第53章

类别:其他 作者:H。 G。 Wells字数:4394更新时间:18/12/22 09:14:23
AndwhileIneglectedthedevelopmentofmyuncle’sfinances——andmyown,inmyscientificworkandmyabsorbingconflictwiththedifficultiesofflying,——hisschemesgrewmoreandmoreexpansiveandhazardous,andhisspendingwilderandlaxer。Ibelievethatahauntingsenseoftheintensifyingunsoundnessofhispositionaccountslargelyforhisincreasingirritabilityandhisincreasingsecretivenesswithmyauntandmyselfduringthesecrowningyears。Hedreaded,Ithink,havingtoexplain,hefearedourjestsmightpierceunwittinglytothetruth。Evenintheprivacyofhismindhewouldnotfacethetruth。Hewasaccumulatingunrealisablesecuritiesinhissafesuntiltheyhungapotentialavalancheovertheeconomicworld。Buthisbuyingbecameafever,andhisrestlessdesiretokeepitupwithhimselfthathewasmakingatriumphantprogresstolimitlesswealthgnaweddeeperanddeeper。Acuriousfeatureofthistimewithhimwashisbuyingoverandoveragainofsimilarthings。 Hisideasseemedtoruninseries。Withinatwelve-monthheboughtfivenewmotor-cars,eachmoreswiftandpowerfulthanitspredecessor,andonlytherepeatedpromptresignationofhischiefchauffeurateachmomentofdanger,preventedhisdrivingthemhimself。Heusedthemmoreandmore。Hedevelopedapassionforlocomotionforitsownsake。 ThenhebegantochafeatLadyGrove,frettedbyachancejesthehadoverheardatadinner。“Thishouse,George。”hesaid。“It’samisfit。There’snoelbow-roominit;it’schokedwitholdmemories。AndIcan’tstandallthesedamnedDurgans! “Thatchapinthecorner,George。No!theothercorner!Themaninacherry-colouredcoat。Hewatchedyou!He’dlooksillyifI stuckapokerthroughhisGizzard!” “He’dlook。”Ireflected,“muchashedoesnow。Asthoughhewasamused。” Hereplacedhisglasses,whichhadfallenathisemotion,andglaredathisantagonists。“Whatarethey?Whataretheyall,thelotof’em?DeadasMutton!Theyjuststuckinthemud。 Theydidn’tevenrisetotheReformation。Theoldout-of-dateReformation!Movewiththetimes!——theymovedagainstthetimes。 JustaFamilyofFailure,——theynevereventried! “They’rejes’,George,exactlywhatI’mnot。Exactly。Itisn’tsuitable。AllthislivinginthePast。 “AndIwantabiggerplacetoo,George。Iwantairandsunlightandroomtomoveaboutandmoreservice。AhousewhereyoucangetaMoveonthings!Zzzz。Why!it’slikeadiscord——itjars——eventohavethetelephone。There’snothing,nothingexcepttheterrace,that’sworthaRap。It’salldarkandoldanddriedupandfullofold-fashionedthings——mustyoldidees——fitterforasilver-fishthanamodernman。Idon’tknowhowIgothere。” Hebrokeoutintoanewgrievance。“Thatdamnedvicar。”hecomplained,“thinksIoughttothinkmyselfluckytogetthisplace!EverytimeImeethimIcanseehimthinkit。Oneofthesedays,GeorgeI’llshowhimwhataMod’unhouseislike!” Andhedid。 Irememberthedaywhenhedeclared,asAmericanssay,forCrestHill。Hehadcomeuptoseemynewgasplant,forIwasthenonlyjustbeginningtoexperimentwithauxiliarycollapsibleballoons,andallthetimetheshineofhisglasseswaswanderingawaytotheopendownbeyond。“Let’sgobacktoLadyGroveoverthehill。”hesaid。“SomethingIwanttoshowyou。Somethingfine!” Itwasanemptysunlitplacethatsummerevening,skyandearthwarmwithsundown,andape-witorsojustaccentuatingthepleasantstillnessthatendsalongclearday。Abeautifulpeace,itwas,towreckforever。Andtherewasmyuncle,themodernmanofpower,inhisgreytop-hatandhisgreysuitandhisblack-ribbonedglasses,short,thin-legged,large-stomached,pointingandgesticulating,threateningthiscalm。 Hebeganwithawaveofhisarm。“That’stheplace,George。”hesaid。“See?” “Eh!”Icried——forIhadbeenthinkingofremotethings。 “Igotit。” “Gotwhat?” “Forahouse!——aTwentiethCenturyhouse!That’stheplaceforit!” Oneofhischaracteristicphraseswasbegotteninhim。 “Four-squaretothewindsofheaven,George!”hesaid。“Eh? Four-squaretothewindsofheaven!” “You’llgetthewindsuphere。”Isaid。 “Amammothhouseitoughttobe,George——tosuitthesehills。” “Quite。”Isaid。 “Greatgalleriesandthings——runningoutthereandthere——See?I beenthinkingofit,George!Lookingoutallthisway——acrosstheWeald。WithitsbacktoLadyGrove。” “Andthemorningsuninitseye。” “Likeaneagle,George,——likeaneagle!” Sohebroachedtomewhatspeedilybecametheleadingoccupationofhisculminatingyears,CrestHill。Butalltheworldhasheardofthatextravagantplacewhichgrewandchangeditsplansasitgrew,andbubbledlikeasaltedsnail,andburgeonedandbulgedandevermoregrew。Iknownotwhatdeliriumofpinnaclesandterracesandarcadesandcorridorsglitteredatlastupontheuplandsofhismind;theplace,forallthatitsexpansionwasterminatedabruptlybyourcollapse,iswonderfulenoughasitstands,——thatemptyinstinctivebuildingofachildlessman。