Man and Superman by George Bernard Shaw (world of reading TXT) 📕

great truth at the bottom of what he says. I believe most intensely in the dignity of labor. Straker Unimpressed. That’s because you never done any, Mr. Robinson. My business is to do away with labor. You’ll get more out of me and a machine than you will out of twenty laborers, and not so much to drink either. Tanner For Heaven’s sake, Tavy, don’t start him on political economy. He knows all about it; and we don’t. You’re only a poetic Socialist, Tavy: he’s a scientific one. Straker Unperturbed. Yes. Well, this conversation is very improvin; but I’ve got to look after the car; and you two want to talk about your ladies. I know. He retires to busy himself about the car; and presently saunters off towards the house. Tanner That’s a very momentous social phenomenon. Octavius What is? Tanner Straker is. Here have we literary and cultured persons been for years setting up a cry of the New Woman whenever some unusually old fashioned female came along; and never noticing the advent of the New Man. Straker’s the New Man. Octavius I see nothing new about him, except your way of chaffing him. But I don’t want to talk about him just now. I want to speak to you about Ann. Tanner Straker knew even that. He learnt it at the Polytechnic, probably. Well, what about Ann? Have you proposed to her? Octavius Self-reproachfully. I was brute enough to do so last night. Tanner Brute enough! What do you mean? Octavius Dithyrambically. Jack: we men are all coarse. We never understand how exquisite a woman’s sensibilities are. How could I have done such a thing! Tanner Done what, you maudlin idiot? Octavius Yes, I am an idiot. Jack: if you had heard her voice! If you had seen her tears! I have lain awake all night thinking of them. If she had reproached me, I could have borne it better. Tanner Tears! that’s dangerous. What did she say? Octavius She asked me how she could think of anything now but her dear father. She stifled a sob⁠—He breaks down. Tanner Patting him on the back. Bear it like a man, Tavy, even if you feel it like an ass. It’s the old game: she’s not tired of playing with you yet. Octavius Impatiently. Oh, don’t be a fool, Jack. Do you suppose this eternal shallow cynicism of yours has any real bearing on a nature like hers? Tanner Hm! Did she say anything else? Octavius Yes; and that is why I expose myself and her to your ridicule by telling you what passed. Tanner Remorsefully. No, dear Tavy, not ridicule, on my honor! However, no matter. Go on. Octavius Her sense of duty is so devout, so perfect, so⁠— Tanner Yes: I know. Go on. Octavius You see, under this new arrangement, you and Ramsden are her guardians; and she considers that all her duty to her father is now transferred to you. She said she thought I ought to have spoken to you both in the first instance. Of course she is right; but somehow it seems rather absurd that I am to come to you and formally ask to be received as a suitor for your ward’s hand. Tanner I am glad that love has not totally extinguished your sense of humor, Tavy. Octavius That answer won’t satisfy her. Tanner My official answer is, obviously, Bless you, my children: may you be happy! Octavius I wish you would stop playing the fool about this. If it is not serious to you, it is to me, and to her. Tanner You know very well that she is as free to choose as you. Octavius She does not think so. Tanner Oh, doesn’t she! Just! However, say what you want me to do. Octavius I want you to tell her sincerely and earnestly what you think about me. I want you to tell her that you can trust her to me⁠—that is, if you feel you can. Tanner I have no doubt that I can trust her to you. What worries me is the idea of trusting you to her. Have you read Maeterlinck’s book about the bee? Octavius Keeping his temper with difficulty. I am not discussing literature at present. Tanner Be just a little patient with me. I am not discussing literature: the book about the bee is natural history. It’s an awful lesson to mankind. You think that you are Ann’s suitor; that you are the pursuer and she the pursued; that it is your part to woo, to persuade, to prevail, to overcome. Fool: it is you who are the pursued, the marked down quarry, the destined prey. You need not sit looking longingly at the bait through the wires of the trap: the door is open, and will remain so until it shuts behind you forever. Octavius I wish I could believe that, vilely as you put it. Tanner Why, man, what other work has she in life but to get a husband? It is a woman’s business to get married as soon as possible, and a man’s to keep unmarried as long as he can. You have your poems and your tragedies to work at: Ann has nothing. Octavius I cannot write without inspiration. And nobody can give me that except Ann. Tanner Well, hadn’t you better get it from her at a safe distance? Petrarch didn’t see half as much of Laura, nor Dante of Beatrice, as you see of Ann now; and yet they wrote first-rate poetry⁠—at least so I’m told. They never exposed their idolatry to the test of domestic familiarity; and it lasted them to their graves. Marry Ann and at the end of a week you’ll find no more inspiration than in a plate of muffins. Octavius You think I shall tire of her. Tanner Not at all: you don’t get tired of muffins. But you don’t find inspiration in them; and you won’t in her when she ceases to be a poet’s dream and becomes a solid eleven stone wife. You’ll be forced to dream about somebody else; and then there will be a row. Octavius This