GROUT, SUFFRAGAN.
It always pleases me, from my place at the College table, which is
raised two feet above the rest, to contemplate the multitude whom it
is our duty and our pleasure to keep in contentment and in health. It
is a daily joy to watch them flocking, as you have seen them flock, to
their meals. The heart glows to think of what we have done. I see the
faces of all light up with satisfaction at the prospect of the food;
it is the only thing that moves them. Yes, we have reduced life to
its simplest form. Here is true happiness. Nothing to hope, nothing
to fear--except accident; a little work for the common preservation;
a body of wise men always devising measures for the common good; food
plentiful and varied; gardens for repose and recreation, both summer
and winter; warmth, shelter, and the entire absence of all emotions.
Why, the very faces of the People are growing all alike--one face for
the men, and another for the women; perhaps in the far-off future the
face of the man will approach nearer and nearer to that of the woman,
and so all will be at last exactly alike, and the individual will
exist, indeed, no more. Then there will be, from first to last, among
the whole multitude neither distinction nor difference.
It is a face which fills one with contentment, though it will be many
centuries before it approaches completeness. It is a smooth face, there
are no lines in it; it is a grave face, the lips seldom smile, and
never laugh; the eyes are heavy, and move slowly; there has already
been achieved, though the change has been very gradual, the complete
banishment of that expression which has been preserved in every one of
the ancient portraits, which may be usefully studied for purposes of
contrast. Whatever the emotion attempted to be portrayed, and even when
the face was supposed to be at rest, there was always behind, visible
to the eye, an expression of anxiety or eagerness. Some kind of pain
always lies upon those old faces, even upon the youngest. How could it
be otherwise? On the morrow they would be dead. They had to crowd into
a few days whatever they could grasp of life.
As I sit there and watch our People at dinner, I see with satisfaction
that the old pain has gone out of their faces. They have lived so
long that they have forgotten Death. They live so easily that they
are contented with life: we have reduced existence to the simplest.
They eat and drink--it is their only pleasure; they work--it is a
necessity for health and existence--but their work takes them no longer
than till noontide; they lie in the sun, they sit in the shade, they
sleep. If they had once any knowledge, it is now forgotten; their old
ambitions, their old desires, all are forgotten. They sleep and eat,
they work and rest. To rest and to eat are pleasures which they never
desire to end. To live forever, to eat and drink forever--this is now
their only hope. And this has been accomplished for them by the Holy
College. Science has justified herself--this is the outcome of man's
long search for generations into the secrets of Nature. We, who have
carried on this search, have at length succeeded in stripping humanity
of all those things which formerly made existence intolerable to him.
He lives, he eats, he sleeps. Perhaps--I know not, but of this we
sometimes talk in the College--I say, perhaps--we may succeed in making
some kind of artificial food, as we compound the great Arcanum, with
simple ingredients and without labor. We may also extend the duration
of sleep; we may thus still further simplify existence. Man in the
end--as I propose to make and mould the People--will sleep until Nature
calls upon him to awake and eat. He will then eat, drink, and sleep
again, while the years roll by. He will lie heedless of all; he will
be heedless of the seasons, heedless of the centuries. Time will have
no meaning for him--a breathing, living, inarticulate mass will be all
that is left of the active, eager, chattering Man of the Past.
This may be done in the future, when yonder laboratory, which we call
the House of Life, shall yield the secrets of Nature deeper and deeper
still. At present we have arrived at this point--the chief pleasure
of life is to eat and to drink. We have taught the People so much,
of all the tastes which formerly gratified man this alone remains.
We provide them daily with a sufficiency and variety of food; there
are so many kinds of food, and the combinations are so endless, that
practically the choice of our cooks is unlimited. Good food, varied
food, well-cooked food, with drink also varied and pure, and the best
that can be made, make our public meals a daily joy. We have learned
to make all kinds of wine from the grapes in our hot-houses. It is so
abundant that every day, all the year round, the People may call for
a ration of what they please. We make also beer of every kind, cider,
perry, and mead. The gratification of the sense of taste helps to
remove the incentive to restlessness or discontent. The minds of most
are occupied by no other thought than that of the last feast and the
next; if they were to revolt, where would they find their next meal?
