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’
No
,
my
child
!
All
that
is
romantic
illusion
.
Aristocracy
is
a
function
,
a
part
of
fate
.
And
the
masses
are
a
functioning
of
another
part
of
fate
.
The
individual
hardly
matters
.
It
is
a
question
of
which
function
you
are
brought
up
to
and
adapted
to
.
It
is
not
the
individuals
that
make
an
aristocracy
:
it
is
the
functioning
of
the
aristocratic
whole
.
And
it
is
the
functioning
of
the
whole
mass
that
makes
the
common
man
what
he
is
.
’
’
Then
there
is
no
common
humanity
between
us
all
!
’
’
Just
as
you
like
.
We
all
need
to
fill
our
bellies
.
But
when
it
comes
to
expressive
or
executive
functioning
,
I
believe
there
is
a
gulf
and
an
absolute
one
,
between
the
ruling
and
the
serving
classes
.
The
two
functions
are
opposed
.
And
the
function
determines
the
individual
.
’
Connie
looked
at
him
with
dazed
eyes
.
’
Won
’
t
you
come
on
?
’
she
said
.
And
he
started
his
chair
.
He
had
said
his
say
.
Now
he
lapsed
into
his
peculiar
and
rather
vacant
apathy
,
that
Connie
found
so
trying
.
In
the
wood
,
anyhow
,
she
was
determined
not
to
argue
.
In
front
of
them
ran
the
open
cleft
of
the
riding
,
between
the
hazel
walls
and
the
gay
grey
trees
.
The
chair
puffed
slowly
on
,
slowly
surging
into
the
forget
-
me
-
nots
that
rose
up
in
the
drive
like
milk
froth
,
beyond
the
hazel
shadows
.
Clifford
steered
the
middle
course
,
where
feet
passing
had
kept
a
channel
through
the
flowers
.
But
Connie
,
walking
behind
,
had
watched
the
wheels
jolt
over
the
wood
-
ruff
and
the
bugle
,
and
squash
the
little
yellow
cups
of
the
creeping
-
jenny
.
Now
they
made
a
wake
through
the
forget
-
me
-
nots
.
All
the
flowers
were
there
,
the
first
bluebells
in
blue
pools
,
like
standing
water
.
’
You
are
quite
right
about
its
being
beautiful
,
’
said
Clifford
.
’
It
is
so
amazingly
.
What
is
quite
so
lovely
as
an
English
spring
!
’
