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- 0:01Speaker 1: Chapter forty five of The Centaur by Algnon Blackwood. This
- 0:06Speaker 1: livery box recording is in the public domain. Read by
- 0:09Speaker 1: yoganand The Centaur, chapter forty five, and here the crowded,
- 0:15Speaker 1: muddled note books come to an end. The rest was
- 0:18Speaker 1: action and inevitable disaster. The brief history of O'Malley's mad
- 0:23Speaker 1: campaign may be imagined. To writer who found interest in
- 0:27Speaker 1: the study of fallen hopes and their leaders, a detailed
- 0:30Speaker 1: record of this particular one might seem worth while. For
- 0:33Speaker 1: me personally, it is too sad and too pathetic. I
- 0:36Speaker 1: cannot bring myself to tell, much less to analyze the
- 0:39Speaker 1: story of a broken heart, when the heart and story
- 0:42Speaker 1: are those of a close and deeply admired intimate, a
- 0:45Speaker 1: man who gave me genuine love and held my own. Besides,
- 0:49Speaker 1: although a curious chapter in uncommon human nature, it is not,
- 0:52Speaker 1: by any means a new one. It's a true story
- 0:55Speaker 1: of many a poet and dreamer since the world began,
- 0:58Speaker 1: though perhaps not often nor even guessed. And only the
- 1:02Speaker 1: poets themselves, especially the little poets, who cannot utter half
- 1:06Speaker 1: the fire that consumes them, may know the searing pain
- 1:09Speaker 1: and passion, and the true inwardness of it all. Most
- 1:13Speaker 1: of those months it chanced I was away and only
- 1:15Speaker 1: fragments of the foolish enterprise could reach me. But nothing
- 1:18Speaker 1: I think I could have stopped him, nor any very
- 1:21Speaker 1: selfish wisdom made him even pause. The thing possessed him utterly.
- 1:26Speaker 1: It had to flame its way out as best it could,
- 1:29Speaker 1: to high and low. He preached, by every means in
- 1:32Speaker 1: his power, the simple life. He preached the mystical life,
- 1:35Speaker 1: as well, that the true knowledge and the true progress
- 1:39Speaker 1: of within, that they both pertained to the inner being
- 1:42Speaker 1: and have no chief concern with external things. He preached
- 1:45Speaker 1: it wildly, lopsidedly, in or out of season, knowing no
- 1:50Speaker 1: half meashious. His enthusiasm obscured a sense of proportion, and
- 1:54Speaker 1: the extravagance hid the germ of truth that undeniably lay
- 1:58Speaker 1: in his message to put the movement on its feet.
- 2:01Speaker 1: At first he realized every possession that he had. It
- 2:05Speaker 1: left him penniless, if he was not almost so already,
- 2:08Speaker 1: And in the end it left him smallthered beneath the
- 2:11Speaker 1: glory of his blinding and unutterable dream. He never understood
- 2:15Speaker 1: that suggestion is more effective than a sledge hammer. His
- 2:18Speaker 1: Faith was no mere little seed of mustard, but a
- 2:21Speaker 1: full fledged for us, singing its message in a wind
- 2:24Speaker 1: of thunder, he shouted it aloud to the world. I
- 2:28Speaker 1: think the acid disappointment that lies beneath that trite old
- 2:31Speaker 1: phrase a broken heart, was never really his. For indeed,
- 2:34Speaker 1: it seemed that his cruel, ludicrous failure merely served to
- 2:37Speaker 1: strengthen hope and purpose by making him seek for a
- 2:40Speaker 1: better method of imparting what he had to say. In
- 2:43Speaker 1: the end, he learned the bitter lesson to the full.
- 2:47Speaker 1: But faith never trailed a single feather, Those cheering audiences
- 2:51Speaker 1: in the park, those empty benches in many a public hall,
- 2:54Speaker 1: those brief, ignoring paragraphs in the few newspapers that filled
- 2:58Speaker 1: the vacant corner by labeling him a rank and long
- 3:00Speaker 1: haird profit. Even the silence that greeted his pamphlets, his
- 3:04Speaker 1: letter to the press, and all the rest hurt him
- 3:07Speaker 1: for others rather than for himself. His pain was altruistic
- 3:10Speaker 1: and never personal. Histreme and motive. His huge, unwieldy compassion,
- 3:16Speaker 1: his genuine love for humanity, all were big enough for that.
