Tono-Bungay - H. G. Wells (my reading book txt) š
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āLord! thereās no end of thingsā āno end of little things. Dill-waterā āall the suffering babes yowling for it. Eucalyptus againā ācascaraā āwitch hazelā āmentholā āall the toothache things. Then thereās antiseptics, and curare, cocaine.ā āā ā¦ā
āRather a nuisance to the doctors,ā I reflected.
āThey got to look out for themselves. By Jove, yes. Theyāll do you if they can, and you do them. Like brigands. That makes it romantic. Thatās the Romance of Commerce, George. Youāre in the mountains there! Think of having all the quinine in the world, and some millionaireās pampered wife gone ill with malaria, eh? Thatās a squeeze, George, eh? Eh? Millionaire on his motor car outside, offering you any price you liked. That āud wake up Wimblehurst.ā āā ā¦ Lord! You havenāt an idea down here. Not an idea. Zzzz.ā
He passed into a rapt dream, from which escaped such fragments as: āFifty percent advance sir; securityā ātomorrow. Zzzz.ā
The idea of cornering a drug struck upon my mind then as a sort of irresponsible monkey trick that no one would ever be permitted to do in reality. It was the sort of nonsense one would talk to make Ewart laugh and set him going on to still odder possibilities. I thought it was part of my uncleās way of talking. But Iāve learnt differently since. The whole trend of modern moneymaking is to foresee something that will presently be needed and put it out of reach, and then to haggle yourself wealthy. You buy up land upon which people will presently want to build houses, you secure rights that will bar vitally important developments, and so on, and so on. Of course the naive intelligence of a boy does not grasp the subtler developments of human inadequacy. He begins life with a disposition to believe in the wisdom of grown-up people, he does not realise how casual and disingenuous has been the development of law and custom, and he thinks that somewhere in the state there is a power as irresistible as a head masterās to check mischievous and foolish enterprises of every sort. I will confess that when my uncle talked of cornering quinine, I had a clear impression that anyone who contrived to do that would pretty certainly go to jail. Now I know that anyone who could really bring it off would be much more likely to go to the House of Lords!
My uncle ranged over the gilt labels of his bottles and drawers for a while, dreaming of corners in this and that. But at last he reverted to Wimblehurst again.
āYou got to be in London when these things are in hand. Down hereā ā!
āJee-rusalem!ā he cried. āWhy did I plant myself here? Everythingās done. The gameās over. Hereās Lord Eastry, and heās got everything, except what his lawyers get, and before you get any more change this way youāll have to dynamite himā āand them. He doesnāt want anything more to happen. Why should he? Any change āud be a loss to him. He wants everything to burble along and burble along and go on as itās going for the next ten thousand years, Eastry after Eastry, one parson down another come, one grocer dead, get another! Anyone with any ideas better go away. They have gone away! Look at all these blessed people in this place! Look at āem! All fast asleep, doing their business out of habitā āin a sort of dream, Stuffed men would do just as wellā ājust. Theyāve all shook down into their places. They donāt want anything to happen either. Theyāre all broken in. There you are! Only what are they all alive for?ā āā ā¦
āWhy canāt they get a clockwork chemist?ā
He concluded as he often concluded these talks. āI must invent somethingā āthatās about what I must do. Zzzz. Some convenience. Something people want.ā āā ā¦ Strike out.ā āā ā¦ You canāt think, George, of anything everybody wants and hasnāt got? I mean something you could turn out retail under a shilling, say? Well, you think, whenever you havenāt got anything better to do. See?ā
IISo I remember my uncle in that first phase, young, but already a little fat, restless, fretful, garrulous, putting in my fermenting head all sorts of discrepant ideas. Certainly he was educational.ā āā ā¦
For me the years at Wimblehurst were years of pretty active growth. Most of my leisure and much of my time in the shop I spent in study. I speedily mastered the modicum of Latin necessary for my qualifying examinations, andā āa little assisted by the Government Science and Art Department classes that were held in the Grammar Schoolā āwent on with my mathematics. There were classes in physics, in chemistry, in mathematics and machine drawing, and I took up these subjects with considerable avidity. Exercise I got chiefly in the form of walks. There was some cricket in the summer and football in the winter sustained by young menās clubs that levied a parasitic blackmail of the big people and the sitting member, but I was never very keen at these games. I didnāt find any very close companions among the youths of Wimblehurst. They struck me, after my cockney schoolmates, as loutish and slow, servile and furtive, spiteful and mean. We used to swagger, but these countrymen dragged their feet and hated an equal who didnāt; we talked loud, but you only got the real thoughts of Wimblehurst in a knowing undertone behind its hand. And even then they werenāt much in the way of thoughts.
No, I didnāt like those young countrymen, and Iām no believer in the English countryside under the Bladesover system as a breeding ground
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