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OSHRAT C. SILBERBUSCH
Adorno’s Philosophy of the Nonidentical
Oshrat C. Silberbusch
Adorno’s Philosophy
of the Nonidentical
Thinking as Resistance
Oshrat C. Silberbusch
Independent Scholar
Brooklyn, NY, USA
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ובחרת בחיים
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank all those who helped bring this book to completion.
My gratitude goes to Ron Margolin and Moshe Zuckerman for their
tireless support of this project in its dissertation phase.
Thank you to the readers who read different versions along the way, for
their encouragement, advice and criticism: Stefanie Baumann, Jay
Bernstein, Philippe Farah, Elisha Mallard, Gerhard Scheit, David Sclar.
To my editor Phil Getz, for his support throughout the publication
process, and for his patience in seeing it to the end.
And to my husband Daniel, for being my first reader and most enthu-
siastic supporter, for believing in this book long before I did, for bringing
in the bread so I could write, and for everything else.
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Contents
1 Introduction 1
ix
x Contents
5 Epilogue 185
Where the Light Gets In 185
Bibliography 195
Index 203
Abbreviations1
1
These abbreviations are used in the body of the text for citations of Adorno’s book-length
works and posthumously published lectures. References for Adorno’s essays are given in the
footnotes. For the German edition of the writings published during Adorno’s lifetime, I cite
Theodor W. Adorno, Gesammelte Schriften, 20 vols. (Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp 1984),
henceforth GS followed by the volume number. The posthumous works are listed separately.
Citations are of the format German/English (where applicable).
For the sake of consistency, and in a deliberate effort to remain as close as possible to
Adorno’s writing, I use my own translations from the German throughout this book. The
English page numbers refer to the corresponding passage in the published translations and
are given for reference.
xi
xii ABBREVIATIONS
LGF Zur Lehre von der Geschichte und von der Freiheit. Frankfurt am Main:
Suhrkamp 2006. English translation: History and Freedom, trans. Rodney
Livingstone. Malden: Polity 2006.
MM Minima Moralia. GS 4. English translation: Minima Moralia, trans.
E. Jephcott. New York: Verso 2005.
MP Metaphysik: Begriff und Probleme. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp, 1998.
English translation: Metaphysics. Concept and Problems, trans. E. Jephcott.
Stanford University Press 2000.
ND Negative Dialektik. GS 6. English translation: Negative Dialectics, trans.
E. B. Ashton. London: Routledge 1973.
PMP Probleme der Moralphilosophie. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp, 1996.
English translation: Problems of Moral Philosophy, trans. Rodney
Livingstone. Stanford University Press 2001.
PT Philosophische Terminologie. 2 vols. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp 1973.
VND Vorlesung über Negative Dialektik. Frankfurt a. M.: Suhrkamp 2003.
English translation: Lectures on Negative Dialectics, trans. Rodney
Livingstone. Malden: Polity 2008
CHAPTER 1
Introduction
“The only true thoughts are those that don’t understand themselves”,
Adorno writes in Minima Moralia. The sentence stands on its own—a
“monogram”, Adorno calls it—without any context that would help illu-
minate its paradoxical meaning. That Adorno believed truth to be some-
thing not easily possessed is hardly surprising, The elusiveness of truth,
the fact that truth is a process rather than an end, that truth has a “tem-
poral core”—these are all central tenets of Adorno’s thinking. But to get
to the heart of this aphorism, we have to go a step further and ask why,
according to Adorno, truth is out of our reach—or more precisely, incom-
prehensible. Why do true thoughts not understand themselves? And con-
versely, why are thoughts that understand themselves not true? For
Adorno, the answer has to do with the nature of reason and the funda-
mental structure of our understanding, and it is closely linked to that
elusive other that lies at the very heart of his philosophy: the nonidentical.
