Man and Superman · Act I (2/2) (4/6)

| Ramsden | Choking. I⁠—I⁠—I⁠— | | Tanner | Guilt itself could not stammer more confusedly. And yet you know perfectly well he’s innocent, Tavy. | | Ramsden | Exhausted. I am glad you admit that, sir. I admit, myself, that there is an element of truth in what you say, grossly as you may distort it to gratify your malicious humor. I hope, Octavius, no suspicion of me is possible in your mind. | | Octavius | Of you! No, not for a moment. | | Tanner | Drily. I think he suspects me just a little. | | Octavius | Jack: you couldn’t⁠—you wouldn’t⁠— | | Tanner | Why not? | | Octavius | Appalled. Why not! | | Tanner | Oh, well, I’ll tell you why not. First, you would feel bound to quarrel with me. Second, Violet doesn’t like me. Third, if I had the honor of being the father of Violet’s child, I should boast of it instead of denying it. So be easy: our friendship is not in danger. | | Octavius | I should have put away the suspicion with horror if only you would think and feel naturally about it. I beg your pardon. | | Tanner | My pardon! nonsense! And now let’s sit down and have a family council. He sits down. The rest follow his example, more or less under protest. Violet is going to do the state a service; consequently she must be packed abroad like a criminal until it’s over. What’s happening upstairs? | | Ann | Violet is in the housekeeper’s room⁠—by herself, of course. | | Tanner | Why not in the drawing room? | | Ann | Don’t be absurd, Jack. Miss Ramsden is in the drawing room with my mother, considering what to do. | | Tanner | Oh! The housekeeper’s room is the penitentiary, I suppose; and the prisoner is waiting to be brought before her judges. The old cats! | | Ann | Oh, Jack! | | Ramsden | You are at present a guest beneath the roof of one of the old cats, sir. My sister is the mistress of this house. | | Tanner | She would put me in the housekeeper’s room, too, if she dared, Ramsden. However, I withdraw cats. Cats would have more sense. Ann: as your guardian, I order you to go to Violet at once and be particularly kind to her. | | Ann | I have seen her, Jack. And I am sorry to say I am afraid she is going to be rather obstinate about going abroad. I think Tavy ought to speak to her about it. | | Octavius | How can I speak to her about such a thing? He breaks down. | | Ann | Don’t break down, Ricky. Try to bear it for all our sakes. | | Ramsden | Life is not all plays and poems, Octavius. Come! Face it like a man. | | Tanner | Chafing again. Poor dear brother! Poor dear friends of the family! Poor dear Tabbies and Grimalkins. Poor dear everybody except the woman who is going to risk her life to create another life! Tavy: don’t you be a selfish ass. Away with you and talk to Violet; and bring her down here if she cares to come. Octavius rises. Tell her we’ll stand by her. | | Ramsden | Rising. No, sir⁠— | | Tanner | Rising also and interrupting him. Oh, we understand: it’s against your conscience; but still you’ll do it. | | Octavius | I assure you all, on my word, I never meant to be selfish. It’s so hard to know what to do when one wishes earnestly to do right. | | Tanner | My dear Tavy, your pious English habit of regarding the world as a moral gymnasium built expressly to strengthen your character in, occasionally leads you to think about your own confounded principles when you should be thinking about other people’s necessities. The need of the present hour is a happy mother and a healthy baby. Bend your energies on that; and you will see your way clearly enough. | | | Octavius, much perplexed, goes out. | | Ramsden | Facing Tanner impressively. And morality, sir? What is to become of that? | | Tanner | Meaning a weeping Magdalen and an innocent child branded with her shame. Not in our circle, thank you. Morality can go to its father the devil. | | Ramsden | I thought so, sir. Morality sent to the devil to please our libertines, male and female. That is to be the future of England, is it? | | Tanner | Oh, England will survive your disapproval. Meanwhile, I understand that you agree with me as to the practical course we are to take? | | Ramsden | Not in your spirit sir. Not for your reasons. | | Tanner | You can explain that if anybody calls you to account, here or hereafter. He turns away, and plants himself in front of Mr. Herbert Spencer, at whom he stares gloomily. | | Ann | Rising and coming to Ramsden. Granny: hadn’t you better go up to the drawing room and tell them what we intend to do? | | Ramsden | Looking pointedly at Tanner. I hardly like to leave you alone with this gentleman. Will you not come with me? | | Ann | Miss Ramsden would not like to speak about it before me, Granny. I ought not to be present. | | Ramsden | You are right: I should have thought of that. You are a good girl, Annie. | | | He pats her on the shoulder. She looks up at him with beaming eyes and he goes out, much moved. Having disposed of him, she looks at Tanner. His back being turned to her, she gives a moment’s attention to her personal appearance, then softly goes to him and speaks almost into his ear. | | Ann | Jack: He turns with a start. are you glad that you are my guardian? You don’t mind being made responsible for me, I hope. | | Tanner | The latest addition to your collection of scapegoats, eh? | | Ann | Oh, that stupid old joke of yours about me! Do please drop it. Why do you say things that you know must pain me? I do my best to please you, Jack: I suppose I may tell you so now that you are my guardian. You will make me so unhappy if you refuse to be friends with me. | | Tanner | Studying her as gloomily as he studied the dust. You need not go begging for my regard. How unreal our moral judgments are! You seem to me to have absolutely no conscience⁠—only hypocrisy; and you can’t see the difference⁠—yet there is a sort of fascination about you. I always attend to you, somehow. I should miss you if I lost you. | | Ann | Tranquilly slipping her arm into his and walking about with him. But isn’t that only natural, Jack? We have known each other since we were children. Do you remember? | | Tanner | Abruptly breaking loose. Stop! I remember everything. | | Ann | Oh, I daresay we were often very silly; but⁠— | | Tanner | I won’t have it, Ann. I am no more that schoolboy now than I am the dotard of ninety I shall grow into if I live long enough. It is over: let me forget it. | | Ann | Wasn’t it a happy time? She attempts to take his arm again. | | Tanner | Sit down and behave yourself. He makes her sit down in the chair next the writing table. No doubt it was a happy time for you. You were a good girl and never compromised yourself. And yet the wickedest child that ever was slapped could hardly have had a better time. I can understand the success with which you bullied the other girls: your virtue imposed on them. But tell me this: did you ever know a good boy? | | Ann | Of course. All boys are foolish sometimes; but Tavy was always a really good boy. | | Tanner | Struck by this. Yes: you’re right. For some reason you never tempted Tavy. | | Ann | Tempted! Jack! | | Tanner | Yes, my dear Lady Mephistopheles, tempted. You were insatiably curious as to what a boy might be capable of, and diabolically clever at getting through his guard and surprising his inmost secrets. | | Ann | What nonsense! All because you used to tell me long stories of the wicked things you had done⁠—silly boys tricks! And you call such things inmost secrets: boys’ secrets are just like men’s; and you know what they are! | | Tanner | Obstinately. No I don’t. What are they, pray? | | Ann | Why, the things they tell everybody, of course. | | Tanner | Now I swear I told you things I told no one else. You lured me into a compact by which we were to have no secrets from one another. We were to tell one another everything. I didn’t notice that you never told me anything. | | Ann | You didn’t want to talk about me, Jack. You wanted to talk about yourself. | | Tanner | Ah, true, horribly true. But what a devil of a child you must have been to know that weakness and to play on it for the satisfaction of your own curiosity! I wanted to brag to you, to make myself interesting. And I found myself doing all sorts of mischievous things simply to have something to tell you about. I fought with boys I didn’t hate; I lied about things I might just as well have told the truth about; I stole things I didn’t want; I kissed little girls I didn’t care for. It was all bravado: passionless and therefore unreal. | | Ann | I never told of you, Jack. | | Tanner | No; but if you had wanted to stop me you would have told of me. You wanted me to go on. | | Ann | Flashing out. Oh, that’s not true: it’s not true, Jack. I never wanted you to do those dull, disappointing, brutal, stupid, vulgar things. I always hoped that it would be something really heroic at last. Recovering herself. Excuse me, Jack; but the things you did were never a bit like the things I wanted you to do. They often gave me great uneasiness; but I could not tell on you and get you into trouble. And you were only a boy. I knew you would grow out of them. Perhaps I was wrong. | | Tanner | Sardonically. Do not give way to remorse, Ann. At least nineteen twentieths of the exploits I confessed to you were pure lies. I soon noticed that you didn’t like the true stories. | | Ann | Of course I knew that some of the things couldn’t have happened. But⁠— | | Tanner | You are going to remind me that some of the most disgraceful ones did. | | Ann | Fondly, to his great terror. I don’t want to remind you of anything. But I knew the people they happened to, and heard about them. | | Tanner | Yes; but even the true stories were touched up for telling. A sensitive boy’s humiliations may be very good fun for ordinary thickskinned grownups; but to the boy himself they are so acute, so ignominious, that he cannot confess them⁠—cannot but deny them passionately. However, perhaps it was as well for me that I romanced a bit; for, on the one occasion when I told you the truth, you threatened to tell of me. | | Ann | Oh, never. Never once. | | Tanner | Yes, you did. Do you remember a dark-eyed girl named Rachel Rosetree? Ann’s brows contract for an instant involuntarily. I got up a love affair with her; and we met one night in the garden and walked about very uncomfortably with our arms round one another, and kissed at parting, and were most conscientiously romantic. If that love affair had gone on, it would