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the new machiavelli-第17章

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Our talk ranged widely and yet had certain very definite 

limitations。  We were amazingly free with politics and religion; we 

went to that little meeting…house of William Morris's at Hammersmith 

and worked out the principles of Socialism pretty thoroughly; and we 

got up the Darwinian theory with the help of Britten's medical…

student brother and the galleries of the Natural History Museum in 

Cromwell Road。  Those wonderful cases on the ground floor 

illustrating mimicry; dimorphism and so forth; were new in our 

times; and we went through them with earnest industry and tried over 

our Darwinism in the light of that。  Such topics we did 

exhaustively。  But on the other hand I do not remember any 

discussion whatever of human sex or sexual relationships。  There; in 

spite of intense secret curiosities; our lips were sealed by a 

peculiar shyness。  And I do not believe we ever had occasion either 

of us to use the word 〃love。〃  It was not only that we were 

instinctively shy of the subject; but that we were mightily ashamed 

of the extent of our ignorance and uncertainty in these matters。  We 

evaded them elaborately with an assumption of exhaustive knowledge。



We certainly had no shyness about theology。  We marked the 

emancipation of our spirits from the frightful teachings that had 

oppressed our boyhood; by much indulgence in blasphemous wit。  We 

had a secret literature of irreverent rhymes; and a secret art of 

theological caricature。  Britten's father had delighted his family 

by reading aloud from Dr。 Richard Garnett's TWILIGHT OF THE GODS; 

and Britten conveyed the precious volume to me。  That and the BAB 

BALLADS were the inspiration of some of our earliest lucubrations。



For an imaginative boy the first experience of writing is like a 

tiger's first taste of blood; and our literary flowerings led very 

directly to the revival of the school magazine; which had been 

comatose for some years。  But there we came upon a disappointment。





8



In that revival we associated certain other of the Sixth Form boys; 

and notably one for whom our enterprise was to lay the foundations 

of a career that has ended in the House of Lords; Arthur Cossington; 

now Lord Paddockhurst。  Cossington was at that time a rather heavy; 

rather good…looking boy who was chiefly eminent in cricket; an 

outsider even as we were and preoccupied no doubt; had we been 

sufficiently detached to observe him; with private imaginings very 

much of the same quality and spirit as our own。  He was; we were 

inclined to think; rather a sentimentalist; rather a poseur; he 

affected a concise emphatic styl; played chess very well; betrayed 

a belief in will…power; and earned Britten's secret hostility; 

Britten being a sloven; by the invariable neatness of his collars 

and ties。  He came into our magazine with a vigour that we found 

extremely surprising and unwelcome。



Britten and I had wanted to write。  We had indeed figured our 

project modestly as a manuscript magazine of satirical; liberal and 

brilliant literature by which in some rather inexplicable way the 

vague tumult of ideas that teemed within us was to find form and 

expression; Cossington; it was manifest from the outset; wanted 

neither to write nor writing; but a magazine。  I remember the 

inaugural meeting in Shoesmith major's studywe had had great 

trouble in getting it togetherand how effectually Cossington 

bolted with the proposal。



〃I think we fellows ought to run a magazine;〃 said Cossington。  〃The 

school used to have one。  A school like this ought to have a 

magazine。〃



〃The last one died in '84;〃 said Shoesmith from the hearthrug。  

〃Called the OBSERVER。  Rot rather。〃



〃Bad title;〃 said Cossington。



〃There was a TATLER before that;〃 said Britten; sitting on the 

writing table at the window that was closed to deaden the cries of 

the Lower School at play; and clashing his boots together。



〃We want something suggestive of City Merchants。〃



〃CITY MERCHANDIZE;〃 said Britten。



〃Too fanciful。  What of ARVONIAN?  Richard Arvon was our founder; 

and it seems almost a duty〃



〃They call them all …usians or …onians;〃 said Britten。



〃I like CITY MERCHANDIZE;〃 I said。  〃We could probably find a 

quotation to suggestoh! mixed good things。〃



Cossington regarded me abstractedly。



Don't want to put the accent on the City; do we?〃 said Shoesmith; 

