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But
under
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
influence
,
Clifford
was
tempted
to
enter
this
other
fight
,
to
capture
the
bitch
-
goddess
by
brute
means
of
industrial
production
.
Somehow
,
he
got
his
pecker
up
.
In
one
way
,
Mrs
Bolton
made
a
man
of
him
,
as
Connie
never
did
.
Connie
kept
him
apart
,
and
made
him
sensitive
and
conscious
of
himself
and
his
own
states
.
Mrs
Bolton
made
him
aware
only
of
outside
things
.
Inwardly
he
began
to
go
soft
as
pulp
.
But
outwardly
he
began
to
be
effective
.
He
even
roused
himself
to
go
to
the
mines
once
more
:
and
when
he
was
there
,
he
went
down
in
a
tub
,
and
in
a
tub
he
was
hauled
out
into
the
workings
.
Things
he
had
learned
before
the
war
,
and
seemed
utterly
to
have
forgotten
,
now
came
back
to
him
.
He
sat
there
,
crippled
,
in
a
tub
,
with
the
underground
manager
showing
him
the
seam
with
a
powerful
torch
.
And
he
said
little
.
But
his
mind
began
to
work
.
He
began
to
read
again
his
technical
works
on
the
coal
-
mining
industry
,
he
studied
the
government
reports
,
and
he
read
with
care
the
latest
things
on
mining
and
the
chemistry
of
coal
and
of
shale
which
were
written
in
German
.
Of
course
the
most
valuable
discoveries
were
kept
secret
as
far
as
possible
.
But
once
you
started
a
sort
of
research
in
the
field
of
coal
-
mining
,
a
study
of
methods
and
means
,
a
study
of
by
-
products
and
the
chemical
possibilities
of
coal
,
it
was
astounding
the
ingenuity
and
the
almost
uncanny
cleverness
of
the
modern
technical
mind
,
as
if
really
the
devil
himself
had
lent
fiend
’
s
wits
to
the
technical
scientists
of
industry
.
It
was
far
more
interesting
than
art
,
than
literature
,
poor
emotional
half
-
witted
stuff
,
was
this
technical
science
of
industry
.
In
this
field
,
men
were
like
gods
,
or
demons
,
inspired
to
discoveries
,
and
fighting
to
carry
them
out
.
In
this
activity
,
men
were
beyond
any
mental
age
calculable
.
But
Clifford
knew
that
when
it
did
come
to
the
emotional
and
human
life
,
these
self
-
made
men
were
of
a
mental
age
of
about
thirteen
,
feeble
boys
.
The
discrepancy
was
enormous
and
appalling
.
But
let
that
be
.
Let
man
slide
down
to
general
idiocy
in
the
emotional
and
’
human
’
mind
,
Clifford
did
not
care
.
Let
all
that
go
hang
.
He
was
interested
in
the
technicalities
of
modern
coal
-
mining
,
and
in
pulling
Tevershall
out
of
the
hole
.
He
went
down
to
the
pit
day
after
day
,
he
studied
,
he
put
the
general
manager
,
and
the
overhead
manager
,
and
the
underground
manager
,
and
the
engineers
through
a
mill
they
had
never
dreamed
of
.
Power
!
He
felt
a
new
sense
of
power
flowing
through
him
:
power
over
all
these
men
,
over
the
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
colliers
.
He
was
finding
out
:
and
he
was
getting
things
into
his
grip
.
And
he
seemed
verily
to
be
re
-
born
.
Now
life
came
into
him
!
He
had
been
gradually
dying
,
with
Connie
,
in
the
isolated
private
life
of
the
artist
and
the
conscious
being
.
Now
let
all
that
go
.
Let
it
sleep
.
He
simply
felt
life
rush
into
him
out
of
the
coal
,
out
of
the
pit
.
The
very
stale
air
of
the
colliery
was
better
than
oxygen
to
him
.
It
gave
him
a
sense
of
power
,
power
.
He
was
doing
something
:
and
he
was
going
to
do
something
.
He
was
going
to
win
,
to
win
:
not
as
he
had
won
with
his
stories
,
mere
publicity
,
amid
a
whole
sapping
of
energy
and
malice
.
But
a
man
’
s
victory
.
At
first
he
thought
the
solution
lay
in
electricity
:
convert
the
coal
into
electric
power
.
Then
a
new
idea
came
.
The
Germans
invented
a
new
locomotive
engine
with
a
self
feeder
,
that
did
not
need
a
fireman
.
And
it
was
to
be
fed
with
a
new
fuel
,
that
burnt
in
small
quantities
at
a
great
heat
,
under
peculiar
conditions
.
