Beast in the Jungle  | Henry James | Literary Fiction | Full Audiobook  | English | 2/2

Beast in the Jungle | Henry James | Literary Fiction | Full Audiobook | English | 2/2

chapter 5 of the beast in the jungle by Henry James this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by tony Addison chapter five he came back the next day but she was then unable to see him and as it was literally the first time this had occurred and the long stretch of their acquaintance he turned away defeated and saw almost angry or feeling at least the such a break in their custom was really the beginning of the end and wandered alone with his thoughts especially with the one he was least able to keep damn she was dying and he would lose her she was dying and his life would end he stopped in the park into which he had passed and stared before him at his recurrent dad away from her the Doug pressed again in her presence he had believed her but as he felt his fullness he threw himself into the explanation that nearest at hand had most of a miserable warmth for him and least of a cold torment she had deceived him to save him to put him up with something in which he should be able to rest what could the thing that was to happen to him be after all but just this thing that had begun to happen her dying her death his consequence solitude that was what he had figured as the beast in the jungle that was what had been in the lap of the gods he had had a word for it as he left it what else on earth could she have meant it wasn't a thing of a monstrous order not a fake rare and distinguished not a stroke of Fortune that overwhelmed and immortalized it had only the stamp of the common doom but Paul March at this hour judged the common doom sufficient it would serve his turn and even as the consummation of infinite waiting he would bend his pride to accept it he sat down on a bench in the Twilight he hadn't been a fool something had been as she had said to come before he rose indeed it had quite struck him but the final fact really matched with the long avenue to which it had to reach it as sharing his suspense and as giving herself all giving a life to bring it to an end she had come with him every step of the way he had lived by her aid and to leave her behind would be cruelly damnn ibly to miss her what could be more overwhelming than that well he was to know within the week for though she kept him a while at bay left him restless and wretched during a series of days on each of which he asked about her only again damp the turn away she ended his trial by receiving him where she had always received him yet she had been brought out at some hazard into the presence of so many of the things that work consciously vainly half their past and there were scant service left in the gentleness of a mere desire all too visible to check his obsession and wind up his long trouble that was clearly what she wanted the one thing more per her own peace while she could still put out her hand he was so affected by her state that once seated by a chair he was moved to let everything go it was she herself therefore who brought him back took up again before she dismissed him her last word of the other time she showed how she wished to lead their business in order I'm not sure you understood you've nothing to wait for more it has come oh how he looked at her really really the thing that as you said was to the thing that we began in our youth to watch for face-to-face with her once more he believed her it was a claim to which he had so abject li little to oppose you mean that it has come as a positive definite occurrence with a name and a date positive definite I don't know about the name but Oh with a date he found himself again to hopelessly at sea but come in the night come and passed me by may bachem had a strange faint smile oh no it hasn't passed you by but if I haven't been aware of it and it hasn't touched me ah you're not being aware of it and she seemed to hesitate an instant to deal with this you're not being aware of it is the strangeness in the strangeness it's the wonder of the wonder she spoke as with the softness almost of a sick child yet now at last at the end of all with the perfect straightness of a Sibyl she visibly knew that she knew and the effect on him was of something co-ordinate in its high character with the law that had ruled him it was the true voice of the law so on her lips with the law itself who sounded it has touched you she went on it has done its office it has made you all its own so utterly without my knowing it so utterly without your knowing it his hand as he leaned to it was on the arm of her chair and dimly smiling always now she placed her own on it it's enough if I know it oh he confusedly breathed as she herself of late so often had done what I long ago said is true you'll never know now and I think you ought to be contented you've had it said may buttram but had what why what was to have marked you at the proof of your Lord it is acted I'm tube glad she then barely added to have been able to see what it's not she continued to attach his eyes to it and with the sense that it was all beyond him and that she was too he would still have sharply challenged her hadn't he so felted an abuse of a weakness to do more than take devoutly what she gave him take it hushed as to a revelation if he did speak it was out of the foreknowledge of his loneliness to come if you're glad of what it's not it might then have been worse she turned her eyes away she looked straight before her with which after a moment well you know our fears he wondered it's something then we never feared on this slowly she turned in did we ever dream with all our dreams that we should sit and talk of it thus he tried but a little to make out that they had but it was as if their dreams