakewell, whether he will or no.  Let them.  Let the wild colt run free!  We can’t help them.  We can only look on.  We should spoil the play.”

Adrian always made a point of feeding the fretful beast Impatience with pleasantries—­a not congenial diet; and Austin, the most patient of human beings, began to lose his self-control.

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