the research magnificent-第34节
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shadow； broke only into a little cold green and white edge of olive terraces and vegetation and houses before they touched the clear blue water。 An occasional church or a house perched high upon some seemingly inaccessible ledge did but accentuate the vast barrenness of the land。 It was a land desolated and destroyed。 At Ragusa； at Salona； at Spalato and Zara and Pola Benham had seen only variations upon one persistent theme； a dwindled and uncreative human life living amidst the giant ruins of preceding times； as worms live in the sockets of a skull。 Forward an unsavoury group of passengers still slumbered amidst fruit…peel and expectorations； a few soldiers； some squalid brigands armed with preposterous red umbrellas； a group of curled…up human lumps brooded over by an aquiline individual caparisoned with brass like a horse； his head wrapped picturesquely in a shawl。 Benham surveyed these last products of the 〃life force〃 and resumed his pensive survey of the coast。 The sea was deserted save for a couple of little lateen craft with suns painted on their gaudy sails； sea butterflies that hung motionless as if unawakened close inshore。 。 。 。 The travel of the last few weeks had impressed Benham's imagination profoundly。 For the first time in his life he had come face to face with civilization in defeat。 From Venice hitherward he had marked with cumulative effect the clustering evidences of effort spent and power crumbled to nothingness。 He had landed upon the marble quay of Pola and visited its deserted amphitheatre； he had seen a weak provincial life going about ignoble ends under the walls of the great Venetian fortress and the still more magnificent cathedral of Zara； he had visited Spalato； clustered in sweltering grime within the ample compass of the walls of Diocletian‘s villa； and a few troublesome sellers of coins and iridescent glass and fragments of tessellated pavement and such…like loot was all the population he had found amidst the fallen walls and broken friezes and columns of Salona。 Down this coast there ebbed and flowed a mean residual life； a life of violence and dishonesty； peddling trades； vendettas and war。 For a while the unstable Austrian ruled this land and made a sort of order that the incalculable chances of international politics might at any time shatter。 Benham was drawing near now to the utmost limit of that extended peace。 Ahead beyond the mountain capes was Montenegro and； further； Albania and Macedonia； lands of lawlessness and confusion。 Amanda and he had been warned of the impossibility of decent travel beyond Cattaro and Cettinje but this had but whetted her adventurousness and challenged his spirit。 They were going to see Albania for themselves。 The three months of honeymoon they had been spending together had developed many remarkable divergences of their minds that had not been in the least apparent to Benham before their marriage。 Then their common resolve to be as spirited as possible had obliterated all minor considerations。 But that was the limit of their unanimity。 Amanda loved wild and picturesque things； and Benham strong and clear things； the vines and brushwood amidst the ruins of Salona that had delighted her had filled him with a sense of tragic retrogression。 Salona had revived again in the acutest form a dispute that had been smouldering between them throughout a fitful and lengthy exploration of north and central Italy。 She could not understand his disgust with the mediaeval colour and confusion that had swamped the pride and state of the Roman empire； and he could not make her feel the ambition of the ruler； the essential discipline and responsibilities of his aristocratic idea。 While his adventurousness was conquest； hers； it was only too manifest； was brigandage。 His thoughts ran now into the form of an imaginary discourse； that he would never deliver to her； on the decay of states； on the triumphs of barbarians over rulers who will not rule； on the relaxation of patrician orders and the return of the robber and assassin as lordship decays。 This coast was no theatrical scenery for him； it was a shattered empire。 And it was shattered because no men had been found； united enough； magnificent and steadfast enough； to hold the cities； and maintain the roads； keep the peace and subdue the brutish hates and suspicions and cruelties that devastated the world。 And as these thoughts came back into his mind； Amanda flickered up from below； light and noiseless as a sunbeam； and stood behind his chair。 Freedom and the sight of the world had if possible brightened and invigorated her。 