numberless enough were in solution in some thick cold mist through which thought lost itself it must have been that we couldn't talk well she did her best for him not from this side this you see she said is the other side I think poor marcha returned that all sides are the same to me then however as she gently shook her head in correction we might not as it were have got across to where we are no were here she made her week emphasis and much good does it do us was a friends Frank common it does us the good it cam it does us the good that it isn't here it's past its behind said may bachem before but her voice dropped he had got up not to tire her but it was hard to come but his yearning she after all told him nothing but that his light had failed which he knew well enough without her before he bluntly echoed before you see it was always to come that kept it present oh I don't care what comes now besides marcha added it seems to me I liked it better present as you say then I can like it absent with your absence o mine and her pale hands made light of it with the absence of everything he had a dreadful sense of standing there before her for so far as anything but this proved this bottomless drop was concerned the last time of their life it rested on him with a weight he felt he could scarce bed and this weight it apparently was but still pressed out what remained in him of speakable protest I believe you but I can't begin to pretend I understand nothing for me is past nothing will pass till I pass myself which I pray my stars maybe as soon as possible say however he added that I've eaten my cake as you can tend to the last crumb how can the thing I've never felt at all be the thing I was not out to feel she met him perhaps less directly but she met him unperturbed you take your feelings were granted you were to suffer your fate that was not necessarily to know it how in the world when what is such knowledge but suffering she looked up Adam awhile in silence no you don't understand I suffered said John market don't go how can I help at least that dome may Bertram repeated she spoke it in a tone so special in spite of her weakness that he stirred an instant stirred as if some light here the two hidden had shimmered across his vision darkness again closed over it but the gleam had already become for him an idea because I haven't the right don't know when you need and she mercifully urged you needn't for we shouldn't shouldn't if he could but know what she meant no it's too much too much he still asked but with a mystification that was the next moment of a sudden to give way her words if they meant something affected him in this light the light also of a wasted face as meaning all and the sense of what knowledge had been first sub came over him with a rush which broke through into a question is it a fat than you're dying she but watched him gravely at first as to see with this way he was and she might have seen something or feared something that moved her sympathy I would live for you still if I could her eyes closed but a little as if withdrawn into herself she will for a last time trying but I can't she said as she raised them again to take leave of them she couldn't indeed as but to promptly and sharply appeared and he had no vision of her after this that was anything but darkness and doom they had parted forever in that strange talk access to her chamber of paying rigidly guarded was almost wholly forbidden him he was feeling now moreover in the face of doctors nurses the two or three relatives attracted doubtless by the presumption of what she had to leave how few were the rights as they were called in such cases that he had to put forward and how odd it might even seem that the intimacy shouldn't have given him more of them the stupidest fourth cousin had more even though she had been nothing in such a person's life she had been a feature of features in his for what else was it to have been so indispensable strange beyond saying were the ways of existence baffling for him the anomaly of his leg as he poked it to be of producible claimed a woman might have been as it were everything to him and it might get present him in no connection that anyone seemed how to recognize if this were the case in these closing weeks it was the case more sharply on the occasion of the last officers rendered in the Great Grey London cemetery to what have been mortal to what had been precious in his friend but gong cow's udder Dre was not numerous but he saw himself treated as scarce more nearly concerned with it than if there had been a thousand others he was in short from this moment face to face with the fact that he was to profit extraordinarily little by the interest made Bertram had taken in him he couldn't quite have said what he expected but he hadn't surely expected this approach to a double privation not only had her interest failed him but he seemed to feel himself unattended and but a reason he couldn't seized by the distinction the dignity the propriety of nothing else at the man markedly bereaved It was as if in the view of society he had not been markedly bereaved as if they're still failed some sign or proof of it and as if nonetheless his character could never be affirmed no the deficiency ever made up there were moments as the week's went by when he would have liked by some almost aggressive act to take his stand on the intimacy of his loss in order that it might be questioned and his retort to the relief of his spirit so recorded but the moments of an irritation more helpless followed fast on these a moment during which turning things over with a good conscience but with a bare horizon he found himself wondering if he oughtn't to have begun so to speak further back he found himself wondering indeed at many things on this last speculation had