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In those days only very prosperous people had more than such an equipage, and it is to be remarked that every drop of water Parload used had to be carried by an unfortunate servant girl, the "slavey," Parload called her up from the basement to the top of the house and subsequently down again. Already we begin to forget how modern an invention is personal cleanliness.
Nettie's father tried to set me talking; he had a liking for my gift of ready speech, for his own ideas came with difficulty, and it pleased and astonished him to hear me pouring out my views. Indeed, over there I was, I think, even more talkative than with Parload, though to the world at large I was a shy young lout. "You ought to write it out for the newspapers," he used to say.
But I talked myself quite out of touch with all the cogent reasons there were for sticking to my place, and I got home that night irrevocably committed to a spirited not to say a defiant policy with my employer. "I can't stand Rawdon's much longer," I said to Parload by way of a flourish. "There's hard times coming," said Parload. "Next winter." "Sooner.
"I don't know about that altogether," began Parload, slowly. . . . And with that we began one of our interminable conversations, one of those long, wandering, intensely generalizing, diffusely personal talks that will be dear to the hearts of intelligent youths until the world comes to an end. The Change has not abolished that, anyhow.
The interruption came just as I was ripe to discharge my thoughts upon him. "Parload," said I, "very likely I shall have to leave all this. Old Rawdon won't give me a rise in my wages, and after having asked I don't think I can stand going on upon the old terms anymore. See? So I may have to clear out of Clayton for good and all." Section 3
Such interludes seemed in those days a necessary consequence of industrial organization. "You'd better stick to Rawdon's," said Parload. "Ugh," said I, affecting a noble disgust. "There'll be trouble," said Parload. "Who cares?" said I. "Let there be trouble the more the better. This system has got to end, sooner or later.
"If we punish those who would betray us to Kings," said I, with a sorrowful deliberation, "how much the more must we punish those who would give over the State to the pursuit of useless knowledge"; and so with a gloomy satisfaction sent him off to the guillotine. "Ah, Parload! Parload! If only you'd listened to me earlier, Parload. . . ." None the less that quarrel made me extremely unhappy.
It would be an incredible feat of memory for me now to recall all that meandering haze of words, indeed I recall scarcely any of it, though its circumstances and atmosphere stand out, a sharp, clear picture in my mind. I posed after my manner and behaved very foolishly no doubt, a wounded, smarting egotist, and Parload played his part of the philosopher preoccupied with the deeps.
Parload was a quiet youth, and stiff and restrained in all things, while I had that supreme gift for young men and democracies, the gift of copious expression. Parload I diagnosed in my secret heart as a trifle dull; he posed as pregnant quiet, I thought, and was obsessed by the congenial notion of "scientific caution."
That made Parload put down the opera-glass and look at me. "It's a bad time to change just now," he said after a little pause. Rawdon had said as much, in a less agreeable tone. But with Parload I felt always a disposition to the heroic note. "I'm tired," I said, "of humdrum drudgery for other men. One may as well starve one's body out of a place as to starve one's soul in one."
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