Imagine what it means in washing! I dare most things....But as it is, they stand a lot of hardship here.""There's something of the miser in both these people," said Esmeer, and the thing was perfectly true.For, after all, the miser is nothing more than a man who either through want of imagination or want of suggestion misapplies to a base use a natural power of concentration upon one end.The concentration itself is neither good nor evil, but a power that can be used in either way.And the Baileys gathered and reinvested usuriously not money, but knowledge of the utmost value in human affairs.They produced an effect of having found themselves--completely.One envied them at times extraordinarily.I was attracted, I was dazzled--and at the same time there was something about Bailey's big wrinkled forehead, his lisping broad mouth, the gestures of his hands and an uncivil preoccupation I could not endure....
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Their effect upon me was from the outset very considerable.
Both of them found occasion on that first visit of mine to talk to me about my published writings and particularly about my then just published book THE NEW RULER, which had interested them very much.
It fell in indeed so closely with their own way of thinking that Idoubt if they ever understood how independently I had arrived at my conclusions.It was their weakness to claim excessively.That irritation, however, came later.We discovered each other immensely; for a time it produced a tremendous sense of kindred and cooperation.
Altiora, I remember, maintained that there existed a great army of such constructive-minded people as ourselves--as yet undiscovered by one another.
"It's like boring a tunnel through a mountain," said Oscar, "and presently hearing the tapping of the workers from the other end.""If you didn't know of them beforehand," I said, "it might be a rather badly joined tunnel.""Exactly," said Altiora with a high note, "and that's why we all want to find out each other...."They didn't talk like that on our first encounter, but they urged me to lunch with them next day, and then it was we went into things.Awoman Factory Inspector and the Educational Minister for New Banksland and his wife were also there, but I don't remember they made any contribution to the conversation.The Baileys saw to that.
They kept on at me in an urgent litigious way.
"We have read your book," each began--as though it had been a joint function."And we consider--""Yes," I protested, "I think--"
That was a secondary matter.
"They did not consider," said Altiora, raising her voice and going right over me, that I had allowed sufficiently for the inevitable development of an official administrative class in the modern state.""Nor of its importance," echoed Oscar.
That, they explained in a sort of chorus, was the cardinal idea of their lives, what they were up to, what they stood for."We want to suggest to you," they said--and I found this was a stock opening of theirs--"that from the mere necessities of convenience elected bodies MUST avail themselves more and more of the services of expert officials.We have that very much in mind.The more complicated and technical affairs become, the less confidence will the elected official have in himself.We want to suggest that these expert officials must necessarily develop into a new class and a very powerful class in the community.We want to organise that.It may be THE power of the future.They will necessarily have to have very much of a common training.We consider ourselves as ******* unpaid precursors of such a class."...
The vision they displayed for my consideration as the aim of public-spirited endeavour, seemed like a harder, narrower, more specialised version of the idea of a trained and disciplined state that Willersley and I had worked out in the Alps.They wanted things more organised, more correlated with government and a collective purpose, just as we did, but they saw it not in terms of a growing collective understanding, but in terms of functionaries, legislative change, and methods of administration....
It wasn't clear at first how we differed.The Baileys were very anxious to win me to co-operation, and I was quite prepared at first to identify their distinctive expressions with phrases of my own, and so we came very readily into an alliance that was to last some years, and break at last very painfully.Altiora manifestly liked me, I was soon discussing with her the perplexity I found in placing myself efficiently in the world, the problem of how to take hold of things that occupied my thoughts, and she was sketching out careers for my consideration, very much as an architect on his first visit sketches houses, considers requirements, and puts before you this example and that of the more or less similar thing already done....
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It is easy to see how much in common there was between the Baileys and me, and how natural it was that I should become a constant visitor at their house and an ally of theirs in many enterprises.
It is not nearly so easy to define the profound antagonism of spirit that also held between us.There was a difference in texture, a difference in quality.How can I express it? The shapes of our thoughts were the same, but the substance quite different.It was as if they had made in china or cast iron what I had made in transparent living matter.(The comparison is manifestly from my point of view.) Certain things never seemed to show through their ideas that were visible, refracted perhaps and distorted, but visible always through mine.
