Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

I drove cityward through the rain, mechanically taking the familiar turns in the road, barely missing a man in a buggy at a four-corners.  He shouted after me, but the world to which he belonged didn’t exist.  I lived again those moments that had followed Nancy’s surrender, seeking to recall and fix in my mind every word that had escaped from her lips—­the trivial things that to lovers are so fraught with meaning.  I lived it all over again, as I say, but the reflection of it, though intensely emotional, differed from the reality in that now I was somewhat able to regard the thing, to regard myself, objectively; to define certain feelings that had flitted in filmy fashion through my consciousness, delicate shadows I recognized at the time as related to sadness.  When she had so amazingly yielded, the thought for which my mind had been vaguely groping was that the woman who lay there in my arms, obscured by the darkness, was not Nancy at all!  It was as if this one precious woman I had so desperately pursued had, in the capture, lost her identity, had mysteriously become just woman, in all her significance, yes, and helplessness.  The particular had merged (inevitably, I might have known) into the general:  the temporary had become the lasting, with a chain of consequences vaguely implied that even in my joy gave me pause.  For the first time in my life I had a glimpse of what marriage might mean,—­marriage in a greater sense than I had ever conceived it, a sort of cosmic sense, implying obligations transcending promises and contracts, calling for greatness of soul of a kind I had not hitherto imagined.  Was there in me a grain of doubt of my ability to respond to such a high call?  I began to perceive that such a union as we contemplated involved more obligations than one not opposed to traditional views of morality.  I fortified myself, however,—­if indeed I really needed fortification in a mood prevailingly triumphant and exalted,—­with the thought that this love was different, the real thing, the love of maturity steeped in the ideals of youth.  Here was a love for which I must be prepared to renounce other things on which I set a high value; prepared, in case the world, for some reason, should not look upon us with kindliness.  It was curious that such reflections as these should have been delayed until after the achievement of my absorbing desire, more curious that they should have followed so closely on the heels of it.  The affair had shifted suddenly from a basis of adventure, of uncertainty; to one of fact, of commitment; I am exaggerating my concern in order to define it; I was able to persuade myself without much difficulty that these little, cloudy currents in the stream of my joy were due to a natural reaction from the tremendous strain of the past weeks, mere morbid fancies.

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