At the outset we had, I confess, grave difficulties. There was not in
existence any Holy College. We drifted without object or purpose. For a
long time the old ambitions remained; the old passions were continued;
the old ideas of private property prevailed; the old inequalities were
kept up. Presently there arose from those who had no property the
demand for a more equal share. The cry was fiercely resisted; then
there followed civil war for a space, till both sides were horrified
by the bloodshed that followed. Time also was on the side of them who
rebelled. I was one, because at the time when the whole nation was
admitted to a participation in the great Arcanum, I was myself a young
man of nineteen, employed as a washer of bottles in Dr. Linister's
laboratory, and therefore, according to the ideas of the time, a very
humble person. Time helped us in an unexpected way. Property was in the
hands of single individuals. Formerly they died and were succeeded by
their sons; now the sons grew tired of waiting. How much longer were
their fathers, who grew no older, to keep all the wealth to themselves?
Therefore, the civil war having come to an end, with no result except a
barren peace, the revolutionary party was presently joined by all but
the holders of property, and the State took over to itself the whole
wealth--that is to say, the whole land; there is no other wealth. Since
that time there has been no private property; for since it was clearly
unjust to take away from the father in order to give it to the son,
with no limitation as to the time of enjoyment, everything followed
the land--great houses, which were allowed to fall into ruin; pictures
and works of art, libraries, jewels, which are in Museums; and money,
which, however, ceased to be of value as soon as there was nothing
which could be bought.
As for me, I was so fortunate as to perceive--Dr. Linister daily
impressed it upon me--that of all occupations, that of Physicist would
very quickly become the most important. I therefore remained in my
employment, worked, read, experimented, and learned all that my master
had to teach me. The other professions, indeed, fell into decay more
speedily than some of us expected. There could be no more lawyers when
there was no more property. Even libel, which was formerly the cause
of many actions, became harmless when a man could not be injured; and,
besides, it is impossible to libel any man when there are no longer
any rules of conduct except the one duty of work, which is done in the
eyes of all and cannot be shirked. And how could Religion survive the
removal of Death to some possible remote future? They tried, it is
true, to keep up the pretence of it, and many, especially women, clung
to the old forms of faith for I know not how long. With the great mass,
religion ceased to have any influence as soon as life was assured. As
for Art, Learning, Science--other than that of Physics, Biology, and
Medicine--all gradually decayed and died away. And the old foolish
pursuit of Literature, which once occupied so many, and was even held
in a kind of honor--the writing of histories, poems, dramas, novels,
essays on human life--this also decayed and died, because men ceased to
be anxious about their past or their future, and were at last contented
to dwell in the present.
Another and a most important change which may be noted was the gradual
decline and disappearance of the passion called Love. This was once a
curious and inexplicable yearning--so much is certain--of two young
people towards each other, so that they were never content unless they
were together, and longed to live apart from the rest of the world,
each trying to make the other happier. At least, this is as I read
history. For my own part, as I was constantly occupied with Science, I
never felt this passion; or if I did, then I have quite forgotten it.
Now, at the outset people who were in love rejoiced beyond measure that
their happiness would last so long. They began, so long as the words
had any meaning, to call each other Angels, Goddesses, Divinely Fair,
possessed of every perfect gift, with other extravagancies, at the mere
recollection of which we should now blush. Presently they grew tired
of each other; they no longer lived apart from the rest of the world.
They separated; or, if they continued to walk together, it was from
force of habit. Some still continue thus to sit side by side. No new
connections were formed. People ceased desiring to make others happy,
because the State began to provide for everybody's happiness. The whole
essence of the old society was a fight. Everybody fought for existence.
Everybody trampled on the weaker. If a man loved a woman, he fought for
her as well as for himself. Love? Why, when the true principle of life
is recognized--the right of every individual to his or her share--and
that an equal share in everything--and when the continuance of life
is assured--what room is there for love? The very fact of the public
life--the constant companionship, the open mingling of women with men,
and this for year after year--the same women with the same men--has
destroyed the mystery which formerly hung about womanhood, and was in
itself the principal cause of love.
It is gone, therefore, and with it the most disturbing element of life.
Without love, without ambition, without suffering, without religion,
without quarrelling, without private rights, without rank or class,
life is calm, gentle, undisturbed. Therefore, they all sit down to
dinner in peace and contentment, every man's mind intent upon nothing
but the bill of fare.
This evening, directed by the observation of the Arch Physician, I
turned my eyes upon the girl Christine, who sat beside her grandfather.