others to keep it company what could he have done after all in a lifetime without giving them both as it were away he couldn't have made known she was watching him for that would have published the superstition of the beast this was what closed his mouth NAB now that the jungle had been thrashed to vacancy and that the Beast had stolen away it sounded too foolish and to flap the difference for him in this particular the extinction in his life of the element of suspense was such as in fact to surprise him he could scarce have said what the effect resembled the abrupt cessation positive prohibition of music perhaps more than anything else in some place all adjusted and all accustomed to sonority and to attention if he could at any rate have conceived lifting the veil from his image at some moment of the past what had he done after all if not lifted to hurt so to do this today to talk to people at large of the jungle cleared and confide to them that he now felt it a safe would have been not only to see them listen as to a good wife's tale but really to hear himself tell one what did present became two in truth was that poor marcha waded through his beaten grasp when no life stirred when no breath sounded when no evil I seem to gleam from a possible lair very much as if vaguely looking for the Beast and still more as if acutely missing it he walked about in an existence that had grown strangely more spacious and stopping fit Polly in places were the undergrowth of life struck him as closer asked himself yearningly wondered secretly and solid if it would have looked here or bad it would have at all events sprung what was at least complete was his belief in the truth itself of the assurance given him the change from his old sense to his new was absolute and final what was to happen had so absolutely and finally happened that he was as little able to know a fear for his future has to know a hope so absent in short was any question of anything still to come he was to live entirely with the other question but of his unidentified past that of his having to see his fortune impenetrably muffled and mastered the torment of this vision became then his occupation he couldn't perhaps have consented to live but for the possibility of guessing she had told him his friend not to guess she had forbidden him so far as he might to know and she had even in a sort denied the power in him to learn which are so many things precisely to deprive him of rest it wasn't that he wanted he argued for fairness that anything past and done should repeat itself it was only that he shouldn't as an anti-climax have been taken sleeping so sound as not to be able to win back by an effort of thought the lost stuff of consciousness he declared to himself at moments that you would either win it back or have done with consciousness forever he made this idea his one motive in fine made it so much his passion that none other to compare with it seemed ever to have touched him the lost stuff of consciousness became the spur him as a stray door stolen child to an unappeasable father he hunted it up and down very much as if we were knocking at doors and inquiring of the police this was the spirit in which inevitably he set himself to travel he started on a journey that was to be as long as he could make it it danced before him that as the other side of the globe couldn't possibly have less to say to him it might buy a possibility of suggestion have more before he quitted London however he made a pilgrimage to May Bartram's grave took his way to it through the endless avenues of the grim suburban necropolis sought it out in the wilderness of tombs and though he had come but for the renewal of the act of farewell found himself when he had at last stood by it beguiled into long intensities he stood for an hour powerless to turn away and yet powerless to penetrate the darkness of death fixing with his eyes her inscribed name and beating his borrowed against the fact of the secret they kept drawing his breath while he waited as if some sense wooden pity of him rise from the stones he kneeled on the stones however in vain they kept what they concealed and if the face of the tomb did become a face for him it was because her two names became a pair of eyes that didn't know him he gave them a last long look but no palest light broke end of chapter 5 chapter 6 of the beast in the jungle by Henry James this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by tony Addison chapter 6 he stayed away after this for a year he visited the depths of Asia spending himself on scenes of romantic interest of superlative sanctity but what was present to him everywhere was that for a man who had known what he had known the world was vulgar and vain the state of mind in which he ad-libbed for so many years Sean out dim in reflection as a light that colored and refined I like beside which the glow of the East was garish cheap and thin the terrible truth was but he had lost with everything else a distinction as well the things he saw couldn't help being common when he had become common to look at them he was simply now one of the men so he was in the dust without a peg for the sense of different and there were ours went before the temples of gods and the supple cos of kings his spirit turned for nobleness of association to the barely discriminated slab in the London suburb that had become for him and more intensely with time and distance his one witness of a past glory it was all that was left in for proof or pride yet the past glories of pharaohs were nothing to him as he thought of it small wonder then that he came back to it on the morrow of his return he was drawn there this time as irresistible as the other yet with a competence almost that was doubtless the effect of the many months that had elapsed he had lived