But----May I tell you
something?
Kipling - Poems
It came to you without any trouble, and--and I don't think it's
fair. "
"What can I do? I'd give ten years of my life to get you what you want.
But I can't help you; even I can't help. "
A murmur of dissent from Maisie. He went on--"And I know by what you
have just said that you're on the wrong road to success. It isn't got
at by sacrificing other people,--I've had that much knocked into me;
you must sacrifice yourself, and live under orders, and never think for
yourself, and never have real satisfaction in your work except just at
the beginning, when you're reaching out after a notion. "
"How can you believe all that? "
"There's no question of belief or disbelief. That's the law, and you
take it or refuse it as you please. I try to obey, but I can't, and
then my work turns bad on my hands. Under any circumstances, remember,
four-fifths of everybody's work must be bad. But the remnant is worth
the trouble for its own sake. "
"Isn't it nice to get credit even for bad work? "
"It's much too nice.
But----May I tell you something? It isn't a pretty
tale, but you're so like a man that I forget when I'm talking to you. "
"Tell me. "
"Once when I was out in the Soudan I went over some ground that we had
been fighting on for three days. There were twelve hundred dead; and we
hadn't time to bury them. "
"How ghastly! "
"I had been at work on a big double-sheet sketch, and I was wondering
what people would think of it at home. The sight of that field taught
me a good deal. It looked just like a bed of horrible toadstools in all
colours, and--I'd never seen men in bulk go back to their beginnings
before. So I began to understand that men and women were only material
to work with, and that what they said or did was of no consequence.
See? Strictly speaking, you might just as well put your ear down to the
palette to catch what your colours are saying. "
"Dick, that's disgraceful! "
"Wait a minute. I said, strictly speaking. Unfortunately, everybody must
be either a man or a woman.
fair. "
"What can I do? I'd give ten years of my life to get you what you want.
But I can't help you; even I can't help. "
A murmur of dissent from Maisie. He went on--"And I know by what you
have just said that you're on the wrong road to success. It isn't got
at by sacrificing other people,--I've had that much knocked into me;
you must sacrifice yourself, and live under orders, and never think for
yourself, and never have real satisfaction in your work except just at
the beginning, when you're reaching out after a notion. "
"How can you believe all that? "
"There's no question of belief or disbelief. That's the law, and you
take it or refuse it as you please. I try to obey, but I can't, and
then my work turns bad on my hands. Under any circumstances, remember,
four-fifths of everybody's work must be bad. But the remnant is worth
the trouble for its own sake. "
"Isn't it nice to get credit even for bad work? "
"It's much too nice.
But----May I tell you something? It isn't a pretty
tale, but you're so like a man that I forget when I'm talking to you. "
"Tell me. "
"Once when I was out in the Soudan I went over some ground that we had
been fighting on for three days. There were twelve hundred dead; and we
hadn't time to bury them. "
"How ghastly! "
"I had been at work on a big double-sheet sketch, and I was wondering
what people would think of it at home. The sight of that field taught
me a good deal. It looked just like a bed of horrible toadstools in all
colours, and--I'd never seen men in bulk go back to their beginnings
before. So I began to understand that men and women were only material
to work with, and that what they said or did was of no consequence.
See? Strictly speaking, you might just as well put your ear down to the
palette to catch what your colours are saying. "
"Dick, that's disgraceful! "
"Wait a minute. I said, strictly speaking. Unfortunately, everybody must
be either a man or a woman.