I observed, first--but the fact inspired me with no suspicion--that she
was no longer a child, but a woman grown; and I began to wonder when
she would come with the rest for the Arcanum. Most women, when births
were common among us, used to come at about five-and-twenty; that is
to say, in the first year or two of full womanhood, before their worst
enemies--where there were two women, in the old days, there were two
enemies--could say that they had begun to fall off. If you look round
our table, you will see very few women older than twenty-four, and very
few men older than thirty. There were many women at this table who
might, perhaps, have been called beautiful in the old times; though
now the men had ceased to think of beauty, and the women had ceased to
desire admiration. Yet, if regular features, large eyes, small mouths,
a great quantity of hair, and a rounded figure are beautiful, then
there were many at the table who might have been called beautiful. But
the girl Christine--I observed the fact with scientific interest--was
so different from the other women that she seemed another kind of
creature.
Her eyes were soft; there is no scientific term to express this
softness of youth--one observes it especially in the young of the
_cervus_ kind. There was also a curious softness on her cheek, as
if something would be rubbed away if one touched it. And her voice
differed from that of her elder sisters; it was curiously gentle, and
full of that quality which may be remarked in the wood-dove when she
pairs in spring. They used to call it tenderness; but, since the thing
itself disappeared, the word has naturally fallen out of use.
Now, I might have observed with suspicion, whereas I only remarked
it as something strange, that the company among which Christine and
the old man sat were curiously stirred and uneasy. They were disturbed
out of their habitual tranquillity because the girl was discoursing to
them. She was telling them what she had learned about the Past.
"Oh," I heard her say, "it was a beautiful time! Why did they ever
suffer it to perish? Do you mean that you actually remember nothing of
it?"
They looked at each other sheepishly.
"There were soldiers--men were soldiers; they went out to fight, with
bands of music and the shouts of the people. There were whole armies
of soldiers--thousands of them. They dressed in beautiful glittering
clothes. Do you forget that?"
One of the men murmured, hazily, that there were soldiers.
"And there were sailors, who went upon the sea in great ships. Jack
Carera"--she turned to one of them--"you are a sailor, too. You ought
to remember."
"I remember the sailors very well indeed," said this young man, readily.
I always had my doubts about the wisdom of admitting our sailors among
the People. We have a few ships for the carriage of those things which
as yet we have not succeeded in growing for ourselves; these are manned
by a few hundred sailors who long ago volunteered, and have gone on
ever since. They are a brave race, ready to face the most terrible
dangers of tempest and shipwreck; but they are also a dangerous,
restless, talkative, questioning tribe. They have, in fact, preserved
almost as much independence as the College itself. They are now
confined to their own port of Sheerness.
Then the girl began to tell some pestilent story of love and shipwreck
and rescue; and at hearing it some of them looked puzzled and some
pained; but the sailor listened with all his ears.
"Where did you get that from, Christine?"
"Where I get everything--from the old Library. Come and read it in the
book, Jack."
"I am not much hand at reading. But some day, perhaps after next
voyage, Christine."
The girl poured out a glass of claret for the old man. Then she went on
telling them stories; but most of her neighbors seemed neither to hear
nor to comprehend. Only the sailor-man listened and nodded. Then she
laughed out loud.
At this sound, so strange, so unexpected, everybody within hearing
jumped. Her table was in the Hall next to our own, so that we heard the
laugh quite plainly.
The Arch Physician looked round approvingly.
"How many years since we heard a good, honest _young_ laugh, Suffragan?
Give us more children, and soften our hearts for us. But, no; the
heart you want is the hard, crusted, selfish heart. See! No one asks
why she laughed. They are all eating again now, just as if nothing had
happened. Happy, enviable People!"
Presently he turned to me and remarked, in his lofty manner, as if he
was above all the world,
"You cannot explain, Suffragan, why, at an unexpected touch, a sound,
a voice, a trifle, the memory may be suddenly awakened to things long,
long past and forgotten. Do you know what that laugh caused me to
remember? I cannot explain why, nor can you. It recalled the evening of
the Great Discovery--not the Discovery itself, but quite another thing.
I went there more to meet a girl than to hear what the German had to
say. As to that I expected very little. To meet that girl seemed of
far more importance. I meant to make love to her--love, Suffragan--a
thing which you can never understand--real, genuine love! I meant to
marry her. Well, I did meet her; and I arranged for a convenient place
where we could meet again after the Lecture. Then came the Discovery;
and I was carried away, body and soul, and forgot the girl and love and
everything in the stupefaction of this most wonderful Discovery, of
which we have made, between us, such admirable use."
You never knew whether the Arch Physician was in earnest or not. Truly,
we had made a most beautiful use of the Discovery; but it was not in
the way that Dr. Linister would have chosen.
"All this remembered just because a girl laughed! Suffragan, Science
cannot explain all."
