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He
shook
his
fist
at
himself
in
the
glass
,
and
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
to
dream
for
a
space
with
wide
eyes
.
Then
he
got
out
note
-
book
and
algebra
and
lost
himself
in
quadratic
equations
,
while
the
hours
slipped
by
,
and
the
stars
dimmed
,
and
the
gray
of
dawn
flooded
against
his
window
.
It
was
the
knot
of
wordy
socialists
and
working
-
class
philosophers
that
held
forth
in
the
City
Hall
Park
on
warm
afternoons
that
was
responsible
for
the
great
discovery
.
Once
or
twice
in
the
month
,
while
riding
through
the
park
on
his
way
to
the
library
,
Martin
dismounted
from
his
wheel
and
listened
to
the
arguments
,
and
each
time
he
tore
himself
away
reluctantly
.
The
tone
of
discussion
was
much
lower
than
at
Mr
.
Morse
’
s
table
.
The
men
were
not
grave
and
dignified
.
They
lost
their
tempers
easily
and
called
one
another
names
,
while
oaths
and
obscene
allusions
were
frequent
on
their
lips
.
Once
or
twice
he
had
seen
them
come
to
blows
.
And
yet
,
he
knew
not
why
,
there
seemed
something
vital
about
the
stuff
of
these
men
’
s
thoughts
.
Their
logomachy
was
far
more
stimulating
to
his
intellect
than
the
reserved
and
quiet
dogmatism
of
Mr
.
Morse
.
These
men
,
who
slaughtered
English
,
gesticulated
like
lunatics
,
and
fought
one
another
’
s
ideas
with
primitive
anger
,
seemed
somehow
to
be
more
alive
than
Mr
.
Morse
and
his
crony
,
Mr
.
Butler
.
Martin
had
heard
Herbert
Spencer
quoted
several
times
in
the
park
,
but
one
afternoon
a
disciple
of
Spencer
’
s
appeared
,
a
seedy
tramp
with
a
dirty
coat
buttoned
tightly
at
the
throat
to
conceal
the
absence
of
a
shirt
.
Battle
royal
was
waged
,
amid
the
smoking
of
many
cigarettes
and
the
expectoration
of
much
tobacco
-
juice
,
wherein
the
tramp
successfully
held
his
own
,
even
when
a
socialist
workman
sneered
,
"
There
is
no
god
but
the
Unknowable
,
and
Herbert
Spencer
is
his
prophet
.
"
Martin
was
puzzled
as
to
what
the
discussion
was
about
,
but
when
he
rode
on
to
the
library
he
carried
with
him
a
new
-
born
interest
in
Herbert
Spencer
,
and
because
of
the
frequency
with
which
the
tramp
had
mentioned
"
First
Principles
,
"
Martin
drew
out
that
volume
.
So
the
great
discovery
began
.
Once
before
he
had
tried
Spencer
,
and
choosing
the
"
Principles
of
Psychology
"
to
begin
with
,
he
had
failed
as
abjectly
as
he
had
failed
with
Madam
Blavatsky
.
There
had
been
no
understanding
the
book
,
and
he
had
returned
it
unread
.
But
this
night
,
after
algebra
and
physics
,
and
an
attempt
at
a
sonnet
,
he
got
into
bed
and
opened
"
First
Principles
.
"
Morning
found
him
still
reading
.
It
was
impossible
for
him
to
sleep
.
Nor
did
he
write
that
day
.
He
lay
on
the
bed
till
his
body
grew
tired
,
when
he
tried
the
hard
floor
,
reading
on
his
back
,
the
book
held
in
the
air
above
him
,
or
changing
from
side
to
side
.
He
slept
that
night
,
and
did
his
writing
next
morning
,
and
then
the
book
tempted
him
and
he
fell
,
reading
all
afternoon
,
oblivious
to
everything
and
oblivious
to
the
fact
that
that
was
the
afternoon
Ruth
gave
to
him
.