who had a feeling for county families; and Naylor supported him by a 

murmur of approval。



〃We ought to call it the ARVONIAN;〃 decided Cossington; 〃and we 

might very well have underneath; 'With which is incorporated the 

OBSERVER。'  That picks up the old traditions; makes an appeal to old 

boys and all that; and it gives us something to print under the 

title。〃



I still held out for CITY MERCHANDIZE; which had taken my fancy。  

〃Some of the chaps' people won't like it;〃 said Naylor; 〃certain not 

to。  And it sounds Rum。〃



〃Sounds Weird;〃 said a boy who had not hitherto spoken。



〃We aren't going to do anything Queer;〃 said Shoesmith; pointedly 

not looking at Britten。



The question of the title had manifestly gone against us。  〃Oh! HAVE 

it ARVONIAN;〃 I said。



〃And next; what size shall we have?〃 said Cossington。



〃Something like MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINEor LONGMANS'; LONGMANS' is 

better because it has a whole page; not columns。  It makes no end of 

difference to one's effects。〃



〃What effects?〃 asked Shoesmith abruptly。



〃Oh! a pause or a white line or anything。  You've got to write 

closer for a double column。  It's nuggetty。  You can't get a swing 

on your prose。〃  I had discussed this thoroughly with Britten。



〃If the fellows are going to write〃 began Britten。



〃We ought to keep off fine writing;〃 said Shoesmith。  〃It's cheek。  

I vote we don't have any。〃



〃We sha'n't get any;〃 said Cossington; and then as an olive branch 

to me; 〃unless Remington does a bit。  Or Britten。  But it's no good 

making too much space for it。〃



〃We ought to be very careful about the writing;〃 said Shoesmith。   

〃We don't want to give ourselves away。〃



〃I vote we ask old Topham to see us through;〃 said Naylor。



Britten groaned aloud and every one regarded him。  〃Greek epigrams 

on the fellows' names;〃 he said。  〃 Small beer in ancient bottles。  

Let's get a stuffed broody hen to SIT on the magazine。〃



〃We might do worse than a Greek epigram;〃 said Cossington。  〃One in 

each number。  Itit impresses parents and keeps up our classieal 

tradition。  And the masters CAN help。  We don't want to antagonise 

them。  Of coursewe've got to dcpartmentalise。  Writing is only one 

section of the thing。  The ARVONIAN has to stand for the school。  

There's questions of space and questions of expense。  We can't turn 

out a great chunk of printed prose likelike wet cold toast and 

call it a magazine。〃



Britten writhed; appreciating the image。



〃There's to be a section of sports。  YOU must do that。〃



〃I'm not going to do any fine writing;〃 said Shoesmith。



〃What you've got to do is just to list all the chaps and put a note 

to their play:'Naylor minor must pass more。  Football isn't the 

place for extreme individualism。'  'Ammersham shapes well as half…

back。'  Things like that。〃



〃I could do that all right;〃 said Shoesmith; brightening and 

manifestly hecoming pregnant with judgments。



〃One great thing about a magazine of this sort;〃 said Cossington; 

〃is to mention just as many names as you can in each number。  It 

keeps the interest alive。  Chaps will turn it over looking for their 

own little bit。  Then it all lights up for them。〃



〃Do you want any reports of matches?〃 Shoesmith broke from his 

meditation。



〃Rather。  With comments。〃



〃Naylor surpassed himself and negotiated the lemon safely home;〃 

said Shoesmith。



〃Shut it;〃 said Naylor modestly。



〃Exactly;〃 said Cossington。  〃That gives us three features;〃 

touching them off on his fingers; 〃Epigram; Literary Section; 

Sports。  Then we want a section to shove anything into; a joke; a 

notice of anything that's going on。  So on。  Our Note Book。〃



〃Oh; Hell!〃 said Britten; and clashed his boots; to the silent 

disapproval of every one。



〃Then we want an editorial。〃



〃A WHAT?〃 cried Britten; with a note of real terror in his voice。



〃Well; don't we?  Unless we have our Note Book to begin on the front 

page。  It gives a scrappy effect to do that。  We want something 

manly and straightforward and a bit thoughtful; about Patriotism; 

say; or ESPRIT DE CORPS; or After…Life。〃



I looked at Britten。  Hitherto we had not considered Cossington 

mattered very much in the world。



He went over us as a motor…car goes over a dog。  There was a sort of 

energy about him; a new sort of energy to us; we had never realised 

that anything of the sort existed in the world。  We were hopelessly 
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