I shall never pretend to deny that Dr. Linister's powers as a
physicist were of the first order, nor that his Discoveries warranted
his election to the Headship of the College. Yet, something was
due, perhaps, to his tall and commanding figure, and to the look of
authority which reigned naturally on his face, and to the way in
which he always stepped into the first rank. He was always the Chief,
long before the College of Physicians assumed the whole authority, in
everything that he joined. He opposed the extinction of property, and
would have had everybody win what he could, and keep it as long as he
would; he opposed the Massacre of the Old; he was opposed, in short, to
the majority of the College. Yet he was our Chief. His voice was clear,
and what he said always produced its effect, though it did not upset my
solid majority, or thwart the Grand Advance of the Triumph of Science.
As for me, my position has been won by sheer work and merit. My figure
is not commanding; I am short-sighted and dark-visaged; my voice is
rough; and as for manners, I have nothing to do with them. But in
Science there is but one second to Linister--and that is Grout.
When the supper came to an end, we rose and marched back to the
College in the same state and order with which we had arrived. As
for the people, some of them went out into the Garden; some remained
in the Hall. It was then nine o'clock, and twilight. Some went
straight to their own rooms, where they would smoke tobacco--an old
habit allowed by the College on account of its soothing and sedative
influence--before going to bed. By ten o'clock everybody would be in
bed and asleep. What more beautiful proof of the advance of Science
than the fact that the whole of the twenty-four thousand people who
formed the population of Canterbury dropped off to sleep the moment
they laid their heads upon the pillow? This it is to have learned
the proper quantities and kinds of food; the proper amount of bodily
exercise and work; and the complete subjugation of all the ancient
forces of unrest and disquiet. To be sure, we were all, with one or
two exceptions, in the very prime and flower of early manhood and
womanhood. It would be hard, indeed, if a young man of thirty should
not sleep well.
I was presently joined in the garden of the College by the Arch
Physician.
"Grout," he said, "let us sit and talk. My mind is disturbed. It is
always disturbed when the memory of the Past is forced upon me."
"The Evil Past," I said.
"If you please--the Evil Past. The question is, whether it was not
infinitely more tolerable for mankind than the Evil Present?"
We argued out the point; but it was one on which we could never agree,
for he remained saturated with the old ideas of private property and
individualism. He maintained that there are no Rights of Man at all,
except his Right to what he can get and what he can keep. He even went
so far as to say that the true use of the Great Discovery should have
been to cause the incompetent, the idle, the hereditarily corrupt, and
the vicious to die painlessly.
"As to those who were left," he said, "I would have taught them the
selfishness of staying too long. When they had taken time for work
and play and society and love, they should have been exhorted to go
away of their own accord, and to make room for their children. Then we
should have had always the due succession of father and son, mother and
daughter; always age and manhood and childhood; and always the world
advancing by the efforts of those who would have time to work for an
appreciable period. Instead, we have"--he waved his hand.
I was going to reply, when suddenly a voice light, clear, and sweet
broke upon our astonished ears. 'Twas the voice of a woman, and she was
singing. At first I hardly listened, because I knew that it could be
none other than the child Christine, whom, indeed, I had often heard
singing. It is natural, I believe, for children to sing. But the Arch
Physician listened, first with wonder, and then with every sign of
amazement. How could he be concerned by the voice of a child singing
silly verses? Then I heard the last lines of her song, which she sang,
I admit, with great vigor:
"Oh, Love is worth the whole broad earth;
Oh, Love is worth the whole broad earth;
Give that, you give us all!"
"Grout," cried the Arch Physician, in tones of the deepest agitation,
"I choke--I am stifled. Listen! They are words that I wrote--I
myself wrote--with my own hand--long, long ago in the Past. I wrote
them for a girl--the girl I told you of at dinner. I loved her. I
thought never again to feel as I felt then. Yet the memory of that
feeling has come back to me. Is it possible? Can some things never
die? Can we administer no drug that will destroy memory? For the earth
reeled beneath my feet again, and my senses reeled, and I would once
more--yes, I would once more have given all the world--yes, life--even
life--only to call that woman mine for a year--a month--a day--an hour!"
The Arch Physician made this astonishing confession in a broken
and agitated voice. Then he rushed away, and left me alone in the
summer-house.
The singer could certainly have been none other than the girl
Christine. How should she get hold of Dr. Linister's love-song?
Strange! She had disturbed our peace at supper by laughing, and she had
agitated the Arch Physician himself to such a degree as I should have
believed impossible by singing a foolish old song. When I went to bed
there came into my mind some of the old idle talk about witches, and
I even dreamed that we were burning a witch who was filling our minds
with disturbing thoughts.