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re visible enough： a never idle man of great physical strength and extremely irascible？？did he not fling a badly baked plum pudding through the window upon xmas day？？？a man more joyous than any intellectual man of our world； called himself the idle singer of an empty day created new forms of melancholy； and faint persons； like the knights & ladies of burne jones； who are never； no； not once in forty volumes； put out of temper。 a blunderer； who had said to the only unconverted man at a socialist picnic in dublin； to prove that equality came easy； i was brought up a gentleman and now； as you can see； associate with all sorts； and left wounds thereby that rankled after twenty years； a man of whom i have heard it said he is always afraid that he is doing something wrong； and generally is； wrote long stories with apparently no other object than that his persons might show one another； through situations of poignant difficulty； the most exquisite tact。
he did not project； like henley or like wilde； an image of himself； because； having all his imagination set on making and doing； he had little self？knowledge。 he imagined instead new conditions of making and doing； and； in the teeth of those scientific generalisations that cowed my boyhood； i can see some like imagining in every great change； believing that the first flying fish leaped； not because it sought adaptation to the air； but out of horror of the sea。
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Four YearsX
soon after i began to attend the lectures； a french class was started in the old coach？house for certain young socialists who planned a tour in france； and i joined it and was for a time a model student constantly encouraged by the pliments of the old french mistress。 i told my father of the class； and he asked me to get my sisters admitted。 i made difficulties and put off speaking of the matter； for i knew that the new and admirable self i was making would turn； under family eyes； into plain rag doll。 how could i pretend to be industrious； and even carry dramatization to the point of learning my lessons； when my sisters were there and knew that i was nothing of the kind？ but i had no argument i could use and my sisters were admitted。 they said nothing unkind； so far as i can remember； but in a week or two i was my old procrastinating idle self and had soon left the class altogether。 my elder sister stayed on and became an embroideress under miss may morris； and the hangings round morriss big bed at kelmscott house； oxfordshire； with their verses about lying happily in bed when all birds sing in the town of the tree； were from her needle though not from her design。 she worked for the first few months at kelmscott house； hammersmith； and in my imagination icannot always separate what i saw and heard from her report； or indeed from the report of that tribe or guild who looked up to morris as to some worshipped mediaeval king。 he had no need for other people。 i doubt if their marriage or death made him sad or glad； and yet no man i have known was so well loved； you saw him producing everywhere organisation and beauty； seeming； almost in the same instant； helpless and triumphant； and people loved him as children are loved。 people much in his neighbourhood became gradually occupied with him； or about his affairs； and without any wish on his part； as simple people bee occupied with children。 i remember a man who was proud and pleased because he had distracted morris thoughts from an attack of gout by leading the conversation delicately to the hated name of milton。 he began at swinburne。
oh； swinburne； said morris； is a rhetorician； my masters have been keats and chaucer for they make pictures。 does not milton make pictures？ asked my informant。 no； was the answer； dante makes pictures； but milton； though he had a great earnest mind； expressed himself as a rhetorician。 great earnest mind；
sounded strange to me and i doubt not that were his questioner not a simple man； morris had been more violent。 another day the same man started by praising chaucer； but the gout was worse and morris cursed chaucer for destroying the english language with foreign words。
he had few detachable phrases and i can remember little of his speech； which many thought the best of all good talk； except that it matched his burly body and seemed within definite boundaries inexhaustible in fact and expression。 he alone of all the men i have known seemed guided by some beast？like instinct and never ate strange meat。 balzac！ balzac！ he said to me once； oh； that was the man the french bourgeoisie read so much a few years ago。 i can remember him at supper praising wine： why do people say it is prosaic to be inspired by wine？ has it not been made by the sunlight and the sap？ and his dispraising houses decorated by himself： do you suppose i like that kind of house？ i would like a house like a big barn； where one ate in one corner； cooked in another corner； slept in the third corner & in the fourth received ones friends； and his plaining of ruskins objection to the underground railway： if you must have a railway the best thing you can do with it is to put it in a tube with a cork at each end。 i remember too that when i asked what led up to his movement； he replied； oh； ruskin and carlyle； but somebody should have been beside carlyle and punched his head every five minutes。 though i remember little； i do not doubt that； had i continued going there on sunday evenings； i should have caught fire from his words and turned my hand to some mediaeval work or other。 just before i had ceased to go there i had sent my wanderings of usheen to his daughter； hoping of course that it might meet his eyes； & soon after sending it i came upon him by chance in holborn。
you write my sort of poetry； he said and began to praise me and to promise to send his praise to the monwealth； the league organ； and he would have said more of a certainty had he not caught sight of a new ornamental cast？iron lamp？post and got very heated upon that subject。
i did not read economics； having turned socialist because of morriss lectures and pamphlets； and i think it unlikely that morris himself could read economics。 that old dogma of mine seemed germane to the matter。 if the men and women imagined by the poets were the norm； and if morris had； in； let us say； news from nowhere； then running through the monwealth； described such men and women living under their natural conditions or as they would desire to live； then those conditions themselves must be the norm； and could we but get rid of certain institutions the world would turn from eccentricity。 perhaps morris himself justified himself in his own heart by as simple an argument； and was； as the socialist d。。。 said to me one night walking home after some lecture； an anarchist without knowing it。 certainly i and all about me； including d。。。 himself； were for chopping up the old king for medeas pot。 morris had told us to have nothing to do with the parliamentary socialists； represented for men in general by the fabian society and hyndmans socialist democratic federation and for us in particular by d。。。 during the period of transition mistakes must be made； and the discredit of these mistakes must be left to the bourgeoisie； and besides； when you begin to talk of this measure or that other you lose sight of the goal and see； to reverse swinburnes description of tiresias； light on the way but darkness on the goal。 by mistakes morris meant vexatious restrictions and promises？？if any man puts me into a labour squad； i will lie on my back and kick。 that phrase very much expresses our idea of revolutionary tactics： we all intended to lie upon our back and kick。 d。。。； pale and sedentary； did not dislike labour squads and we all hated him with the left side of our heads； while admiring him immensely with the right。 he alone was invited to entertain mrs。 morris； having many tales of his irish uncles； more especiallyof one particular uncle who had tried to mit suicide by shutting his head into a carpet bag。 at that time he was an obscure man； known only for a witty speaker at street corners and in park demonstrations。 he had； with an assumed truculence and fury； cold logic； an universal gentleness； an unruffled courtesy； and yet co