have bored me to death; but it didn’t go on; for the next thing that happened was that Rachel cut me because she found out that I had told you. How did she find it out? From you. You went to her and held the guilty secret over her head, leading her a life of abject terror and humiliation by threatening to tell on her. | | Ann | And a very good thing for her, too. It was my duty to stop her misconduct; and she is thankful to me for it now. | | Tanner | Is she? | | Ann | She ought to be, at all events. | | Tanner | It was not your duty to stop my misconduct, I suppose. | | Ann | I did stop it by stopping her. | | Tanner | Are you sure of that? You stopped my telling you about my adventures; but how do you know that you stopped the adventures? | | Ann | Do you mean to say that you went on in the same way with other girls? | | Tanner | No. I had enough of that sort of romantic tomfoolery with Rachel. | | Ann | Unconvinced. Then why did you break off our confidences and become quite strange to me? | | Tanner | Enigmatically. It happened just then that I got something that I wanted to keep all to myself instead of sharing it with you. | | Ann | I am sure I shouldn’t have asked for any of it if you had grudged it. | | Tanner | It wasn’t a box of sweets, Ann. It was something you’d never have let me call my own. | | Ann | Incredulously. What? | | Tanner | My soul. | | Ann | Oh, do be sensible, Jack. You know you’re talking nonsense. | | Tanner | The most solemn earnest, Ann. You didn’t notice at that time that you were getting a soul too. But you were. It was not for nothing that you suddenly found you had a moral duty to chastise and reform Rachel. Up to that time you had traded pretty extensively in being a good child; but you had never set up a sense of duty to others. Well, I set one up too. Up to that time I had played the boy buccaneer with no more conscience than a fox in a poultry farm. But now I began to have scruples, to feel obligations, to find that veracity and honor were no longer goody-goody expressions in the mouths of grown up people, but compelling principles in myself. | | Ann | Quietly. Yes, I suppose you’re right. You were beginning to be a man, and I to be a woman. | | Tanner | Are you sure it was not that we were beginning to be something more? What does the beginning of manhood and womanhood mean in most people’s mouths? You know: it means the beginning of love. But love began long before that for me. Love played its part in the earliest dreams and follies and romances I can remember⁠—may I say the earliest follies and romances we can remember?⁠—though we did not understand it at the time. No: the change that came to me was the birth in me of moral passion; and I declare that according to my experience moral passion is the only real passion. | | Ann | All passions ought to be moral, Jack. | | Tanner | Ought! Do you think that anything is strong enough to impose oughts on a passion except a stronger passion still? | | Ann | Our moral sense controls passion, Jack. Don’t be stupid. | | Tanner | Our moral sense! And is that not a passion? Is the devil to have all the passions as well as all the good times? If it were not a passion⁠—if it were not the mightiest of the passions, all the other passions would sweep it away like a leaf before a hurricane. It is the birth of that passion that turns a child into a man. | | Ann | There are other passions, Jack. Very strong ones. | | Tanner | All the other passions were in me before; but they were idle and aimless⁠—mere childish greedinesses and cruelties, curiosities and fancies, habits and superstitions, grotesque and ridiculous to the mature intelligence. When they suddenly began to shine like newly lit flames it was by no light of their own, but by the radiance of the dawning moral passion. That passion dignified them, gave them conscience and meaning, found them a mob of appetites and organized them into an army of purposes and principles. My soul was born of that passion. | | Ann | I noticed that you got more sense. You were a dreadfully destructive boy before that. | | Tanner | Destructive! Stuff! I was only mischievous. | | Ann | Oh Jack, you were very destructive. You ruined all the young fir trees by chopping off their leaders with a wooden sword. You broke all the cucumber frames with your catapult. You set fire to the common: the police arrested Tavy for it because he ran away when he couldn’t stop you. You⁠— | | Tanner | Pooh! pooh! pooh! these were battles, bombardments, stratagems to save our scalps from the red Indians. You have no imagination, Ann. I am ten times more destructive now than I was then. The moral passion has taken my destructiveness in hand and directed it to moral ends. I have become a reformer, and, like all reformers, an iconoclast. I no longer break cucumber frames and burn gorse bushes: I shatter creeds and demolish idols. | | Ann | Bored. I am afraid I am too feminine to see any sense in destruction. Destruction can only destroy. | | Tanner | Yes. That is why it is so useful. Construction cumbers the ground with institutions made by busybodies. Destruction clears it and gives us breathing space and liberty. | | Ann | It’s no use, Jack. No woman will agree with you there. |