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The Secret Places of the Heart
by H。 G。 Wells


1922
CONTENTS
Chapter
1。 THE CONSULTATION
2。 LADY HARDY
3。 THE DEPARTURE
4。 AT MAIDENHEAD
5。 IN THE LAND OF THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLES
6。 THE ENCOUNTER AT STONEHENGE
7。 COMPANIONSHIP
8。 FULL MOON
9。 THE LAST DAYS OF SIR RICHMOND HARDY

THE SECRET PLACES OF THE HEART

CHAPTER THE FIRST

Section 1 

The maid was a young woman of great natural calmness; she was accustomed to let in visitors who had this air of being annoyed and finding one umbrella too numerous for them。 It mattered nothing to her that the gentleman was asking for Dr。 Martineau as if he was asking for something with an unpleasant taste。 Almost imperceptibly she relieved him of his umbrella and juggled his hat and coat on to a massive mahogany stand。 〃What name; Sir?〃 she asked; holding open the door of the consulting room。 〃Hardy;〃 said the gentleman; and then yielding it reluctantly with its distasteful three…year…old honour; 〃Sir Richmond Hardy。〃 The door closed softly behind him and he found himself in undivided possession of the large indifferent apartment in which the nervous and mental troubles of the outer world eddied for a time on their way to the distinguished specialist。 A bowl of daffodils; a handsome bookcase containing bound Victorian magazines and antiquated medical works; some paintings of Scotch scenery; three big armchairs; a buhl clock; and a bronze Dancing Faun; by their want of any collective idea enhanced rather than mitigated the promiscuous disregard of the room。 He drifted to the midmost of the three windows and stared out despondently at Harley Street。 For a minute or so he remained as still and limp as an empty jacket on its peg; and then a gust of irritation stirred him。 〃Damned fool I was to come here;〃 he said。。。〃DAMNED fool! 〃Rush out of the place? 。 。 。 〃I've given my name。〃 。 。 。 He heard the door behind him open and for a moment pretended not to hear。 Then he turned round。 〃I don't see what you can do for me;〃 he said。 〃I'm sure _I_ don't;〃 said the doctor。 〃People come here and talk。〃 There was something reassuringly inaggressive about the figure that confronted Sir Richmond。 Dr。 Martineau's height wanted at least three inches of Sir Richmond's five feet eleven; he was humanly plump; his face was round and pink and cheerfully wistful; a little suggestive of the full moon; of what the full moon might be if it could get fresh air and exercise。 Either his tailor had made his trousers too short or he had braced them too high so that he seemed to have grown out of them quite recently。 Sir Richmond had been dreading an encounter with some dominating and mesmeric personality; this amiable presence dispelled his preconceived resistances。 Dr。 Martineau; a little out of breath as though he had been running upstairs; with his hands in his trouser pockets; seemed intent only on disavowals。 〃People come here and talk。 It does them good; and sometimes I am able to offer a suggestion。 〃Talking to someone who understands a little;〃 he expanded the idea。 〃I'm jangling damnably。。。overwork。。 。 。 。〃 〃Not overwork;〃 Dr。 Martineau corrected。 〃Not overwork。 Overwork never hurt anyone。 Fatigue stops that。 A man can workgood straightforward work; without internal resistance; until he drops;and never hurt himself。 You must be working against friction。〃 〃Friction! I'm like a machine without oil。 I'm grinding to death。 。 。 。 And it's so DAMNED important I SHOULDN'T break down。 It's VITALLY important。〃 He stressed his words and reinforced them with a quivering gesture of his upraised clenched hand。 〃My temper's in rags。 I explode at any little thing。 I'm RAW。 I can't work steadily for ten minutes and I can't leave off working。〃 〃Your name;〃 said the doctor; 〃is familiar。 Sir Richmond Hardy? In the papers。 What is it?〃 〃Fuel。〃 〃Of course! The Fuel Commission。 Stupid of me! We certainly can't afford to have you ill。〃 〃I AM ill。 But you can't afford to have me absent from that Commission。〃 〃Your technical knowledge〃 〃Technical knowledge be damned! Those men mean to corner the national fuel supply。 And waste it! For their profits。 That's what I'm up against。 You don't know the job I have to do。 You don't know what a Commission of that sort is。 The moral tangle of it。 You don't know how its possibilities and limitations are canvassed and schemed about; long before a single member is appointed。 Old Cassidy worked the whole thing with the prime minister。 I can see that now as plain as daylight。 I might have seen it at first。 。 。 。 