the secret places of the heart-第3章

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trusting　all　our　lives！　。　。　。　One　after　another　they　fail　us。　We　are　stripped。　。　。　。　We　have　to　begin　all　over　again。　。　。　。　I'm　fifty…seven　and　I　feel　at　times　nowadays　like　a　chicken　new　hatched　in　a　thunderstorm。〃　The　doctor　walked　towards　the　bookcase　and　turned。　〃Everybody　is　like　that。。。it　isn'twhat　are　you　going　to　do？　It　isn'twhat　am　I　going　to　do？　It'swhat　are　we　all　going　to　do！　。　。　Lord！　How　safe　and　established　everything　was　in　1910；　say。　We　talked　of　this　great　war　that　was　coming；　but　nobody　thought　it　would　come。　We　had　been　born　in　peace；　comparatively　speaking；　we　had　been　brought　up　in　peace。　There　was　talk　of　wars。　There　were　warslittle　warsthat　altered　nothing　material。　。　。　。　Consols　used　to　be　at　112　and　you　fed　your　household　on　ten　shillings　a　head　a　week。　You　could　run　over　all　Europe；　barring　Turkey　and　Russia；　without　even　a　passport。　You　could　get　to　Italy　in　a　day。　Never　were　life　and　comfort　so　safefor　respectable　people。　And　we　WERE　respectable　people。　。　。　。　That　was　the　world　that　made　us　what　we　are。　That　was　the　sheltering　and　friendly　greenhouse　in　which　we　grew。　We　fitted　our　minds　to　that。　。　。　。　And　here　we　are　with　the　greenhouse　falling　in　upon　us　lump　by　lump；　smash　and　clatter；　the　wild　winds　of　heaven　tearing　in　through　the　gaps。〃　Upstairs　on　Dr。　Martineau's　desk　lay　the　typescript　of　the　opening　chapters　of　a　book　that　was　intended　to　make　a　great　splash　in　the　world；　his　PSYCHOLOGY　OF　A　NEW　AGE。　He　had　his　metaphors　ready。　〃We　said：　'This　system　will　always　go　on。　We　needn't　bother　about　it。'　We　just　planned　our　lives　accordingly。　It　was　like　a　bird　building　its　nest　of　frozen　snakes。　My　father　left　me　a　decent　independence。　I　developed　my　position；　I　have　lived　between　here　and　the　hospital；　doing　good　work；　enormously　interested；　prosperous；　mildly　distinguished。　I　had　been　born　and　brought　up　on　the　good　ship　Civilization。　I　assumed　that　someone　else　was　steering　the　ship　all　right。　I　never　knew；　I　never　enquired。〃　〃Nor　did　I〃　said　Sir　Richmond；　〃but〃　〃And　nobody　was　steering　the　ship；〃　the　doctor　went　on。　〃Nobody　had　ever　steered　the　ship。　It　was　adrift。〃　〃I　realized　that。　I〃　〃It　is　a　new　realization。　Always　hitherto　men　have　lived　by　faithas　children　do；　as　the　animals　do。　At　the　back　of　the　healthy　mind；　human　or　animal；　has　been　this　persuasion：　'This　is　all　right。　This　will　go　on。　If　I　keep　the　rule；　if　I　do　so　and　so；　all　will　be　well。　I　need　not　trouble　further；　things　are　cared　for。'〃　〃If　we　could　go　on　like　that！〃　said　Sir　Richmond。　〃We　can't。　That　faith　is　dead。　The　warand　the　peacehave　killed　it。〃　The　doctor's　round　face　became　speculative。　His　resemblance　to　the　full　moon　increased。　He　seemed　to　gaze　at　remote　things。　〃It　may　very　well　be　that　man　is　no　more　capable　of　living　out　of　that　atmosphere　of　assurance　than　a　tadpole　is　of　living　out　of　water。　His　mental　existence　may　be　conditional　on　that。　Deprived　of　it　he　may　become　incapable　of　sustained　social　life。　He　may　become　frantically　self…　seekingincoherent　。　。　。　a　stampede。　。　。　。　Human　sanity　mayDISPERSE。　〃That's　our　trouble；〃　the　doctor　completed。　〃Our　fundamental　trouble。　All　our　confidences　and　our　accustomed　adaptations　are　destroyed。　We　fit　together　no　longer。　We　areloose。　We　don't　know　where　we　are　nor　what　to　do。　The　psychology　of　the　former　time　fails　to　give　safe　responses；　and　the　psychology　of　the　New　Age　has　still　to　develop。〃　Section　4　〃That　is　all　very　well；〃　said　Sir　Richmond　in　the　resolute　voice　of　one　who　will　be　pent　no　longer。　〃That　is　all　very　well　as　far　as　it　goes。　But　it　does　not　cover　my　case。　