His
first
consciousness
of
the
immediate
world
about
him
was
when
Bernard
Higginbotham
jerked
open
the
door
and
demanded
to
know
if
he
thought
they
were
running
a
restaurant
.
Martin
Eden
had
been
mastered
by
curiosity
all
his
days
.
He
wanted
to
know
,
and
it
was
this
desire
that
had
sent
him
adventuring
over
the
world
.
But
he
was
now
learning
from
Spencer
that
he
never
had
known
,
and
that
he
never
could
have
known
had
he
continued
his
sailing
and
wandering
forever
.
He
had
merely
skimmed
over
the
surface
of
things
,
observing
detached
phenomena
,
accumulating
fragments
of
facts
,
making
superficial
little
generalizations
—
and
all
and
everything
quite
unrelated
in
a
capricious
and
disorderly
world
of
whim
and
chance
.
The
mechanism
of
the
flight
of
birds
he
had
watched
and
reasoned
about
with
understanding
;
but
it
had
never
entered
his
head
to
try
to
explain
the
process
whereby
birds
,
as
organic
flying
mechanisms
,
had
been
developed
.
He
had
never
dreamed
there
was
such
a
process
.
That
birds
should
have
come
to
be
,
was
unguessed
.
They
always
had
been
.
They
just
happened
.
And
as
it
was
with
birds
,
so
had
it
been
with
everything
.
His
ignorant
and
unprepared
attempts
at
philosophy
had
been
fruitless
.
The
medieval
metaphysics
of
Kant
had
given
him
the
key
to
nothing
,
and
had
served
the
sole
purpose
of
making
him
doubt
his
own
intellectual
powers
.
In
similar
manner
his
attempt
to
study
evolution
had
been
confined
to
a
hopelessly
technical
volume
by
Romanes
.
He
had
understood
nothing
,
and
the
only
idea
he
had
gathered
was
that
evolution
was
a
dry
-
as
-
dust
theory
,
of
a
lot
of
little
men
possessed
of
huge
and
unintelligible
vocabularies
.
And
now
he
learned
that
evolution
was
no
mere
theory
but
an
accepted
process
of
development
;
that
scientists
no
longer
disagreed
about
it
,
their
only
differences
being
over
the
method
of
evolution
.
And
here
was
the
man
Spencer
,
organizing
all
knowledge
for
him
,
reducing
everything
to
unity
,
elaborating
ultimate
realities
,
and
presenting
to
his
startled
gaze
a
universe
so
concrete
of
realization
that
it
was
like
the
model
of
a
ship
such
as
sailors
make
and
put
into
glass
bottles
.
There
was
no
caprice
,
no
chance
.
All
was
law
.
It
was
in
obedience
to
law
that
the
bird
flew
,
and
it
was
in
obedience
to
the
same
law
that
fermenting
slime
had
writhed
and
squirmed
and
put
out
legs
and
wings
and
become
a
bird
.
Martin
had
ascended
from
pitch
to
pitch
of
intellectual
living
,
and
here
he
was
at
a
higher
pitch
than
ever
.
All
the
hidden
things
were
laying
their
secrets
bare
.
He
was
drunken
with
comprehension
.
At
night
,
asleep
,
he
lived
with
the
gods
in
colossal
nightmare
;
and
awake
,
in
the
day
,
he
went
around
like
a
somnambulist
,
with
absent
stare
,
gazing
upon
the
world
he
had
just
discovered
.
At
table
he
failed
to
hear
the
conversation
about
petty
and
ignoble
things
,
his
eager
mind
seeking
out
and
following
cause
and
effect
in
everything
before
him
.
In
the
meat
on
the
platter
he
saw
the
shining
sun
and
traced
its
energy
back
through
all
its
transformations
to
its
source
a
hundred
million
miles
away
,
or
traced
its
energy
ahead
to
the
moving
muscles
in
his
arms
that
enabled
him
to
cut
the
meat
,
and
to
the
brain
wherewith
he
willed
the
muscles
to
move
to
cut
the
meat
,
until
,
with
inward
gaze
,
he
saw
the
same
sun
shining
in
his
brain
.
