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They never saw any books, they were altogether beyond his reach; and who was to take the light to them? She told him harrowing tales of sick women, beaten and tortured and burned with fire to drive the devils out of them. Thyrsis met this by attempting to broaden the girl's social consciousness.
"You realized that, did you?" he asked. "I realized many things. Why you set so much store by ideas, for instance! I see that you are right one has to think straight!" "It's like a steam-engine," said Thyrsis. "It doesn't matter how much power you get up, or how fast you make the wheels go unless the switches are set right, you don't reach your destination."
So they might keep a horse and a cow and some chickens; and there might be some outdoor work for Thyrsis to do, instead of trudging aimlessly over the country. They utilized their spare time by getting the old horse and buggy, and inspecting and discussing all the farms within five miles of them; an occupation which put a great strain upon their diverse temperaments.
To create new life, that may be handed down through endless ages!" Thyrsis did not say these things; they were what he wanted to say what he thought that he ought to say. But then he reminded himself that these things were forbidden; these mighty facts of child-birth, of life-creation they might not be spoken about!
A filmy and diaphanous creature was Mrs. Patton also one could never have dreamed of so exquisite a black butterfly. She was very sweet and sympathetic, and told Thyrsis how much she had liked his book so that Thyrsis concluded she was not half so bad as he had expected. After all, she might not have been to blame for the hosiery story it might even have been a lie.
He sent his manuscript to this future star; and a week later came a note, written on scented monogram paper in a tall and distinguished chirography, acknowledging the receipt of his play and promising to read it. Then Thyrsis turned to attack the manuscripts which had been accumulating while he was writing. They were coming more frequently now apparently Mr. Ardsley liked his work.
Thyrsis told himself that he was to blame for this having destroyed her spontaneity in the very beginning But how was he to have known that, understanding as he did no temperament but his own, being powerless to handle any tools but his own?
As for Thyrsis' volume, they had printed it very cheaply it was to be doubted if it had cost them what he had paid them. And they had even published it as a "net price" book thereby taking three cents more off the royalty to which he was entitled! Mr.
But what I don't understand is, why don't you put it into a book?" "Into a book?" echoed Thyrsis, perplexed. "Yes," explained the other "then it won't hurt anybody but yourself. Why should you try to get it into my magazine, and scare away my half-million subscribers?" Section 12.
Thyrsis seldom took human relationships seriously enough to get excited in such arguments; but Corydon, with her intense and personal temperament, made an eager and uncomfortable propagandist. How could anyone fail to see what was so plain to her? And so she would bring books and pamphlets, and lend them about.
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