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now his only comfort, Bernard continued perversely to nourish, along with his quite genuine affection, a secret grievance against the Savage, to meditate a campaign of small revenges to be wreaked upon him. Nourishing a grievance against the Arch-Community-Songster was useless; there was no possibility of being revenged on the Chief Bottler or the Assistant Predestinator. As a victim, the Savage possessed, for Bernard, this enormous superiority over the others: that he was accessible. One of the principal functions of a friend is to suffer (in a milder and symbolic form) the punishments that we should like, but are unable, to inflict upon our enemies. Bernards other victim-friend was Helmholtz. When, discomfited, he came and asked once more for the friendship which in his prosperity he had not thought it worth his while to preserve, Helmholtz gave it; and gave it without a reproach, without a comment, as though he had forgotten that there had ever been a quarrel. Touched, Bernard felt himself at the same time humiliated by this magnanimitya magnanimity the more extraordinary and therefore the more humiliating in that it owed nothing to soma and everything to Helmholtzs character. It was the Helmholtz of daily life who forgot and forgave, not the Helmholtz of a halfgramme holiday. Bernard was duly grateful (it was an enormous comfort to have his friend again) and also duly resentful (it would be a pleasure to take some revenge on Helmholtz for his generosity.) At their first meeting after the estrangement, Bernard poured out the tale of his miseries and accepted consolation. It was not till some days later that he learned, to his surprise and with a twinge of shame, that he was not the only one who had been in trouble. Helmholtz had also come into conflict with Authority. It was over some rhymes, he explained. I was giving my usual course of Advanced Emotional Engineering for Third Year Students. Twelve lectures, of which the seventh is about rhymes. On the Use of Rhymes in Moral Propaganda and Advertisement, to be precise. I always illustrate my lecture with a lot of technical examples. This time I thought Id give them one Id just written myself. Pure madness, of course; but I couldnt resist it. He laughed. I was curious to see what their reactions would be. Besides, he added more gravely, I wanted to do a bit of propaganda; I was trying to engineer them into feeling as Id felt when I wrote the rhymes. Ford! He laughed again. What an outcry there was! The Principal had me up and threatened to hand me the immediate sack. Im a marked man. But what were your rhymes? Bernard asked. They were about being alone. Bernards eyebrows went up. Ill recite them to you, if you like. And Helmholtz began:
Well, I gave them that as an example, and they reported me to the Principal. Im not surprised, said Bernard. Its flatly against all their sleep-teaching. Remember, theyve had at least a quarter of a million warnings against solitude. I know. But I thought Id like to see what the effect would be. Well, youve seen now. Helmholtz only laughed. I feel, he said, after a silence, as though I were just beginning to have something to write about. As though I were beginning to be able to use that power I feel Ive got inside methat |
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