Her costume and bearing were subtly touched by the romance of the Adriatic。 There was a flavour of the pirate in the cloak about her shoulders and the light knitted cap of scarlet she had stuck upon her head。 She surveyed his preoccupation for a moment； glanced forward； and then covered his eyes with her hands。 In almost the same movement she had bent down and nipped the tip of his ear between her teeth。 〃Confound you； Amanda！〃 〃You'd forgotten my existence； you star…gazing Cheetah。 And then； you see； these things happen to you！〃 〃I was thinking。〃 〃WellDON'T。 。 。 。 I distrust your thinking。 This coast is wilder and grimmer than yesterday。 It's glorious。 。 。 。〃 She sat down on the chair he unfolded for her。 〃Is there nothing to eat？〃 she asked abruptly。 〃It is too early。〃
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〃This coast is magnificent；〃 she said presently。 〃It's hideous；〃 he answered。 〃It's as ugly as a heap of slag。〃 〃It's nature at its wildest。〃 〃That's Amanda at her wildest。〃 〃Well； isn't it？〃 〃No！ This land isn't nature。 It's waste。 Not wilderness。 It's the other end。 Those hills were covered with forests； this was a busy civilized coast just a little thousand years ago。 The Venetians wasted it。 They cut down the forests； they filled the cities with a mixed mud of population； THAT stuff。 Look at it〃！he indicated the sleepers forward by a movement of his head。 〃I suppose they WERE rather feeble people；〃 said Amanda。 〃Who？〃 〃The Venetians。〃 〃They were tradersand nothing more。 Just as we are。 And when they were rich they got splendid clothes and feasted and rested。 Much as we do。〃 Amanda surveyed him。 〃We don't rest。〃 〃We idle。〃 〃We are seeing things。〃 〃Don't be a humbug； Amanda。 We are making love。 Just as they did。 And it has beenripping。 In Salona they made love tremendously。 They did nothing else until the barbarians came over the mountains。 。 。 。〃 〃Well；〃 said Amanda virtuously； 〃we will do something else。〃 He made no answer and her expression became profoundly thoughtful。 Of course this wandering must end。 He had been growing impatient for some time。 But it was difficult； she perceived； to decide just what to do with him。 。 。 。 Benham picked up the thread of his musing。 He was seeing more and more clearly that all civilization was an effort； and so far always an inadequate and very partially successful effort。 Always it had been aristocratic； aristocratic in the sense that it was the work of minorities； who took power； who had a common resolution against the inertia； the indifference； the insubordination and instinctive hostility of the mass of mankind。 And always the set…backs； the disasters of civilization； had been failures of the aristocratic spirit。 Why had the Roman purpose faltered and shrivelled？ Every order； every brotherhood； every organization carried with it the seeds of its own destruction。 Must the idea of statecraft and rule perpetually reappear； reclothe itself in new forms； age； die； even as life doesmaking each time its almost infinitesimal addition to human achievement？ Now the world is crying aloud for a renascence of the spirit that orders and controls。 Human affairs sway at a dizzy height of opportunity。 Will they keep their footing there； or stagger？ We have got back at last to a time as big with opportunity as the early empire。 Given only the will in men and it would be possible now to turn the dazzling accidents of science； the chancy attainments of the nineteenth century； into a sane and permanent possession； a new starting point。 。 。 。 What a magnificence might be made of life！ He was aroused by Amanda‘s voice。 〃When we go back to London； old Cheetah；〃 she said； 〃we must take a house。〃 For some moments he stared at her； trying to get back to their point of divergence。 〃Why？〃 he asked at length。 〃We must have a house；〃 she said。 He looked at her face。 Her expression was profoundly thoughtful； her eyes were fixed on the slumbering ships poised upon the transparent water under the mountain shadows。 〃You see；〃 she thought it out； 〃you've got to TELL in London。 You can't just sneak back there。 You've got to strike a note of your own。 With all these things of yours。〃 〃But how？〃 〃There's a sort of little house； I used to see them when I was a girl and my father lived in London； about Brook Street and that part。 Not too far north。 。 。 。 You see going back to London for us is just another adventure。 We've got to capture London。 We've got to scale it。 We've got advantages of all sorts。 But at present we're outside。 We've got to march in。〃 Her clear hazel eyes contemplated conflicts and triumphs。 She was roused by Benham s voice。 〃What the deuce are you
