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The hurried arrival of Spots, followed by the extinction of the lights,put an end to further devising of conspiracy. For a long time Martinlay awake, gazing at the ceiling and turning restlessly from side toside. Excitement, that terrible mingling of sheer joy and sheerterror, gripped him, almost physically: as he thought of the splendoursand the perils of to-morrow night he felt as he had felt before when hewas walking down the study passage to the prefects' common-room andlistening to Spots's following tread. What, he wondered, would be theend of it all? There would be a row, inevitably. They might even bekept back a day: that would be wretched. But swiping? He could endurethat for the glory of sharing in a rag, a colossal rag with Neave andCullen as leaders. Besides he hated Randall's, hated them so bitterlythat the prospect of soaking their beds and smashing their pitchers washeavenly even at the cost of swipings innumerable. Nowhere is groupfeeling more obvious and more powerful than in the world of youth. Ina single term Martin had become so passionately one of Berney's thathis hatred of Randall's and their smudgy type of success made himquiver with anger. He didn't care a straw for Gideon's nose: nobodyreally cared for Gideon's sufferings. They were all linked by thesingle bond of hatred.
So they waited, and presently the pandemonium began. Randall's werediscovering that not a bed had escaped, not a jug remained. As theylooked out of their windows on to the gym roof they realised the fullmeaning of the battle-cry and the crash that had startled them at theirsupper.
This was fame and ecstasy indeed. Martin hurriedly said good-bye tohis uncle and aunt and made certain of his place in Neave's carriage.When the train had left the station they settled down to talk and for asplendid half-hour they refought the battle of the pitchers. Then theytalked theatres and ultimately the more experienced told of amorousconquests. Martin had been content to listen for the most part and nowhe relapsed into complete silence. He supposed there must be somethingin this girl business, though as yet he didn't understand. But he wasnot unhappy. He sat with the forefinger and thumb of his right hand inhis waistcoat pocket and felt the milled edges of two sovereigns whichhis uncle had just given him. Two pounds, forty shillings, fourhundred and eighty pence! He possessed the equivalent of one hundredand sixty poached eggs or two hundred and forty ham rolls. It was aravishing thought.
It was just the type of sharp, bitter-phrased reasoning to complete theextinction of Martin's spark of faith. At first Gregson's violentattitude naturally drove Martin to a modified defence of religion, butGregson carried far too many guns when it came to a battle of argument.He could make great play with his comparative religion, and Martin usedto leave Gregson's study with a wealth of new phrases ringing in hisears: at last he could think of nothing but solar myths and gods ofdying vegetation. It seemed to him very strange that the world shouldcontinue to pay any attention to the monstrous imposture which thecombined efforts of Blatchford and Gregson had shown Christianity tobe. But his discoveries did not make him unhappy: he had his secularsocialism and, as religion had never formed a vital element in hislife, its loss could involve no pain.
Martin derived from his study a rich and constant enjoyment. True thatit was a diminutive box of a place: true that in winter he had tochoose between freezing with an open window or enduring the atmospherethat only hot-water pipes can create. There would be rows too outside,in the passage, scuffling and ragging and the singing of all the latestsuccesses. But after the dusty turmoil of the workroom it was apossession and, though Martin was not at that time the kind of personto care intensely about his surroundings or little pieces of property,he took a definite pride in his books and pictures. He was old enoughnow to be above actresses: other and greater persons might bedeck theirwalls with fair women, but Gregson and he had decided that such thingswere only good for the army class. The Upper Sixth, Classical, shouldhave traditions and its traditions should include the things of art.Gregson, on the advice of a Cubist cousin, brought back to Elfrey somemodern studies of the nude, but Mr Berney discovered them and after aclose examination came to the conclusion that the objects depicted werewomen. Then he thought the matter over and nervously demanded theirremoval. This naturally fanned the flame of Gregson's bitternessagainst the world of school and led him to hold forth copiously toMartin, who enjoyed his rich outbursts of invective.
On the tennis court Margaret and he were too strong for Robert andViola; accordingly the two Berrisfords fought great battles against thevisitors and as a rule prevailed. But they were not invincible. OnceMartin and Viola had lost two sets in succession and in the third thescore was five-three and forty-fifteen against them. Viola had said,"Now we're going to win," and Martin had performed the most impossiblefeats at the net, smashing and cutting and getting back for the lob.
And indeed it was in the face of a charge as of cavalry that theyfought their way down to Two Bridges. There is rough going where themoormen have cut for peat and trenched the heathery ridges in theirlabour: and now, in addition to the need of leaping the rifts andskirting green morasses, they had to battle with a wind that shriekedand wrenched and gave no quarter. They talked but little until theysheltered in a hollow. Then Martin took up the thread of an earlierconversation.
"Well, what's the upshot of it all? Merely that the home matters farmore than you imagine, because it's the one place where the ServileState hasn't really got hold of its victims yet. It's true that amiddle-class home may be deadly; so far I agree with the paper. But Idon't agree that the minor's next step is to smash the home altogether.No, we've got to save it if we want to save men from being turned intomere wealth-producing machines. We've got to save it with all itsdangers because it is the expression of genuine and valuable emotion.You people are all for smashing the home before you've smashed thesystem: my idea is just the reverse. When you have a state in whichmen can take pride and find beauty in their work, you can go in andsmash the home. If you try and put the home on a business basis youmay help a few middle-class people who have brains and time enough toquarrel, but you'll be taking from the oppressed their only release andmaking life more commercial and sordid than it is at present. Set up asociety where life has rational interests, where a man can express hisdesire for beauty without leaving it to nocturnal sentimentality, andI'm with you. In the meanwhile there's a good deal to be said for TheLittle Grey Home in the West. It answers a need. To kill that needyou must smash Industrialism. And that, my Fabian friends, is somebusiness." 2ff7e9595c
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