Martineau. "Not nearly as much."
Sir Richmond went off at a tangent again. "I suppose you have watched
any number of babies?"'
"Not nearly as many as a general practitioner would do. There's a lot of
rage about most of them at first, male or female."
"Queer little eddies of fury.... Recently--it happens--I've been seeing
one. A spit of red wrath, clenching its fists and squalling threats at a
damned disobedient universe."
The doctor was struck by an idea and glanced quickly and questioningly
at his companion's profile.
"Blind driving force," said Sir Richmond, musing.
"Isn't that after all what we really are?" he asked the doctor.
"Essentially--Rage. A rage in dead matter, making it alive."
"Schopenhauer," footnoted the doctor. "Boehme."
"Plain fact," said Sir Richmond. "No Rage--no Go."
"But rage without discipline?"
"Discipline afterwards. The rage first."
"But rage against what? And FOR what?"
"Against the Universe. And for--? That's more difficult. What IS the
little beast squalling itself crimson for? Ultimately? ... What is it
clutching after? In the long run, what will it get?"
("Yours the car in distress what sent this?" asked an unheeded voice.)
"Of course, if you were to say 'desire'," said Dr. Martineau, "then you
would be in line with the psychoanalysts.
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