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She had an immense respect for thought...and these men,at least,tried to think honestly.But somehow there was a cat,and it wouldn't jump.They all alike talked at something,though what it was,for the life of her she couldn't say.It was something that Mick didn't clear,either.

But then Mick wasn't trying to do anything,but just get through his life,and put as much across other people as they tried to put across him.

He was really anti-social,which was what Clifford and his cronies had against him.Clifford and his cronies were not anti-social;they were more or less bent on saving mankind,or on instructing it,to say the least.

There was a gorgeous talk on Sunday evening,when the conversation drifted again to love.

'Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in kindred something-or-other'--said Tommy Dukes.'I'd like to know what the tie is...The tie that binds us just now is mental friction on one another.And,apart from that,there's damned little tie between us.We bust apart,and say spiteful things about one another,like all the other damned intellectuals in the world.Damned everybodies,as far as that goes,for they all do it.Else we bust apart,and cover up the spiteful things we feel against one another by saying false sugaries.It's a curious thing that the mental life seems to flourish with its roots in spite,ineffable and fathomless spite.Always has been so!Look at Socrates,in Plato,and his bunch round him!The sheer spite of it all,just sheer joy in pulling somebody else to bits...Protagoras,or whoever it was!And Alcibiades,and all the other little disciple dogs joining in the fray!I must say it makes one prefer Buddha,quietly sitting under a bo-tree,or Jesus,telling his disciples little Sunday stories,peacefully,and without any mental fireworks.No,there's something wrong with the mental life,radically.It's rooted in spite and envy,envy and spite.Ye shall know the tree by its fruit.'

'I don't think we're altogether so spiteful,'protested Clifford.

'My dear Clifford,think of the way we talk each other over,all of us.I'm rather worse than anybody else,myself.Because I infinitely prefer the spontaneous spite to the concocted sugaries;now they are poison;when I begin saying what a fine fellow Clifford is,etc.,etc.,then poor Clifford is to be pitied.For God's sake,all of you,say spiteful things about me,then I shall know I mean something to you.Don't say sugaries,or I'm done.'

'Oh,but I do think we honestly like one another,'said Hammond.

'I tell you we must...we say such spiteful things to one another,about one another,behind our backs!I'm the worst.'

'And I do think you confuse the mental life with the critical activity.

I agree with you,Socrates gave the critical activity a grand start,but he did more than that,'said Charlie May,rather magisterially.The cronies had such a curious pomposity under their assumed modesty.It was all so ex cathedra ,and it all pretended to be so humble.

Dukes refused to be drawn about Socrates.

'That's quite true,criticism and knowledge are not the same thing,'said Hammond.

'They aren't,of course,'chimed in Berry,a brown,shy young man,who had called to see Dukes,and was staying the night.

They all looked at him as if the ass had spoken.

'I wasn't talking about knowledge...I was talking about the mental life,'laughed Dukes.'Real knowledge comes out of the whole corpus of the consciousness;out of your belly and your penis as much as out of your brain and mind.

The mind can only analyse and rationalize.Set the mind and the reason to cock it over the rest,and all they can do is to criticize,and make a deadness.I say all they can do.It is vastly important.My God,the world needs criticizing today...criticizing to death.Therefore let's live the mental life,and glory in our spite,and strip the rotten old show.But,mind you,it's like this:while you live your life,you are in some way an Organic whole with all life.But once you start the mental life you pluck the apple.You've severed the connexion between,the apple and the tree:the organic connexion.And if you've got nothing in your life but the mental life,then you yourself are a plucked apple...you've fallen off the tree.And then it is a logical necessity to be spiteful,just as it's a natural necessity for a plucked apple to go bad.'

Clifford made big eyes:it was all stuff to him.Connie secretly laughed to herself.

'Well then we're all plucked apples,'said Hammond,rather acidly and petulantly.

'So let's make cider of ourselves,'said Charlie.

'But what do you think of Bolshevism?'put in the brown Berry,as if everything had led up to it.

'Bravo!'roared Charlie.'What do you think of Bolshevism?'

'Come on!Let's make hay of Bolshevism!'said Dukes.

'I'm afraid Bolshevism is a large question,'said Hammond,shaking his head seriously.