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THE TWENTY-FOURTH DAY “ She having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive.” Measure for Measure. Of course I might have know it was a lie. Nathless, I wept all morning and despaired. Nothing for any life of earth I cared, Neither for heaven : I railed against the sky, Hating the earth, the sea, the witchery Of all the universe : my breast I bared And cursed God, hoping lightning ; and I dared Not ask my love “ In very truth—you die ?” I could not bear it longer ; then she spake : “ I lied…
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II Ah ! there be two sides to all shapes of truth ! I might indeed go back to bitter toil, Prune the mind’s vine, and gather in the spoil Rough-conquered from books, men, fields, without ruth Pillaging Nature, pawning strength and youth For some strange guerdon (or its counterfoil) Gainless or not-to-be-gained, priestly or royal, Profane, canaille—I know not, in good sooth ! I might do this : or else I might repose Wrapped in the urned leaves of my love’s blown rose, Seek her in spirit, and commune, and wait Her freedom and the rapture to enclo…
1903 · PDF PAGE 115
…the fullness of my sorrow now :— That all my talk and laughter was a lie ; That as each hour widens the gulfs that sigh Between us ; the truth scores upon my brow Sigils of silence, burns in me the vow “ I love you, and shall love you till it die.’ Whether next year, as fondly we made oath Shall see us meet at least, whether as wife I shall at last gather the whole vow’s breath— Not heaven nor hell shall break our solemn troth. love you, and shall love you all my life. I love you, and shall love you after death. 95
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…ars after reading that incredible tale, I myself, at Yokohama, come across a series of circum- stances wonderfully analogous. But I will truth- fully set down this history just as it all happened. I went one memorable Wednesday night to No. 29.* For my advent in this most reputable * Disinclination to marry is congenital in the elect : the Pauline alternative is discountenanced by my doctor. i
1903 · PDF PAGE 87
…you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in.” Twelfth-Night. A curious conflict this of love and fear, Honour and lust, and truth and trust beguiled ; One in the semblance of a rose-bright child :— The other in a shape more gross and clear, A fiercer woman-figure crowned severe With garlands woven of scourges, but whose wild Breast beat with splendour of sin, whose looks were mild, Hiding the cruel smile behind a tear. So she : “ I now you never would ; ” yet did Such acts that no end otherwise might be. So I : “ I will not ever pl…
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…rs fell fast : “ Next year ! ” in cruel distress We sobbed, and stretched our arms out, and despaired, And—parted. Out the brute-side of truth flared ; “ Thank God I’ve finished with that foolishness ! ” 92
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…e exit of God has not wished to lag behind that of grammar. I have no use for American men, and only one use for American women.” “ Of a truth,” I said, “ the continent is accursed— a very limbo.” “ It is the counterfoil of evolution,” said the man wearily. There was silence. “ What can I do for you ? ” I asked. “ Are you indeed ill ?” vi
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…uil ; the pair withdrew. The old woman lay sprawled along the divan sunk in a drunken torpor. I unrolled the manuscript and read. Brutal truth-telling humour, at times perhaps too Rabelaisian ; lyrics, some of enchanting beauty, others painfully imitative ; sonnets of exceedingly unequal power, a perfectly heartless introduction (some fools would call it pathetic), and, as a synthesis of the whole, an impression of profound sadness and, perhaps, still deeper joy, were my reward. Together with a feeling that the writer must have been a philosoph…
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…he was dying of that love for Alice, whose marvellous beauty it was his mission (who may doubt it ?) to reveal. For the burning torch of truth may smoke, but it is our one sure light in passion and distress. The jewelled silence of the star is, indeed, the light of a serener art ; but love is human, and I give nothing for the tawdry gems of style when the breast they would adorn is that of a breathing, living beauty of man’s love, the heart of all the world. Nor let us taint one sympathy with even a shadow of regret. Let us leave him where “ Si…
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believe.* The man is at once the most truthful writer and the most consummate liar of all time. He selects truth or falsehood without the slightest moral sense or idea of advantage; he asks himself “ Which is humorous ?” and acts accordingly. He chose his love deliberately, I am quite sure, with reference to his art alone. But if our Editor’s conjecture as to the real cause of his death is right, the fire he played with burnt him at last, and he died of the love he had invoked in play. It is the old-story of the magician strangled by the devil.…