Three experts who'd been got at; they thought _I_'d been got at; two Labour men who'd do anything you wanted them to do provided you called them 'level…headed。' Wagstaffe the socialist art critic who could be trusted to play the fool and make nationalization look silly; and the rest mine owners; railway managers; oil profiteers; financial adventurers。 。 。 。 〃 He was fairly launched。 〃It's the blind folly of it! In the days before the war it was different。 Then there was abundance。 A little grabbing or cornering was all to the good。 All to the good。 It prevented things being used up too fast。 And the world was running by habit; the inertia was tremendous。 You could take all sorts of liberties。 But all this is altered。 We're living in a different world。 The public won't stand things it used to stand。 It's a new public。 It'swild。 It'll smash up the show if they go too far。 Everything short and running shorterfood; fuel; material。 But these people go on。 They go on as though nothing had changed。 。 。 。 Strikes; Russia; nothing will warn them。 There are men on that Commission who would steal the brakes off a mountain railway just before they went down in it。 。 。 。 It's a struggle with suicidal imbeciles。 It's! But I'm talking! I didn't come here to talk Fuel。〃 〃You think there may be a smash…up?〃 〃I lie awake at night; thinking of it。〃 〃A social smash…up。〃 〃Economic。 Social。 Yes。 Don't you?〃 〃A social smash…up seems to me altogether a possibility。 All sorts of people I find think that;〃 said the doctor。 〃All sorts of people lie awake thinking of it。〃 〃I wish some of my damned Committee would!〃 The doctor turned his eyes to the window。 〃I lie awake too;〃 he said and seemed to reflect。 But he was observing his patient acutelywith his ears。 〃But you see how important it is;〃 said Sir Richmond; and left his sentence unfinished。 〃I'll do what I can for you;〃 said the doctor; and considered swiftly what line of talk he had best follow。 Section 2 〃This sense of a coming smash is epidemic;〃 said the doctor。 〃It's at the back of all sorts of mental trouble。 It is a new state of mind。 Before the war it was abnormala phase of neurasthenia。 Now it is almost the normal state with whole classes of intelligent people。 Intelligent; I say。 The others always have been casual and adventurous and always will be。 A loss of confidence in the general background of life。 So that we seem to float over abysses。〃 〃We do;〃 said Sir Richmond。 〃And we have nothing but the old habits and ideas acquired in the days of our assurance。 There is a discord; a jarring。〃 The doctor pursued his train of thought。 〃A new; raw and dreadful sense of responsibility for the universe。 Accompanied by a realization that the job is overwhelmingly too big for us。〃 〃We've got to stand up to the job;〃 said Sir Richmond。 〃Anyhow; what else is there to do? We MAY keep things together。 。 。 。 〃I've got to do my bit。 And if only I could hold myself at it; I could beat those fellows。 But that's where the devil of it comes in。 Never have I been so desirous to work well in my life。 And never have I been so slack and weak…willed and inaccurate。 。。。 Sloppy。 。 。 。 Indolent。 。 。 。 VISCIOUS! 。 。 。 〃 The doctor was about to speak; but Sir Richmond interrupted him。 〃What's got hold of me? What's got hold of me? I used to work well enough。 It's as if my will had come untwisted and was ravelling out into separate strands。 I've lost my unity。 I'm not a man but a mob。 I've got to recover my vigour。 At any cost。〃 Again as the doctor was about to speak the word was taken out of his mouth。 〃And what I think of it; Dr。 Martineau; is this: it's fatigue。 It's mental and moral fatigue。 Too much effort。 On too high a level。 And too austere。 One strains and fags。 FLAGS! 'Flags' I meant to say。 One strains and flags and then the lower stuff in one; the subconscious stuff; takes control。〃 There was a flavour of popularized psychoanalysis about this; and the doctor drew in the corners of his mouth and gave his head a critical slant。 〃M'm。〃 But this only made Sir Richmond raise his voice and quicken his speech。 〃I want;〃 he said; 〃a good tonic。 A pick…me…up; a stimulating harmless drug of some sort。 That's indicated anyhow。 To begin with。 Something to pull me together; as people say。 Bring me up to the scratch again。〃 〃I don't like the use of drugs;〃 said the doctor。 The expectation of Sir Richmond's expression changed to disappointment。 〃But that's not reasonable;〃 he cried。 〃That's not reasonable。 That's superstition。 Call a thing a drug and condemn it! Everything is a drug。 Everything that affects you。 Food stimulates or tranquillizes。 Drink。 Noise is a stimulant and quiet an opiate。 What is life but response to stimulants? Or reaction after them? When I'm exhausted I 
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