Although Benham insisted upon the dominance of life by noble imaginations and relentless reasonableness, he would never altogether abandon the materialism of life.Prothero had once said to him, "You are the advocate of the brain and I of the belly.
Only, only we respect each other." And at another time, "You fear emotions and distrust sensations.I invite them.You do not drink gin because you think it would make you weep.But if I could not weep in any other way I would drink gin." And it was under the influence of Prothero that Benham turned from the haughty intellectualism, the systematized superiorities and refinements, the caste marks and defensive dignities of India to China, that great teeming stinking tank of humorous yellow humanity.
Benham had gone to Prothero again after a bout of elevated idealism.
It was only very slowly that he reconciled his mind to the idea of an entirely solitary pursuit of his aristocratic dream.For some time as he went about the world he was trying to bring himself into relationship with the advanced thinkers, the liberal-minded people who seemed to promise at least a mental and moral co-operation.Yet it is difficult to see what co-operation was possible unless it was some sort of agreement that presently they should all shout together.And it was after a certain pursuit of Rabindranath Tagore, whom he met in Hampstead, that a horror of perfect manners and perfect finish came upon him, and he fled from that starry calm to the rich uncleanness of the most undignified fellow of Trinity.
And as an advocate and exponent of the richness of the lower levels of life, as the declared antagonist of caste and of the uttermost refinements of pride, Prothero went with Benham by way of Siberia to the Chinese scene.
Their controversy was perceptible at every dinner-table in their choice of food and drink.Benham was always wary and Prothero always appreciative.It peeped out in the distribution of their time, in the direction of their glances.Whenever women walked about, Prothero gave way to a sort of ethnological excitement.
"That girl--a wonderful racial type." But in Moscow he was sentimental.He insisted on going again to the Cosmopolis Bazaar, and when he had ascertained that Anna Alexievna had vanished and left no trace he prowled the streets until the small hours.
In the eastward train he talked intermittently of her."I should have defied Cambridge," he said.
But at every stopping station he got out upon the platform ethnologically alert....
Theoretically Benham was disgusted with Prothero.Really he was not disgusted at all.There was something about Prothero like a sparrow, like a starling, like a Scotch terrier....These, too, are morally objectionable creatures that do not disgust....
Prothero discoursed much upon the essential goodness of Russians.
He said they were a people of genius, that they showed it in their faults and failures just as much as in their virtues and achievements.He extolled the "germinating disorder" of Moscow far above the "implacable discipline" of Berlin.Only a people of inferior imagination, a base materialist people, could so maintain its attention upon precision and cleanliness.Benham was roused to defence against this paradox."But all exaltation neglects," said Prothero."No religion has ever boasted that its saints were spick and span." This controversy raged between them in the streets of Irkutsk.It was still burning while they picked their way through the indescribable filth of Pekin.
"You say that all this is a fine disdain for material things," said Benham."But look out there!"Apt to their argument a couple of sturdy young women came shuffling along, cleaving the crowd in the narrow street by virtue of a single word and two brace of pails of human ordure.
"That is not a fine disdain for material things," said Benham.
"That is merely individualism and unsystematic living.""A mere phase of frankness.Only frankness is left to them now.
The Manchus crippled them, spoilt their roads and broke their waterways.European intervention paralyses every attempt they make to establish order on their own lines.In the Ming days China did not reek....And, anyhow, Benham, it's better than the silly waste of London...."And in a little while Prothero discovered that China had tried Benham and found him wanting, centuries and dynasties ago.
What was this new-fangled aristocratic man, he asked, but the ideal of Confucius, the superior person, "the son of the King"? There you had the very essence of Benham, the idea of self -examination, self-preparation under a vague Theocracy.("Vaguer," said Benham, "for the Confucian Heaven could punish and reward.") Even the elaborate sham modesty of the two dreams was the same.Benham interrupted and protested with heat.And this Confucian idea of the son of the King, Prothero insisted, had been the cause of China's paralysis.
"My idea of nobility is not traditional but expectant," said Benham.
"After all, Confuciani** has held together a great pacific state far longer than any other polity has ever lasted.I'll accept your Confuciani**.I've not the slightest objection to finding China nearer salvation than any other land.Do but turn it round so that it looks to the future and not to the past, and it will be the best social and political culture in the world.That, indeed, is what is happening.Mix Chinese culture with American enterprise and you will have made a new lead for mankind."From that Benham drove on to discoveries."When a man thinks of the past he concentrates on self; when he thinks of the future he radiates from self.Call me a neo-Confucian; with the cone opening forward away from me, instead of focussing on me....""You make me think of an extinguisher," said Prothero.
"You know I am thinking of a focus," said Benham."But all your thought now has become caricature....You have stopped thinking.
