Prev | Current Page 707 | Next

Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"I am young and you are old," he said. "And that is all the matter.
You hate me, not because you think I am wicked and might do the
Signorina harm, but because I am young. You try to keep the Signorina
from me because I am young. You do not dare to let her know what youth
is, really, really to know, really, really to feel. Because, if once
she did know, if once she did feel, if she touched the fire"--he
struck his hand down on his breast--"she would be carried away, she
would be gone from you forever. You think, 'Now she looks up to me!
She reverences me! She admires me! She worships me as a great man!'
And if once, only once she touched the fire--ah!"--he flung out both
his arms with a wide gesture, opened his mouth, then shut it, showing
his teeth like an animal.--"Away would go everything--everything. She
would forget your talent, she would forget your fame, she would forget
your thoughts, your books, she would forget you, do you hear?--all,
all of you. She would remember only that you are old and she is young,
and that, because of that, she is not for you.


Pages:
695 696 697 698 699 700 701 702 703 704 705 706 707 708 709 710 711 712 713 714 715 716 717 718 719