Quotes and Images From the Works of John Galsworthy. Galsworthy John

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      Forces regardless of family or class or custom were beating down his guard; impending events over which he had no control threw their shadows on his head. The irritation of one accustomed to have his way was, roused against he knew not what.

      "We are, of course, all of us the slaves of property, and I

      admit that it's a question of degree, but what I call a

      'Forsyte' is a man who is decidedly more than less a slave of property. He knows a good thing, he knows a safe thing, and his grip on property – it doesn't matter whether it be wives, houses, money, or reputation – is his hall-

      mark." – "Ah!" murmured Bosinney. "You should patent the word." – "I should like," said young Jolyon, "to lecture on it: 'Properties and quality of a Forsyte': This little animal, disturbed by the ridicule of his own sort, is unaffected in his motions by the laughter of strange creatures (you or I). Hereditarily disposed to myopia, he recognises only the persons of his own species, amongst which he passes an existence of competitive tranquillity."

      "My people," replied young Jolyon, "are not very extreme, and they have their own private peculiarities, like every other family, but they possess in a remarkable degree those two qualities which are the real tests of a

      Forsyte – the power of never being able to give yourself up to anything soul and body, and the 'sense of property'."

      An unhappy marriage! No ill-treatment – only that indefinable malaise, that terrible blight which killed all sweetness under Heaven; and so from day to day, from night to night, from week to week, from year to year, till death should end it.

      The more I see of people the more I am convinced that they are never good or bad – merely comic, or pathetic. You probably don't agree with me!'

      "Don't touch me!" she cried. He caught her wrist; she wrenched it away. "And where may you have been?" he asked.

      "In heaven – out of this house!" With those words she fled upstairs.

      It seemed to young Jolyon that he could hear her saying:

      "But, darling, it would ruin you!" For he himself had experienced to the full the gnawing fear at the bottom of each woman's heart that she is a drag on the man she loves.

      She had come back like an animal wounded to death, not knowing where to turn, not knowing what she was doing.

      "What do you mean by God?" he said; "there are two irreconcilable ideas of God. There's the Unknowable

      Creative Principle – one believes in That. And there's the Sum of altruism in man naturally one believes in That."

      She was such a decided mortal; knew her own mind so terribly well; wanted things so inexorably until she got them – and then, indeed, often dropped them like a hot potato. Her mother had been like that, whence had come all those tears. Not that his incompatibility with his daughter was anything like what it had been with the first

      Mrs. Young Jolyon. One could be amused where a daughter was concerned; in a wife's case one could not be amused.

      "Thank you for that good lie."

      Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

      Did Nature permit a Forsyte not to make a slave of what he adored? Could beauty be confided to him? Or should she not be just a visitor, coming when she would, possessed for moments which passed, to return only at her own choosing?

      'We are a breed of spoilers!' thought Jolyon, 'close and greedy; the bloom of life is not safe with us. Let her come to me as she will, when she will, not at all if she will not. Let me be just her stand-by, her perching-place;

      never-never her cage!'

      …causing the animal to wake and attack his fleas; for though he was supposed to have none, nothing could persuade him of the fact.

      "It's always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it's going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary."