"I have.If I can.But I warn you I have been near breaking point.And if I tumble off the high horse, if I can't keep going regularly there to ride the moral high horse, that Committee will slump into utter scoundrelism.It will turn out a long, inconsistent, botched, unreadable report that will back up all sorts of humbugging bargains and sham settlements.It will contain some half-baked scheme to pacify the miners at the expense of the general welfare.It won't even succeed in doing that.But in the general confusion old Cassidy will get away with a series of hauls that may run into millions.Which will last his time--damn him! And that is where we are....Oh! I know! I know!....I must do this job.I don't need any telling that my life will be nothing and mean nothing unless I bring this thing through....
"But the thanklessness of playing this lone hand!"The doctor watched his friend's resentful black silhouette against the lights on the steely river, and said nothing for awhile.
"Why did I ever undertake to play it?" Sir Richmond appealed.
"Why has it been put upon me? Seeing what a poor thing I am, why am I not a poor thing altogether?"Section 8
"I think I understand that loneliness of yours, said the doctor after an interval.
"I am INTOLERABLE to myself."
"And I think it explains why it is that you turn to women as you do.You want help; you want reassurance.And you feel they can give it.""I wonder if it has been quite like that," Sir Richmond reflected.
By an effort Dr.Martineau refrained from mentioning the mother complex."You want help and reassurance as a child does," he said."Women and women alone seem capable of giving that, of telling you that you are surely right, that notwithstanding your blunders you are right; that even when you are wrong it doesn't so much matter, you are still in spirit right.They can show their belief in you as no man can.With all their being they can do that.""Yes, I suppose they could."
"They can.You have said already that women are necessary to make things real for you.""Not my work," said Sir Richmond."I admit that it might be like that, but it isn't like that.It has not worked out like that.The two drives go on side by side in me.They have no logical connexion.All I can say is that for me, with my bifid temperament, one makes a rest from the other, and is so far refreshment and a renewal of energy.But I do not find women coming into my work in any effectual way."The doctor reflected further."I suppose," he began and stopped short.
He heard Sir Richmond move in his chair, creaking an interrogation.
"You have never," said the doctor, "turned to the idea of God?"Sir Richmond grunted and made no other answer for the better part of a minute.
As Dr.Martineau waited for his companion to speak, a falling star streaked the deep blue above them.
"I can't believe in a God," said Sir Richmond.
"Something after the fashion of a God," said the doctor insidiously.
"No," said Sir Richmond."Nothing that reassures.""But this loneliness, this craving for companionship....""We have all been through that," said Sir Richmond."We have all in our time lain very still in the darkness with our souls crying out for the fellowship of God, demanding some sign, some personal response.The faintest feeling of assurance would have satisfied us.""And there has never been a response?"
"Have YOU ever had a response?"
"Once I seemed to have a feeling of exaltation and security.""Well?"
"Perhaps I only persuaded myself that I had.I had been reading William James on religious experiences and I was thinking very much of Conversion.I tried to experience Conversion....""Yes? "
"It faded."
"It always fades," said Sir Richmond with anger in his voice.
"I wonder how many people there are nowadays who have passed through this last experience of ineffectual invocation, this appeal to the fading shadow of a vanished God.In the night.
In utter loneliness.Answer me! Speak to me! Does he answer?
In the silence you hear the little blood vessels whisper in your ears.You see a faint glow of colour on the darkness...."Dr.Martineau sat without a word.
"I can believe that over all things Righteousness rules.Ican believe that.But Righteousness is not friendliness nor mercy nor comfort nor any such dear and intimate things.This cuddling up to Righteousness! It is a dream, a delusion and a phase.I've tried all that long ago.I've given it up long ago.I've grown out of it.Men do--after forty.Our souls were made in the squatting-place of the submen of ancient times.They are made out of primitive needs and they die before our bodies as those needs are satisfied.Only young people have souls, complete.The need for a personal God, feared but reassuring, is a youth's need.I no longer fear the Old Man nor want to propitiate the Old Man nor believe he matters any more.I'm a bit of an Old Man myself I discover.
Yes.But the other thing still remains.""The Great Mother of the Gods," said Dr.Martineau--still clinging to his theories.
"The need of the woman," said Sir Richmond."I want mating because it is my nature to mate.I want fellowship because Iam a social animal and I want it from another social animal.
Not from any God--any inconceivable God.Who fades and disappears.No....
"Perhaps that other need will fade presently.I do not know.
Perhaps it lasts as long as life does.How can I tell?"He was silent for a little while.Then his voice sounded in the night, as if he spoke to himself."But as for the God of All Things consoling and helping! Imagine it! That up there--having fellowship with me! I would as soon think of cooling my throat with the Milky Way or shaking hands with those stars."