in spite of himself into his change of feeling and in wondering over the earth had wondered as might be said from the circumference to the center of his desert he had subtle to his safety and accepted perforce his extinction figuring to himself with some color in the likeness of certain little old men he remembered to have seen of whom Oh meagre and wizened as they might look it was related but they had in that time for 20 joules or been loved by ten princesses they indeed had been wondrous for others while he was but wondrous by himself which however was exactly the cause of his haste to renew the Wonder by getting back as he might put it into his own presence that had quickened his steps and checked his delay if his visit was prompt it was because he had been separated so long from the part of himself that alone he now valued its accordingly not walls to say that he reached his goal with a certain elation and stood there again with a certain assurance the creature beneath the sod knew of his rare experience so that strangely now the place had lost them it's mayor bluntness of expression it met him in mildness not as before in mockery it Worf in the air of conscious greeting that we find after absence in things that have closely belonged to us and which seemed to confess up themselves to the connection the plot of ground the graven tablet the tended flowers affected him so as belonging to him that he resembled for the hour a contented landlord reviewing a piece of property whatever had happened well had happened he had not come back this turn with the vanity of that question his former worrying what what now practically so spent yet he would nonetheless never again so cut himself off from the spot he would come back to it every month for if he did nothing else by its aid he at least held up his head it does droop him in the oddest way a positive resource he carried out his idea of periodical returns which took that place at last among the most inveterate of his habits what it all amounted to oddly enough was that in his finally so simplified world this garden of death gave him the few square feet of Earth on which he could still most live it was as if being nothing anywhere else for anyone nothing even for himself he were just everything here and if not for a crowd of witnesses or indeed for any witness but John marcha then bike clear right of the register but he could scan like an open page the open page was the tomb of his friend and there were the facts of the past they're the truth of his life they're the backward reaches in which he could lose himself he did this from turn to turn with such effect that he seemed to wander through the old years with his hand in the arm of a companion who was in the most extraordinary manner his other his younger self and to wonder which was more extraordinary yet round and round a third presence not wondering she but stationary still whose eyes turning with his revolution never ceased to follow him and his seat was his point so to speak of orientation thus in short he settled to live feeding all on the sense that he once had lived and dependent on it not alone for a support but but an identity it suffice Tim in its way for months and the year elapsed it would doubtless ever carried him further but burn accident superficially slide which moved him quite in another direction with a force beyond any of his impressions of Egypt or of India it was a thing of the merest chance the turn as he afterwards felt of a head though he was indeed to live to believe that if light hadn't come to him in this particular passion it would still have come in another he was to live to believe this i say though we was not to live and may not less definitely mention to do much else we allow him at any rate the benefit of the conviction struggling up him at the end that whatever might have happened or not happened he would have come round of himself to the light the incident of an autumn dead had put the match to the train laid from of old by his misery with the light before him he knew that even of late his ache had only been smothered it was strangely drugged but it throbbed at the touch it began to bleed and the touch in the event was the face of a fellow mortal this face one grey afternoon when the leaves were thick in the alleys looked into marches own of the cemetery with an expression like the cut of a blade he felt it that is so deep down but he winced at the steady thrust the person who so mutely assaulted him was a big a at noticed on reaching his own go absorbed by a grave a short distance away a grave apparently fresh so that the emotion of the visitor would probably match it for frankness this fact alone for bad further attention though during the time he stayed he remained vaguely conscious of his neighbor a middle-aged man apparently in mourning who's bowed back among the clustered monuments and more cheery use was constantly presented marches theory that these were elements in contact with which he himself revived had suffered on this occasion it may be granted a mod an excessive check the autumn day was dive him as non had recently been and he arrested with a heaviness he had not yet known on the low stone table that bull made bartram's name he arrested with that power to move as if some spring in him some spell vouchsafed had suddenly been broken forever if he could have done that moment as he wanted he would simply have stretched himself on the slab that was ready to take him treating it as a place prepared to receive his last sleep what in all the wide world had he now to keep a wakeful he stared before him with the question and it was then that as one of the cemetery walks past near him he caught the shock of the face his neighbor at the other grave had withdrawn as he himself with forcing up in him would