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"Heart's desire," she whispered. "Am I indeed your heart's
desire?"
Sir Richmond sank his head and voice in response.
"You are the best of all things. And I have to let you go."
Sir Richmond suddenly remembered Miss Seyffert and half
turned his face towards her. Her forehead was just visible
over the hood of the open coupe. She appeared to be
intelligently intent upon the scenery. Then he broke out
suddenly into a tirade against the world. "But I am bored by
this jostling unreasonable world. At the bottom of my heart I
am bitterly resentful to-day. This is a world of fools and
brutes in which we live, a world of idiotic traditions,
imbecile limitations, cowardice, habit, greed and mean
cruelty. It is a slum of a world, a congested district, an
insanitary jumble of souls and bodies. Every good thing,
every sweet desire is thwarted--every one. I have to lead the
life of a slum missionary, a sanitary inspector, an underpaid
teacher. I am bored. Oh God! how I am bored! I am bored by
our laws and customs. I am bored by our rotten empire and its
empty monarchy. I am bored by its parades and its flags and
its sham enthusiasms. I am bored by London and its life, by
its smart life and by its servile life alike. I am bored by
theatres and by books and by every sort of thing that people
call pleasure. I am bored by the brag of people and the
claims of people and the feelings of people. Damn people! I
am bored by profiteers and by the snatching they call
business enterprise. Damn every business man! I am bored by
politics and the universal mismanagement of everything. I am
bored by France, by AngloSaxondom, by German self-pity, by
Bolshevik fanaticism. I am bored by these fools' squabbles
that devastate the world. I am bored by Ireland, Orange and
Green. Curse the Irish--north and south together! Lord! how I
HATE the Irish from Carson to the last Sinn Feiner! And I am
bored by India and by Egypt. I am bored by Poland and by
Islam. I am bored by anyone who professes to have rights.
Damn their rights! Curse their rights! I am bored to death by
this year and by last year and by the prospect of next year.
I am bored--I am horribly bored--by my work. I am bored by
every sort of renunciation. I want to live with the woman I
love and I want to work within the limits of my capacity.
Curse all Hullo! Damn his eyes!--Steady, ah! The spark! . . .
Good! No skid."
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