HischiefarchitectwasayoungmannamedWestminster,whoseworkhehadpickedoutinthearchitectureroomoftheRoyalAcademyonaccountofacertaingrandiosecourageinit,butwithhimheassociatedfromtimetotimeanumberoffellowprofessionals,stonemasons,sanitaryengineers,painters,sculptors,scribes,metalworkers,woodcarvers,furnituredesigners,ceramicspecialists,landscapegardeners,andthemanwhodesignsthearrangementandventilationofthevariousnewhousesintheLondonZoologicalGardens。Inadditionhehadhisownideas。 Thethingoccupiedhismindatalltimes,butithelditcompletelyfromFridaynighttoMondaymorning。HewouldcomedowntoLadyGroveonFridaynightinacrowdedmotor-carthatalmostdrippedarchitects。Hedidn’t,however,confinehimselftoarchitects;everyonewasliabletoaninvitationtoweek-endandviewCrestHill,andmanyaneagerpromoter,unawareofhowNapoleonicallyandcompletelymyunclehaddepartmentalisedhismind,triedtocreepuptohimbywayoftilesandventilatorsandnewelectricfittings。AlwaysonSundaymornings,unlesstheweatherwasvile,hewould,sosoonasbreakfastandhissecretariesweredisposedof,visitthesitewithaconsiderableretinue,andalteranddevelopplans,makingmodifications,Zzzz-ing,givingimmensenewordersverbally——anunsatisfactoryway,asWestminsterandthecontractorsultimatelyfound。 Therehestandsinmymemory,thesymbolofthisageforme,themanofluckandadvertisement,thecurrentmasteroftheworld。 Therehestandsuponthegreatoutwardsweepoftheterracebeforethehugemainentrance,alittlefigure,ridiculouslydisproportionatetothatforty-footarch,withthegraniteballbehindhim——theastronomicalball,brasscoopered,thatrepresentedtheworld,withalittleadjustabletubeoflensesonagun-metalarmthatfocussedthesunuponjustthatpointoftheearthonwhichitchancedtobeshiningvertically。Therehestands,Napoleonicallygroupedwithhisretinuemenintweedsandgolfing-suits,alittlesolicitor,whosenameIforget,ingreytrousersandablackjacket,andWestminsterinJaegerunderclothing,afloriferoustie,andpeculiarbrownclothofhisown。 Thedownlandbreezefluttersmyuncle’scoat-tails,disarrangeshisstiffhair,andinsistsontheevidenceofundisciplinedappetitesinfaceandform,ashepointsoutthisorthatfeatureintheprospecttohisattentivecollaborator。 Belowarehundredsoffeetofwheeling-planks,ditches,excavations,heapsofearth,pilesofgardenstonefromtheWealdenridges。Oneitherhandthewallsofhisirrelevantunmeaningpalaceriseatonetimehehadworkinginthatplace——disturbingtheeconomicbalanceofthewholecountrysidebytheirpresence——upwardsofthreethousandmen。 Soheposesformypictureamidsttherawbeginningsthatwerenevertobecompleted。Hedidthestrangestthingsaboutthatplace,thingsmoreandmoredetachedfromanyconceptionoffinancialscale,thingsmoreandmoreapartfromsoberhumanity。 Heseemedtothinkhimself,atlast,releasedfromanysuchlimitations。Hemovedaquiteconsiderablehill,andnearlysixtymaturetreesweremovedwithittoopenhisprospecteastward,moveditabouttwohundredfeettothesouth。Atanothertimehecaughtasuggestionfromsomecityrestaurantandmadeabilliard-roomroofedwithplateglassbeneaththewatersofhisornamentallake。Hefurnishedonewingwhileitsroofstillawaitedcompletion。Hehadaswimmingbaththirtyfeetsquarenexttohisbedroomupstairs,andtocrownitallhecommencedagreatwalltoholdallhisdominionstogether,freefromtheinvasionofcommonmen。Itwasaten-footwall,glasssurmounted,andhaditbeencompletedasheintendedit,itwouldhavehadatotallengthofnearlyelevenmiles。Someofittowardsthelastwassodishonestlybuiltthatitcollapsedwithinayearuponitsfoundations,butsomemilesofitstillstand。IneverthinkofitnowbutwhatIthinkofthehundredsofeagerlittleinvestorswhofollowedhis“star。”whosehopesandlives,whosewives’securityandchildren’sprospectsareallmixedupbeyondredemptionwiththatflakingmortar。 Itiscurioushowmanyofthesemodernfinanciersofchanceandbluffhaveendedtheircareersbybuilding。Itwasnotmerelymyuncle。Soonerorlatertheyallseemtobringtheirlucktothetestofrealisation,trytomaketheirfluidopulencecoagulateoutasbricksandmortar,bringmoonshineintorelationswithaweeklywages-sheet。Thenthewholefabricofconfidenceandimaginationtotters——anddowntheycome。 WhenIthinkofthatdespoiledhillside,thatcolossallitterofbricksandmortar,andcruderoadsandpaths,thescaffoldingandsheds,thegeneralqualityofunforeseeingoutrageuponthepeaceofnature,IamremindedofachatIhadwiththevicaronebleakdayafterhehadwitnessedaglide。HetalkedtomeofaeronauticsasIstoodinjerseyandshortsbesidemymachine,freshfromalighting,andhiscadaverousfacefailedtoconcealapeculiardesolationthatpossessedhim。