have done by now and was advancing along the pop on his way to one of the gates this brought him close and his pace was slow so that and all the more as there was a kind of hunger in his look the two men were for a minute directly confronted March and knew him at once for one of the deeply stricken a perception so sharp but nothing else in the picture comparatively lib neither his dress his age nor his presumable character and class nothing lived but the dig ravage of the beaches that he showed he showed them that was the point he was moved as he passed by some impulse that was a signal for sympathy or more possibly a challenge to an opposed sorrow he might already have been aware of our friend might at some previous hour have noticed in him the smooth habit of the scene with which the state of his own senses so scantly consulted a might thereby have been stirred as by an overt discord what marcha was at all events conscious of was in the first place but the image of scarred passion presented to him was conscious to of something that profaned the air and in the second that roused startled shocked he was yet the next moment looking after it as it went with envy the most extraordinary thing that had happened to him though we had given that name to other matters as well took place after his immediate vague stead as a consequence of this impression the stranger past but the raw of glare of his Greek remained making a brand wonder in petite what wrong what wound it expressed what injury not to be healed what did the man had to make him by the loss of it so bleed and yet live something and this reached him with a pang that he John marcha hadn't the proverb which was precisely John marches arid end no passion had ever touched him for this was what passion meant he had survived and mourn didn't mind but where had been his deep ravaged the extraordinary thing we speak up was the sudden rush of the result of this question the site that had just met his eyes named to him as in letters of quick flame something he had utterly insanely missed and what he had missed made these things at train of fire made them mark themselves in an anguish of inward throbs he had seen outside of his life not learned it within the way a woman was mourned when she had been loved for herself such was the force of his conviction of the meaning of the stranger's face which still bled for him as a smoky torch it hadn't come to him the knowledge on the wings of experience it had brushed him jesil them upset him with the disrespect of chance the insolence of accident now that the illumination have begun however it plays to the zenith and what he presently stood there gazing at was the sounded void of his life he days he drew breath in pain he turned in his dismayed and turning he had before him in sharp incision than ever the open page of his story the name on the table smote him as the passage of his neighbor done and what it said damn full in the face was that she what he had missed this was the awful thought the answer to all the past the vision at the dread clearness of which he turned as cold as the stone beneath them everything fell together confessed explained overwhelmed leaving him most of all stupefied at the blankness he had cherished the fate he had been marked for he had met with a vengeance he had emptied the cut to the Lee's he had been the man of his time the man do nothing on earth was to have happened that was the rare stroke that was his visitation so he saw it as we say in pale horrid while the pieces fitted and fitted so she had seen it while he didn't and so she served at this hour to drive the truth home it was the truth vivid and monstrous that all the while he had waited the wait was itself his portion this the companion of his vigil had at a given moment made out then she had then offered him the chance to battle his doom ones doom however was never baffled and on the day she told him his own had come down she had seen him but stupidly stare at the escape she offered him the escape would have been to love her then then he would have lived she had lived who could say now with what passion since she had loved him for himself whereas he had never thought of her oh how it's usually glad at him but in the chill of his eget ism and the light of her use her spoken word came back then the chain stretched and stretched the Beast had lurked indeed and the beast at it's our had sprung it had sprung in that twilight of the cold April went pale ill wasted but all beautiful Babs even then recoverable she had risen from a chair to stand before him and let him imaginably get it had sprung as he didn't guess it had sprung as she hopelessly turned from him and the mark by the time he left her had fallen where it was to form he had justified his fear and achieved his plate he had failed with the last exactitude of all he was to fail of and a mon narrows to his lips as he remembered she had prayed he might not know this horror of waking this was knowledge knowledge under the breath of which the very tears in his eyes seemed to freeze through them nonetheless he tried to fix it and hold it he kept it there before him so that he might feel the pain that at least belated and bittered had something of the taste of life but the bitterness suddenly sickened him and it was as if horribly he saw in the truth in the cruelty of his image what had been appointed and done he saw the jungle of his life and saw the lurking beasts then while he looked perceived it as by a stir at the air rise huge and hideous for the leap that was to settle in his eyes darken it was closed and instinctively turning in his hallucination to avoid it he flung himself placed down on the tomb end of chapter 6 and of the beast in the jungle by Henry James

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