Manchurian Books

But what else was I to do? I wondered if my case was
the case of many men, whether in former ages, too, men had been so
guideless, so uncharted, so haphazard in their journey into life. In the
Middle Ages, in the old Catholic days, one went to a priest, and he said
with all the finality of natural law, this you are and this you must do.
I wondered whether even in the Middle Ages I should have accepted that
ruling without question.
I remember too very distinctly how Effie came and sat beside me on a
little box: that was before the casement window of our room.
"Gloomkins," said she.
I smiled and remained head on hand, looking out of the window forgetful
of her.
"Did you love your wife so well?" she whispered softly.
"Oh!" I cried, recalled again; "I don't know. I don't understand these
things. Life is a thing that hurts, my dear! It hurts without logic or
reason. I've blundered! I didn't understand. Anyhow--there is no need to
go hurting you, is there?"
And I turned about and drew her to me, and kissed her ear....
Yes, I had a very bad time--I still recall.


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