But, indeed, it had been written in a rather
amateurishly stoked corridor-train on Benham's journey to the
gathering revolt in Moscow. . . .
"I think I have been disposed to underrate the force of sexual
jealousy. . . . I thought it was something essentially
contemptible, something that one dismissed and put behind oneself in
the mere effort to be aristocratic, but I begin to realize that it
is not quite so easily settled with. . . .
"One likes to know. . . . Possibly one wants to know too
much. . . . In phases of fatigue, and particularly in phases of
sleeplessness, when one is leaving all that one cares for behind, it
becomes an irrational torment. . . .
"And it is not only in oneself that I am astonished by the power of
this base motive. I see, too, in the queer business of Prothero how
strongly jealousy, how strongly the sense of proprietorship, weighs
with a man. . . .
"There is no clear reason why one should insist upon another human
being being one's ownest own--utterly one's own. . . .
"There is, of course, no clear reason for most human motives.
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