I　am　not　suffering　from　inadaptation。　I　HAVE　adapted。　I　have　thought　things　out。　I　thinkmuch　as　you　do。　Much　as　you　do。　So　it's　not　that。　But　。　。　。　Mind　you；　I　am　perfectly　clear　where　I　am。　Where　we　are。　What　is　happening　to　us　all　is　the　breakup　of　the　entire　system。　Agreed！　We　have　to　make　another　system　or　perish　amidst　the　wreckage。　I　see　that　clearly。　Science　and　plan　have　to　replace　custom　and　tradition　in　human　affairs。　Soon。　Very　soon。　Granted。　Granted。　We　used　to　say　all　that。　Even　before　the　war。　Now　we　mean　it。　We've　muddled　about　in　the　old　ways　overlong。　Some　new　sort　of　world；　planned　and　scientific；　has　to　be　got　going。　Civilization　renewed。　Rebuilding　civilizationwhile　the　premises　are　still　occupied　and　busy。　It's　an　immense　enterprise；　but　it　is　the　only　thing　to　be　done。　In　some　ways　it's　an　enormously　attractive　enterprise。　Inspiring。　It　grips　my　imagination。　I　think　of　the　other　men　who　must　be　at　work。　Working　as　I　do　rather　in　the　dark　as　yet。　With　whom　I　shall　presently　join　up。　。　。　The　attempt　may　fail；　all　things　human　may　fail；　but　on　the　other　hand　it　may　succeed。　I　never　had　such　faith　in　anything　as　I　have　in　the　rightness　of　the　work　I　am　doing　now。　I　begin　at　that。　But　here　is　where　my　difficulty　comes　in。　The　top　of　my　brain；　my　innermost　self　says　all　that　I　have　been　saying；　but　　The　rest　of　me　won't　follow。　The　rest　of　me　refuses　to　attend；　forgets；　straggles；　misbehaves。〃　〃Exactly。〃　The　word　irritated　Sir　Richmond。　〃Not　'exactly'　at　all。　'Amazingly；'　if　you　like。　。　。　。　I　have　this　unlimited　faith　in　our　present　tremendous　necessityfor　workfor　devotion；　I　believe　my　share；　the　work　I　am　doing；　is　essential　to　the　whole　thingand　I　work　sluggishly。　I　work　reluctantly。　I　work　damnably。〃　〃Exact〃　The　doctor　checked　himself　。　〃All　that　is　explicable。　Indeed　it　is。　Listen　for　a　moment　to　me！　Consider　what　you　are。　Consider　what　we　are。　Consider　what　a　man　is　before　you　marvel　at　his　ineptitudes　of　will。　Face　the　accepted　facts。　Here　is　a　creature　not　ten　thousand　generations　from　the　ape；　his　ancestor。　Not　ten　thousand。　And　that　ape　again；　not　a　score　of　thousands　from　the　monkey；　his　forebear。　A　man's　body；　his　bodily　powers；　are　just　the　body　and　powers　of　an　ape；　a　little　improved；　a　little　adapted　to　novel　needs。　That　brings　me　to　my　point。　CAN　HIS　MIND　AND　WILL　BE　ANYTHING　BETTER？　For　a　few　generations；　a　few　hundreds　at　most；　knowledge　and　wide　thought　have　flared　out　on　the　darknesses　of　life。　。　。　。　But　the　substance　of　man　is　ape　still。　He　may　carry　a　light　in　his　brain；　but　his　instincts　move　in　the　darkness。　Out　of　that　darkness　he　draws　his　motives。〃　〃Or　fails　to　draw　them；〃　said　Sir　Richmond。　〃Or　fails。　。　。　。　And　that　is　where　these　new　methods　of　treatment　come　in。　We　explore　that　failure。　Together。　What　the　psychoanalyst　does…and　I　will　confess　that　I　owe　much　to　the　psychoanalystwhat　he　does　is　to　direct　thwarted；　disappointed　and　perplexed　people　to　the　realities　of　their　own　nature。　Which　they　have　been　accustomed　to　ignore　and　forget。　They　come　to　us　with　high　ambitions　or　lovely　illusions　about　themselves；　torn；　shredded；　spoilt。　They　are　morally　denuded。　Dreams　they　hate　pursue　them；　abhorrent　desires　draw　them；　they　are　the　prey　of　irresistible　yet　uncongenial　impulses；　they　succumb　to　black　despairs。　The　first　thing　we　ask　them　is　this：　'What　else　could　you　expect？'〃　〃What　else　could　I　expect？〃　Sir　Richmond　repeated；　looking　down　on　him。　〃H'm！〃　〃The　wonder　is　not　that　you　are　sluggish；　reluctantly　unselfish；　inattentive；　spasmodic。　The　wonder　is　that　you　are　ever　anything　else。　。　。　。　Do　you　realize　that　a　few　million　generations　ago；　everything　that　st