- 3:20Speaker 1: And so I think he missed the personal mortification that
- 3:23Speaker 1: disappointment so deep might bring to dreamers. With an aim less,
- 3:26Speaker 1: unalteratedly pure, his eyes were single. To the end, he
- 3:31Speaker 1: attributed whally the highest motives to all who suffered health.
- 3:35Speaker 1: The very quacks and fools who flocked his banner, eager
- 3:38Speaker 1: to exploit their smaller facts by joining them to his own,
- 3:41Speaker 1: he welcomed, while he regretting that, as Tall had warned him,
- 3:45Speaker 1: he could not attract a better class of mind. He
- 3:48Speaker 1: did not even see through the maneuvers of the occasional
- 3:50Speaker 1: women of wealth and title who sought to conceal their
- 3:53Speaker 1: own mediocrity by advertising in their drawing rooms the eccentricities
- 3:57Speaker 1: of men like himself. And to the end he had
- 4:00Speaker 1: the courage of his glorious convictions. The change of matter
- 4:03Speaker 1: that he learned at last, moreover, was characteristic of this
- 4:06Speaker 1: faith and courage. I've picked at the wrong end, he said.
- 4:10Speaker 1: I shall never reach men through the intellects. Their brains
- 4:13Speaker 1: to day are occupied by machine made gods of civilization.
- 4:16Speaker 1: I cannot change the direction of their thoughts and lusts
- 4:19Speaker 1: from outside. The momentum is too great to stop that way.
- 4:22Speaker 1: I must get at them from within. To reach the hants,
- 4:25Speaker 1: the new ideas must rise up from within. I see
- 4:28Speaker 1: the truer way. I must do it from the other side.
- 4:32Speaker 1: It must come to them in beauty. For he was
- 4:35Speaker 1: to the last convinced that death would mergch him in
- 4:38Speaker 1: the being of the Earth's collective consciousness, and that lost
- 4:41Speaker 1: in a deep, eternal beauty, he thus might reach the
- 4:44Speaker 1: hearts of men in some stray glimpse of nature's loveliness
- 4:48Speaker 1: and register's flaming message. He loved to quote from Adonais.
- 4:54Speaker 1: He is made one with nature, that is heard his
- 4:57Speaker 1: voice in all the music, from the more of thunder
- 5:00Speaker 1: to the song of Knight's sweet bird. He is a
- 5:03Speaker 1: presence to be felt and known in darkness and in light,
- 5:07Speaker 1: from herb and stone, spreading itself whereable that power may move,
- 5:12Speaker 1: which as withdrawn as being to its own his portion
- 5:16Speaker 1: of the loveliness which once he made more lovely, he
- 5:19Speaker 1: death bare his part, while the one spirit's plastic stress
- 5:24Speaker 1: sweeps through the dull, dense world. And this thought, phrased
- 5:28Speaker 1: in a dozen different ways, was always on his lips.
- 5:31Speaker 1: To dream was right and useful, even to dream alone,
- 5:34Speaker 1: because the beauty of the dream must add to the
- 5:36Speaker 1: beauty of the whole of which it is a part,
- 5:38Speaker 1: and an interpretation. It was not really lost or vain.
- 5:42Speaker 1: All must come back in time to feed the world.
- 5:45Speaker 1: He had known gracious thoughts of earth, too big to utter,
- 5:48Speaker 1: almost too big to hold. Such thoughts could not ever
- 5:52Speaker 1: be really told they were incommunicable. For the mystical revolution
- 5:56Speaker 1: is incommunicable. It has authority only for him who feels it.
- 6:00Speaker 1: A corporate revelation is impossible. Only those among men could
- 6:04Speaker 1: know in whose hearts it rose intuitively and made its
- 6:08Speaker 1: presence felt as innate ideas. Inspiration brings it, and beauty
- 6:13Speaker 1: is a vehicle. Their hearts must change before their minds
- 6:16Speaker 1: could be reached. I can work it better from the
- 6:19Speaker 1: other side, from that old old garden, which is the
- 6:22Speaker 1: mother's heart. In this way I can help at any rate.
- 6:26Speaker 1: The end of Chapter forty five