In our love of books, of digging deep into certain subjects, of
historic questing and speculative discussions we are closely
sympathetic, but in many viewpoints we are as apart as the poles.
Perhaps we will always be.
Selwyn by heritage and training and natural inclination is
conventional and conservative. I am not. To walk in beaten tracks
is not easy for me. I want to explore for myself. He thinks a woman
has no business in by-paths. Our opposing beliefs do not make for
placid friendship.
It is Selwyn's indifference to life, to its problems and struggles
and many-sidedness, that makes me at times impatient with him beyond
restraint. In his profession he is successful. His ambition makes
him work, but a weariness of things, of the unworthwhileness of human
effort, the futility of striving, the emptiness of achievement,
possesses him frequently, and in his dark days he pays the penalty of
his points of view. If only he could see, could understand--.
I turned from the window and again sat down in my corner of the sofa
and motioned him to take his seat.
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