The Gospel of the Brothers Barnabas: Present Day. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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      FRANKLYN. I have let her alone; and look at the result! Like all the other young people who have been let alone, she becomes a Socialist. That is, she becomes hopelessly demoralized.

      CONRAD. Well, arnt you a Socialist?

      FRANKLYN. Yes; but that is not the same thing. You and I were brought up in the old bourgeois morality. We were taught bourgeois manners and bourgeois points of honor. Bourgeois manners may be snobbish manners: there may be no pleasure in them, as you say; but they are better than no manners. Many bourgeois points of honor may be false; but at least they exist. The women know what to expect and what is expected of them. Savvy doesn't. She is a Bolshevist and nothing else. She has to improvise her manners and her conduct as she goes along. It's often charming, no doubt; but sometimes she puts her foot in it frightfully; and then I feel that she is blaming me for not teaching her better.

      CONRAD. Well, you have something better to teach her now, at all events.

      FRANKLYN. Yes: but it is too late. She doesn't trust me now. She doesn't talk about such things to me. She doesnt read anything I write. She never comes to hear me lecture. I am out of it as far as Savvy is concerned. [He resumes his seat at the writing-table].

      CONRAD. I must have a talk to her.

      FRANKLYN. Perhaps she will listen to you. You are not her father.

      CONRAD. I sent her my last book. I can break the ice by asking her what she made of it.

      FRANKLYN. When she heard you were coming, she asked me whether all the leaves were cut, in case it fell into your hands. She hasnt read a word of it.

      CONRAD [rising indignantly] What!

      FRANKLYN [inexorably] Not a word of it.

      CONRAD [beaten] Well, I suppose it's only natural. Biology is a dry subject for a girl; and I am a pretty dry old codger.[He sits down again resignedly].

      FRANKLYN. Brother: if that is so; if biology as you have worked at it, and religion as I have worked at it, are dry subjects like the old stuff they taught under these names, and we two are dry old codgers, like the old preachers and professors, then the Gospel of the Brothers Barnabas is a delusion. Unless this withered thing religion, and this dry thing science, have come alive in our hands, alive and intensely interesting, we may just as well go out and dig the garden until it is time to dig our graves. [The parlor maid returns. Franklyn is impatient at the interruption]. Well? what is it now?

      THE PARLOR MAID. Mr Joyce Burge on the telephone, sir. He wants to speak to you.

      FRANKLYN [astonished] Mr Joyce Burge!

      THE PARLOR MAID. Yes, sir.

      FRANKLYN [to Conrad] What on earth does this mean? I havnt heard from him nor exchanged a word with him for years. I resigned the chairmanship of the Liberal Association and shook the dust of party politics from my feet before he was Prime Minister in the Coalition. Of course, he dropped me like a hot potato.

      CONRAD. Well, now that the Coalition has chucked him out, and he is only one of the half-dozen leaders of the Opposition, perhaps he wants to pick you up again.

      THE PARLOR MAID [warningly] He is holding the line, sir.

      FRANKLYN. Yes: all right [he hurries out].

       The parlor maid goes to the hearthrug to make up the fire. Conrad rises and strolls to the middle of the room, where he stops and looks quizzically down at her.

      CONRAD. So you have only one life to live, eh?

      THE PARLOR MAID [dropping on her knees in consternation] I meant no offence, sir.

      CONRAD. You didn't give any. But you know you could live a devil of a long life if you really wanted to.

      THE PARLOR MAID [sitting down on her heels] Oh, dont say that, sir. It's so unsettling.

      CONRAD. Why? Have you been thinking about it?

      THE PARLOR MAID. It would never have come into my head if you hadnt put it there, sir. Me and cook had a look at your book.

      CONRAD. What!

      You and cookHad a lookAt my book!

      And my niece wouldn't open it! The prophet is without honor in his own family. Well, what do you think of living for several hundred years? Are you going to have a try for it?

      THE PARLOR MAID. Well, of course youre not in earnest, sir. But it does set one thinking, especially when one is going to be married.

      CONRAD. What has that to do with it? He may live as long as you, you know.

      THE PARLOR MAID. Thats just it, sir. You see, he must take me for better for worse, til death do us part. Do you think he would be so ready to do that, sir, if he thought it might be for several hundred years?

      CONRAD. Thats true. And what about yourself?

      THE PARLOR MAID. Oh, I tell you straight out, sir, I'd never promise to live with the same man as long as that. I wouldnt put up with my own children as long as that. Why, cook figured it out, sir, that when you were only 200, you might marry your own great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson and not even know who he was.

      CONRAD. Well, why not? For all you know, the man you are going to marry may be your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother's great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson.

      THE PARLOR MAID. But do you think it would ever be thought respectable, sir?

      CONRAD. My good girl, all biological necessities have to be made respectable whether we like it or not; so you neednt worry yourself about that.

      Franklyn returns and crosses the room to his chair, but does not sit down. The parlor maid goes out.

      CONRAD. Well, what does Joyce Burge want?

      FRANKLYN. Oh, a silly misunderstanding. I have promised to address a meeting in Middlesborough; and some fool has put it into the papers that I am 'coming to Middlesborough,' without any explanation. Of course, now that we are on the eve of a general election, political people think I am coming there to contest the parliamentary seat. Burge knows that I have a following, and thinks I could get into the House of Commons and head a group there. So he insists on coming to see me. He is staying with some people at Dollis Hill, and can be here in five or ten minutes, he says.

      CONRAD. But didn't you tell him that it's a false alarm?

      FRANKLYN. Of course I did; but he wont believe me.

      CONRAD. Called you a liar, in fact?

      FRANKLYN. No: I wish he had: any sort of plain speaking is better than the nauseous sham good fellowship our democratic public men get up for shop use. He pretends to believe me, and assures me his visit is quite disinterested; but why should he come if he has no axe to grind? These chaps never believe anything they say themselves; and naturally they cannot believe anything anyone else says.

      CONRAD [rising] Well, I shall clear out. It was hard enough to stand the СКАЧАТЬ