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But
then
Mick
wasn
’
t
trying
to
do
anything
,
but
just
get
through
his
life
,
and
put
as
much
across
other
people
as
they
tried
to
put
across
him
.
He
was
really
anti
-
social
,
which
was
what
Clifford
and
his
cronies
had
against
him
.
Clifford
and
his
cronies
were
not
anti
-
social
;
they
were
more
or
less
bent
on
saving
mankind
,
or
on
instructing
it
,
to
say
the
least
.
There
was
a
gorgeous
talk
on
Sunday
evening
,
when
the
conversation
drifted
again
to
love
.
’
Blest
be
the
tie
that
binds
Our
hearts
in
kindred
something
-
or
-
other
’
-
-
said
Tommy
Dukes
.
’
I
’
d
like
to
know
what
the
tie
is
.
.
.
The
tie
that
binds
us
just
now
is
mental
friction
on
one
another
.
And
,
apart
from
that
,
there
’
s
damned
little
tie
between
us
.
We
bust
apart
,
and
say
spiteful
things
about
one
another
,
like
all
the
other
damned
intellectuals
in
the
world
.
Damned
everybodies
,
as
far
as
that
goes
,
for
they
all
do
it
.
Else
we
bust
apart
,
and
cover
up
the
spiteful
things
we
feel
against
one
another
by
saying
false
sugaries
.
It
’
s
a
curious
thing
that
the
mental
life
seems
to
flourish
with
its
roots
in
spite
,
ineffable
and
fathomless
spite
.
Always
has
been
so
!
Look
at
Socrates
,
in
Plato
,
and
his
bunch
round
him
!
The
sheer
spite
of
it
all
,
just
sheer
joy
in
pulling
somebody
else
to
bits
.
.
.
Protagoras
,
or
whoever
it
was
!
And
Alcibiades
,
and
all
the
other
little
disciple
dogs
joining
in
the
fray
!
I
must
say
it
makes
one
prefer
Buddha
,
quietly
sitting
under
a
bo
-
tree
,
or
Jesus
,
telling
his
disciples
little
Sunday
stories
,
peacefully
,
and
without
any
mental
fireworks
.
No
,
there
’
s
something
wrong
with
the
mental
life
,
radically
.
It
’
s
rooted
in
spite
and
envy
,
envy
and
spite
.
Ye
shall
know
the
tree
by
its
fruit
.
’
’
I
don
’
t
think
we
’
re
altogether
so
spiteful
,
’
protested
Clifford
.
’
My
dear
Clifford
,
think
of
the
way
we
talk
each
other
over
,
all
of
us
.
I
’
m
rather
worse
than
anybody
else
,
myself
.
Because
I
infinitely
prefer
the
spontaneous
spite
to
the
concocted
sugaries
;
now
they
are
poison
;
when
I
begin
saying
what
a
fine
fellow
Clifford
is
,
etc
.
,
etc
.
,
then
poor
Clifford
is
to
be
pitied
.
For
God
’
s
sake
,
all
of
you
,
say
spiteful
things
about
me
,
then
I
shall
know
I
mean
something
to
you
.
Don
’
t
say
sugaries
,
or
I
’
m
done
.
’
’
Oh
,
but
I
do
think
we
honestly
like
one
another
,
’
said
Hammond
.
’
I
tell
you
we
must
.
.
.
we
say
such
spiteful
things
to
one
another
,
about
one
another
,
behind
our
backs
!
I
’
m
the
worst
.
’
’
And
I
do
think
you
confuse
the
mental
life
with
the
critical
activity
.
I
agree
with
you
,
Socrates
gave
the
critical
activity
a
grand
start
,
but
he
did
more
than
that
,
’
said
Charlie
May
,
rather
magisterially
.
The
cronies
had
such
a
curious
pomposity
under
their
assumed
modesty
.
It
was
all
so
ex
cathedra
,
and
it
all
pretended
to
be
so
humble
.
