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state；　joining　wall　to　wall　and　way　to　way；　the　new　great　England　

rising　out　of　the　decaying　old　。　。　。　we　are　the　real　statesmenI　

like　that　use　of　'statesmen。'。　。　。〃



〃Yes；〃　I　said　with　many　doubts。　　〃Yes；　of　course。　。　。　。〃



Willersley　is　middle…aged　now；　with　silver　in　his　hair　and　a　

deepening　benevolence　in　his　always　amiable　face；　and　he　has　very　

fairly　kept　his　word。　　He　has　lived　for　social　service　and　to　do　

vast　masses　of　useful；　undistinguished；　fertilising　work。　　Think　of　

the　days　of　arid　administrative　plodding　and　of　contention　still　

more　arid　and　unrewarded；　that　he　must　have　spent！　　His　little　

affectations　of　gesture　and　manner；　imitative　affectations　for　the　

most　part；　have　increased；　and　the　humorous　beam　and　the　humorous　

intonations　have　become　a　thing　he　puts　on　every　morning　like　an　old　

coat。　　His　devotion　is　mingled　with　a　considerable　whimsicality；　and　

they　say　he　is　easily　flattered　by　subordinates　and　easily　offended　

into　opposition　by　colleagues；　he　has　made　mistakes　at　times　and　

followed　wrong　courses；　still　there　he　is；　a　flat　contradiction　to　

all　the　ordinary　doctrine　of　motives；　a　man　who　has　foregone　any　

chances　of　wealth　and　profit；　foregone　any　easier　paths　to　

distinction；　foregone　marriage　and　parentage；　in　order　to　serve　the　

community。　　He　does　it　without　any　fee　or　reward　except　his　personal　

self…satisfaction　in　doing　this　work；　and　he　does　it　without　any　

hope　of　future　joys　and　punishments；　for　he　is　an　implacable　

Rationalist。　　No　doubt　he　idealises　himself　a　little；　and　dreams　of　

recognition。　　No　doubt　he　gets　his　pleasure　from　a　sense　of　power；　

from　the　spending　and　husbanding　of　large　sums　of　public　money；　and　

from　the　inevitable　proprietorship　he　must　feel　in　the　fair；　fine；　

well…ordered　schools　he　has　done　so　much　to　develop。　　〃But　for　me；〃　

he　can　say；　〃there　would　have　been　a　Job　about　those　diagrams；　and　

that　subject　or　this　would　have　been　less　ably　taught。〃　。　。　。



The　fact　remains　that　for　him　the　rewards　have　been　adequate；　if　not　

to　content　at　any　rate　to　keep　him　working。　　Of　course　he　covets　the　

notice　of　the　world　he　has　served；　as　a　lover　covets　the　notice　of　

his　mistress。　　Of　course　he　thinks　somewhere；　somewhen；　he　will　get　

credit。　　Only　last　year　I　heard　some　men　talking　of　him；　and　they　

were　noting；　with　little　mean　smiles；　how　he　had　shown　himself　self…

conscious　while　there　was　talk　of　some　honorary　degree…giving　or　

other；　it　would；　I　have　no　doubt；　please　him　greatly　if　his　work　

were　to　flower　into　a　crimson　gown　in　some　Academic　parterre。　　Why　

shouldn't　it？　　But　that　is　incidental　vanity　at　the　worst；　he　goes　

on　anyhow。　　Most　men　don't。



But　we　had　our　walk　twenty　years　and　more　ago　now。　　He　was　oldish　

even　then　as　a　young　man；　just　as　he　is　oldish　still　in　middle　age。　　

Long　may　his　industrious　elderliness　flourish　for　the　good　of　the　

world！　　He　lectured　a　little　in　conversation　then；　he　lectures　more　

now　and　listens　less；　toilsomely　disentangling　what　you　already　

understand；　giving　you　in　detail　the　data　you　know；　these　are　things　

like　callosities　that　come　from　a　man's　work。



Our　long　three　weeks'　talk　comes　back　to　me　as　a　memory　of　ideas　and　

determinations　slowly　growing；　all　mixed　up　with　a　smell　of　wood　

smoke　and　pine　woods　and　huge　precipices　and　remote　gleams　of　snow…

fields　and　the　sound　of　cascading　torrents　rushing　through　deep　

gorges　far　below。　　It　is　mixed；　too；　with　gossips　with　waitresses　

and　fellow　travellers；　with　my　first　essays　in　colloquial　German　and　

Italian；　with　disputes　about　the　way　to　take；　and　other　things　that　

I　will　tell　of　in　another　section。　　But　the　white　passion　of　human　

service　was　our　dominant　theme。　　Not　simply　perhaps　nor　altogether　

unselfishly；　but　quite　honestly；　and　with　at　least　a　frequent　self…

forgetfulness；　did　we　want　to　do　fine　and　noble　things；　to　help　in　

their　developing；　to　lessen　misery；　to　broaden　and　exalt　life。　　It　

is　very　hardperhaps　it　is　impossibleto　present　in　a　page　or　two　

the　substance　and　quality　of　nearly　a　month's　conversation；　

conversation　that　is　casual　and　discursive　in　form；　that　ranges　

carelessly　from　triviality　to　immensity；　and　yet　is　constantly　

resuming　a　constructive　process；　as　workmen　on　a　wall　loiter　and　

jest　and　go　and　come　back；　and　all　the　while　build。



We　got　it　more　and　more　definite　that　the　core　of　our　purpose　

