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the ways of men-第40章

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 roused the first murmur of  applause; each word; each syllable; chiming out across that  vast semicircle with a clearness and an effect impossible to  describe。

Now it is the sentinel; who from his watch…tower has caught  the first glimpse of the returning army。  We hear him dashing  like a torrent down the turret stair; at the doorway; his  garments blown by the wind; his body bending forward in a  splendid pose of joy and exultation; he announces in a voice  of thunder the arrival of the king。

So completely are the twenty thousand spectators under the  spell of the drama that at this news one can feel a thrill  pass over the throng; whom the splendid verses hold  palpitating under their charm; awaiting only the end of the  tirade to break into applause。

From that moment the performance is one long triumph。   Clytemnestra (Madame Lerou) comes with her suite to receive  the king (Mounet…Sully); the conqueror!  I never realized  before all the perfection that training can give the speaking  voice。  Each syllable seemed to ring out with a bell…like  clearness。  As she gradually rose in the last act to the scene  with Orestes; I understood the use of the great wall behind  the actors。  It increased the power of the voices and lent  them a sonority difficult to believe。  The effect was  overwhelming when; unable to escape death; Clytemnestra cries  out her horrible imprecations。

Mounet…Sully surpassed himself。  Paul Mounet gave us the  complete illusion of a monster thirsting for blood; even his  mother's!  When striking her as she struck his father; he  answers her despairing query; 〃Thou wouldst not slay thy  mother?〃  〃Woman; thou hast ceased to be a mother!〃  Dudlay  (as Cassandra) reaches a splendid climax when she prophesies  the misfortune hanging over her family; which she is powerless  to avert。

It is impossible in feeble prose to give any idea of the  impression those lines produce in the stupendous theatre;  packed to its utmost limits … the wild night; with a storm in  the air; a stage which seems like a clearing in some forest  inhabited by Titans; the terrible tragedy of AEschylus  following the graceful fete of Apollo。

After the unavoidable confusion at the beginning; the vast  audience listen in profound silence to an expression of pure  art。  They are no longer actors we hear; but demi…gods。  With  voices of the storm; possessed by some divine afflatus;  thundering out verses of fire … carried out of themselves in a  whirlwind of passion; like antique prophets and Sibyls  foretelling the misfortunes of the world!

That night will remain immutably fixed in my memory; if I live  to be as old as the theatre itself。  We were so moved; my  companion and I; and had seen the crowd so moved; that fearing  to efface the impression if we returned the second night to  see ANTIGONE; we came quietly away; pondering over it all; and  realizing once again that a thing of beauty is a source of  eternal delight。




Chapter 26 … Pre…palatial Newport


THE historic Ocean House of Newport is a ruin。  Flames have  laid low the unsightly structure that was at one time the  best…known hotel in America。  Its fifty…odd years of  existence; as well as its day; are over。  Having served a  purpose; it has departed; together with the generation and  habits of life that produced it; into the limbo where old  houses; old customs; and superannuated ideas survive; … the  memory of the few who like to recall other days and wander  from time to time in a reconstructed past。

There was a certain appropriateness in the manner of its  taking off。  The proud old structure had doubtless heard  projects of rebuilding discussed by its owners (who for some  years had been threatening to tear it down); wounded doubtless  by unflattering truths; the hotel decided that if its days  were numbered; an exit worthy of a leading role was at least  possible。  〃Pull me down; indeed!  That is all very well for  ordinary hostleries; but from an establishment of my  pretensions; that has received the aristocracy of the country;  and countless foreign swells; something more is expected!〃

So it turned the matter over and debated within its shaky old  brain (Mrs。  Skewton fashion) what would be the most becoming  and effective way of retiring from the social whirl。  Balls  have been overdone; people are no longer tempted by  receptions; a banquet was out of the question。  Suddenly the  wily building hit on an idea。  〃I'll give them a FEU  D'ARTIFICE。  There hasn't been a first…class fire here since I  burned myself down fifty…three years ago!  That kind of  entertainment hasn't been run into the ground like everything  else in these degenerate days!  I'll do it in the best and  most complete way; and give Newport something to talk about;  whenever my name shall be mentioned in the future!〃

Daudet; in his L'IMMORTEL; shows us how some people are born  lucky。  His 〃Loisel of the Institute;〃 although an  insignificant and commonplace man; succeeded all through life  in keeping himself before the public; and getting talked about  as a celebrity。  He even arranged (to the disgust and envy of  his rivals) to die during a week when no event of importance  was occupying public attention。  In consequence; reporters;  being short of 〃copy;〃 owing to a dearth of murders and 〃first  nights;〃 seized on this demise and made his funeral an event。

The truth is; the Ocean House had lived so long in an  atmosphere of ostentatious worldliness that; like many  residents of the summer city; it had come to take itself and  its 〃position〃 seriously; and imagine that the eyes of the  country were fixed upon and expected something of it。

The air of Newport has always proved fatal to big hotels。  One  after another they have appeared and failed; the Ocean House  alone dragging out a forlorn existence。  As the flames worked  their will and the careless crowd enjoyed the spectacle; one  could not help feeling a vague regret for the old place; more  for what it represented than for any intrinsic value of its  own。  Without greatly stretching a point it might be taken to  represent a social condition; a phase; as it were; in our  development。  In a certain obscure way; it was an epoch… marking structure。  Its building closed the era of primitive  Newport; its decline corresponded with the end of the pre… palatial period … an era extending from 1845 to 1885。

During forty years Newport had a unique existence; unknown to  the rest of America; and destined to have a lasting influence  on her ways; an existence now as completely forgotten as the  earlier boarding…house MATINEE DANSANTE time。 *  The sixties;  seventies; and eighties in Newport were pleasant years that  many of us regret in spite of modern progress。  Simple;  inexpensive days; when people dined at three (looking on the  newly introduced six o'clock dinners as an English innovation  and modern 〃frill〃); and 〃high…teaed〃 together dyspeptically  off 〃sally lunns〃 and 〃preserves;〃 washed down by coffee and  chocolate; which it was the toilsome duty of a hostess to  dispense from a silver…laden tray; days when 〃rockaways〃 drawn  by lean; long…tailed horses and driven by mustached darkies  were; if not th
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