Have you been away from Morningside
Park?”
“I’m not interrupting you?”
“You are. “If I didn’t love you better than myself,” said Capes, “I wouldn’t fence like
this with you. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it:
sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleep. It throws out a number of broad experimental
generalizations, and then sets out to bring into harmony or relation with these an
infinitely multifarious collection of phenomena. She became more and more alive, not
so much to a system of ideas as to a big diffused impulse toward change, to a
great discontent with and criticism of life as it is lived, to a clamorous confusion
of ideas for reconstruction—reconstruction of the methods of business, of
economic development, of the rules of property, of the status of children, of the
clothing and feeding and teaching of every one; she developed a quite
exaggerated consciousness of a multitude of people going about the swarming
spaces of London with their minds full, their talk and gestures full, their very
clothing charged with the suggestion of the urgency of this pervasive project of
alteration. “Leave them!” He yelled. One might have said that these
trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear.
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