It's no small job for all of us. There must be
lifetimes of building up and lifetimes of pulling down and trying
again. Hope and disappointments and much need for philosophy. . . .
I see myself now for the little workman I am upon this tremendous
undertaking. And all my life hereafter goes to serve it. . . ."
He turned his sombre eyes upon his friend. He spoke with a grim
enthusiasm. "I'm a prig. I'm a fanatic, White. But I have
something clear, something better worth going on with than any
adventure of personal relationship could possibly be. . . ."
And suddenly he began to tell White as plainly as he could of the
faith that had grown up in his mind. He spoke with a touch of
defiance, with the tense force of a man who shrinks but overcomes
his shame. "I will tell you what I believe."
He told of his early dread of fear and baseness, and of the slow
development, expansion and complication of his idea of self-respect
until he saw that there is no honour nor pride for a man until he
refers his life to ends and purposes beyond himself.
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