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well…known that lengthened advertisement is unnecessary; prepares
ladies or gentlemen with appropriate remarks to be made at dinner…
parties or at…homes。  Mrs。 P。 keeps herself well up to date with
all the latest scandals。〃


〃Poor; poor; straighteners!〃 said my father to himself。  〃Alas!
that it should have been my fate to ruin youfor I suppose your
occupation is gone。〃

Tearing himself away from the College of Spiritual Athletics and
its affiliated shop; he passed on a few doors; only to find himself
looking in at what was neither more nor less than a chemist's shop。
In the window there were advertisements which showed that the
practice of medicine was now legal; but my father could not stay to
copy a single one of the fantastic announcements that a hurried
glance revealed to him。

It was also plain here; as from the shop already more fully
described; that the edicts against machines had been repealed; for
there were physical try…your…strengths; as in the other shop there
had been moral ones; and such machines under the old law would not
have been tolerated for a moment。

My father made his purchases just as the last shops were closing。
He noticed that almost all of them were full of articles labelled
〃Dedication。〃  There was Dedication gingerbread; stamped with a
moulded representation of the new temple; there were Dedication
syrups; Dedication pocket…handkerchiefs; also shewing the temple;
and in one corner giving a highly idealised portrait of my father
himself。  The chariot and the horses figured largely; and in the
confectioners' shops there were models of the newly discovered
relicmade; so my father thought; with a little heap of cherries
or strawberries; smothered in chocolate。  Outside one tailor's shop
he saw a flaring advertisement which can only be translated; 〃Try
our Dedication trousers; price ten shillings and sixpence。〃

Presently he passed the new temple; but it was too dark for him to
do more than see that it was a vast fane; and must have cost an
untold amount of money。  At every turn he found himself more and
more shocked; as he realised more and more fully the mischief he
had already occasioned; and the certainty that this was small as
compared with that which would grow up hereafter。

〃What;〃 he said to me; very coherently and quietly; 〃was I to do?
I had struck a bargain with that dear fellow; though he knew not
what I meant; to the effect that I should try to undo the harm I
had done; by standing up before the people on Sunday and saying who
I was。  True; they would not believe me。  They would look at my
hair and see it black; whereas it should be very light。  On this
they would look no further; but very likely tear me in pieces then
and there。  Suppose that the authorities held a post…mortem
examination; and that many who knew me (let alone that all my
measurements and marks were recorded twenty years ago) identified
the body as mine:  would those in power admit that I was the
Sunchild?  Not they。  The interests vested in my being now in the
palace of the sun are too great to allow of my having been torn to
pieces in Sunch'ston; no matter how truly I had been torn; the
whole thing would be hushed up; and the utmost that could come of
it would be a heresy which would in time be crushed。

〃On the other hand; what business have I with 'would be' or 'would
not be?'  Should I not speak out; come what may; when I see a whole
people being led astray by those who are merely exploiting them for
their own ends?  Though I could do but little; ought I not to do
that little?  What did that good fellow's instinctso straight
from heaven; so true; so healthytell him?  What did my own
instinct answer?  What would the conscience of any honourable man
answer?  Who can doubt?

〃And yet; is there not reason? and is it not God…given as much as
instinct?  I remember having heard an anthem in my young days; 'O
where shall wisdom be found? the deep saith it is not in me。'  As
the singers kept on repeating the question; I kept on saying
sorrowfully to myself'Ah; where; where; where?' and when the
triumphant answer came; 'The fear of the Lord; that is wisdom; and
to depart from evil is understanding;' I shrunk ashamed into myself
for not having foreseen it。  In later life; when I have tried to
use this answer as a light by which I could walk; I found it served
but to the raising of another question; 'What is the fear of the
Lord; and what is evil in this particular case?'  And my easy
method with spiritual dilemmas proved to be but a case of ignotum
per ignotius。

〃If Satan himself is at times transformed into an angel of light;
are not angels of light sometimes transformed into the likeness of
Satan?  If the devil is not so black as he is painted; is God
always so white?  And is there not another place in which it is
said; 'The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom;' as though
it were not the last word upon the subject?  If a man should not do
evil that good may come; so neither should he do good that evil may
come; and though it were good for me to speak out; should I not do
better by refraining?

〃Such were the lawless and uncertain thoughts that tortured me very
cruelly; so that I did what I had not done for many a long yearI
prayed for guidance。  'Shew me Thy will; O Lord;' I cried in great
distress; 'and strengthen me to do it when Thou hast shewn it me。'
But there was no answer。  Instinct tore me one way and reason
another。  Whereon I settled that I would obey the reason with which
God had endowed me; unless the instinct He had also given me should
thrash it out of me。  I could get no further than this; that the
Lord hath mercy on whom He will have mercy; and whom He willeth He
hardeneth; and again I prayed that I might be among those on whom
He would shew His mercy。

〃This was the strongest internal conflict that I ever remember to
have felt; and it was at the end of it that I perceived the first;
but as yet very faint; symptoms of that sickness from which I shall
not recover。  Whether this be a token of mercy or no; my Father
which is in heaven knows; but I know not。〃

From what my father afterwards told me; I do not think the above
reflections had engrossed him for more than three or four minutes;
the giddiness which had for some seconds compelled him to lay hold
of the first thing he could catch at in order to avoid falling;
passed away without leaving a trace behind it; and his path seemed
to become comfortably clear before him。  He settled it that the
proper thing to do would be to buy some food; start back at once
while his permit was still valid; help himself to the property
which he had sold the Professors; leaving the Erewhonians to
wrestle as they best might with the lot that it had pleased Heaven
to send them。

This; however; was too heroic a course。  He was tired; and wanted a
night's rest in a bed; he was hungry; and wanted a substantial
meal; he was curious; moreover; to see the temple dedicated to
himself; and hear Hanky's sermon; there was also this further
difficulty; he should have to take what he had sold the Professors
without returning them their 4 pounds; 10s。; for he could not do
without his blanket; &c。; and even if he left a bag of nuggets made
fast to the sucker; he must either place it where it could be seen
so easily that it would very likely get stolen; or hide it so
cleverly that the Professors would never find it。  He therefore
compromised by concluding that he would sup and sleep in
Sunch'ston; get through the morrow as he best could without
attracting attention; deepen the stain on his face and hair; and
rely on the change so made in his appearance to prevent his being
recognised at the dedication of the temple。  He would do nothing to
disillusion the peopleto do this would only be making bad worse。
As soon as the service was over; he would set out towards the
preserves; and; when it was well dark; make for the statues。  He
hoped that on such a great day the rangers might be many of them in
Sunch'ston; if there were any about; he must trust the moonless
night and his own quick eyes and ears to get him through the
preserves safely。

The shops wer

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