beneath　all　its　varied　aspects　must　needs　be　order　and　discipline。　　

〃Muddle；〃　said　I；　〃is　the　enemy。〃　　That　remains　my　belief　to　this　

day。　　Clearness　and　order；　light　and　foresight；　these　things　I　know　

for　Good。　　It　was　muddle　had　just　given　us　all　the　still　freshly　

painful　disasters　and　humiliations　of　the　war；　muddle　that　gives　us　

the　visibly　sprawling　disorder　of　our　cities　and　industrial　country…

side；　muddle　that　gives　us　the　waste　of　life；　the　limitations；　

wretchedness　and　unemployment　of　the　poor。　　Muddle！　　I　remember　

myself　quoting　Kipling





　　　　〃All　along　o'　dirtiness；　all　along　o'　mess；

　　　　　All　along　o'　doin'　things　rather…more…or…less。〃





〃We　build　the　state；〃　we　said　over　and　over　again。　　〃That　is　what　we　

are　forservants　of　the　new　reorganisation！〃



We　planned　half　in　earnest　and　half　Utopianising；　a　League　of　Social　

Service。



We　talked　of　the　splendid　world　of　men　that　might　grow　out　of　such　

unpaid　and　ill…paid　work　as　we　were　setting　our　faces　to　do。　　We　

spoke　of　the　intricate　difficulties；　the　monstrous　passive　

resistances；　the　hostilities　to　such　a　development　as　we　conceived　

our　work　subserved；　and　we　spoke　with　that　underlying　confidence　in　

the　invincibility　of　the　causes　we　adopted　that　is　natural　to　young　

and　scarcely　tried　men。



We　talked　much　of　the　detailed　life　of　politics　so　far　as　it　was　

known　to　us；　and　there　Willersley　was　more　experienced　and　far　

better　informed　than　I；　we　discussed　possible　combinations　and　

possible　developments；　and　the　chances　of　some　great　constructive　

movement　coming　from　the　heart…searchings　the　Boer　war　had　

occasioned。　　We　would　sink　to　gossipeven　at　the　Suetonius　level。　　

Willersley　would　decline　towards　illuminating　anecdotes　that　I　

capped　more　or　less　loosely　from　my　private　reading。　　We　were　

particularly　wise；　I　remember；　upon　the　management　of　newspapers；　

because　about　that　we　knew　nothing　whatever。　　We　perceived　that　

great　things　were　to　be　done　through　newspapers。　　We　talked　of　

swaying　opinion　and　moving　great　classes　to　massive　action。



Men　are　egotistical　even　in　devotion。　　All　our　splendid　projects　

were　thickset　with　the　first　personal　pronoun。　　We　both　could　write；　

and　all　that　we　said　in　general　terms　was　reflected　in　the　

particular　in　our　minds；　it　was　ourselves　we　saw；　and　no　others；　

writing　and　speaking　that　moving　word。　　We　had　already　produced　

manuscript　and　passed　the　initiations　of　proof　reading；　I　had　been　a　

frequent　speaker　in　the　Union；　and　Willersley　was　an　active　man　on　

the　School　Board。　　Our　feet　were　already　on　the　lower　rungs　that　led　

up　and　up。　　He　was　six　and　twenty；　and　I　twenty…two。　　We　intimated　

our　individual　careers　in　terms　of　bold　expectation。　　I　had　

prophetic　glimpses　of　walls　and　hoardings　clamorous　with　〃Vote　for　

Remington；〃　and　Willersley　no　doubt　saw　himself　chairman　of　this　

committee　and　that；　saying　a　few　slightly　ironical　words　after　the　

declaration　of　the　poll；　and　then　sitting　friendly　beside　me　on　the　

government　benches。　　There　was　nothing　impossible　in　such　dreams。　　

Why　not　the　Board　of　Education　for　him？　　My　preference　at　that　time　

wavered　between　the　Local　Government　BoardI　had　great　ideas　about　

town…planning；　about　revisions　of　municipal　areas　and　re…organised　

internal　transitand　the　War　Office。　　I　swayed　strongly　towards　the　

latter　as　the　journey　progressed。　　My　educational　bias　came　later。



The　swelling　ambitions　that　have　tramped　over　Alpine　passes！　　How　

many　of　them；　like　mine；　have　come　almost　within　sight　of　

realisation　before　they　failed？



There　were　times　when　we　posed　like　young　gods　（of　unassuming　

exterior）；　and　times　when　we　were　full　of　the　absurdest　little　

solicitudes　about　our　prospects。　　There　were　times　when　one　surveyed　

the　whole　world　of　men　as　if　it　was　a　little　thing　at　one's　feet；　

and　by　way　of　contrast　I　remember　once　lying　in　bedit　must　have　

been　during　this　holiday；　though　I　cannot　for　the　life　of　me　fix　

whereand　speculating　whether　perhaps　some　day　I　might　not　be　a　

K。　C。　B。；　Sir　Richard　Remington；　K。　C。　B。；　M。　P。



But　the　big　style　prevailed。　。　。　。



We　could　not　tell　from　minute　to　minute　whether　we　were　planning　for　

a　world　of　solid　reality；　or　telling　ourselves　fairy　tales　about　

this　prospect　of　life。　　So　much　seemed　possible；　and　everything　we　

could　think　of　so　improbable。　　There　were　lapses　when　it　seemed　to　

me　I　could　never　be　anything　but　just　the　entirely　unimportant　and　

undistinguished　yo