The relationship of reason to the world is fundamentally conceptual—
connected to expression and thus to concepts: to grasp something, we
name it. The problem is that we have a limited number of names at our
disposal, for an unlimited number of phenomena. Reason solves this
conundrum by subsuming the infinite richness of our world under a finite
number of concepts, in other words, by pretending that what is different
is in fact the same. It identifies the unique phenomenon as a specimen of
a category and forces it into the Procrustean bed of conceptuality, treating
the unknown as long known, the singular as an instance. This “identity
thinking”, as Adorno calls it, allows us to form thoughts and makes inter-
bound up with by searching for a way to let the “irrational” and its pain
express itself in rational thought. I look at Adorno’s critical response to
Kantian moral philosophy and explore his dialectic of theory and praxis by
examining his turbulent relationship with the German student movement.
In the third part, I explore what Adorno intuited as a central pillar in the
quest to integrate the nonidentical into reasoning: the aesthetic. I examine
the role of aesthetic theory in his negative dialectic, as well as the central
role the aesthetic plays in the guise of the form of his writing: style, lan-
guage, rhythm, syntactic choices. Finally, I look at the role of nature, nota-
bly natural beauty and animals, in Adorno’s understanding of aesthetic
experience and of the different subject-object relationship the latter
adumbrates.
From a formal viewpoint, the present book reflects Adorno’s own con-
stellational approach, which I will say more of in the third part below,
inasmuch as it does not follow a linear course in which the arguments
build up to a conclusion; rather, the different parts interweave to form a
Gewebe [fabric] where each thread takes its full meaning only in constella-
tion with the others. Thus, the excursion on Adorno and the student
movement is illuminated by the reflections on Adorno’s solidarity with the
torturable body, as is the chapter on his critique of Heidegger; the medita-
tion on childhood is informed by the analysis of Dialectic of Enlightenment;
the last chapter on art, where Auschwitz is less prominent, can only be
understood in the light of the two preceding ones and their reflections on
suffering; etc. While the nonidentical is the centerpiece of this study, it is
not the object of inquiry in a conventional sense. “Philosophy is essentially
not expoundable”, Adorno wrote in Negative Dialectic, a difficulty that
seems particularly true in his case, and that anyone setting out to expound
Adorno’s thought will run up against. Rather than a systematic analysis
(which neither the nonidentical nor Adorno’s thoughts about it are con-
ducive to), I therefore propose a reflection around the nonidentical in
which its meanings and implications gradually crystallize. Through a con-
stellation of analyses stemming from an immanent reading of Adorno’s
work, I hope to bring to light the many dimensions of the nonidentical
and present a broad exposition of the thought that strives to give it a voice.
Constellations also inform my approach to sources. No essay in Adorno’s
work stands on its own, no single work finds its full meaning without
drawing from his other writings. Thus, Aesthetic Theory must be read in a
constant dialogue with Negative Dialectic and the writings surrounding it.
Dialectic of Enlightenment comes into its own in Negative Dialectic, and
6 O. C. SILBERBUSCH
And I would say that in this possibility lies for all of us, and particularly for
you, a kind of obligation, to really reflect, and not to let the mental [geis-
tige] activity be subordinated to the general hustle and bustle; therein lies
something like a moral obligation, that the state of reality puts on you as
much as on me. It is certainly not only for spiritual reasons that the world
has not been changed, but it probably also hasn’t been changed because it
has been too little interpreted. (VND 88–9/58)
More than fifty years later, Adorno’s summons rings no less true. The
need for interpretation has hardly diminished, and Adorno’s advice to his
students to “seriously reflect” and to “not let the mental activity be subor-
dinated to the general hustle and bustle” has acute relevance in a time of
universal distraction, where sound bites and discursive performances tend
to crowd out serious reflection, and where digestibility and Like-ability
often trump the desire to get to the bottom of things. Meanwhile, the
INTRODUCTION 7
1
Cambodia, Rwanda, and more recently Sudan and Myanmar prove Adorno’s point that
“all these things continue in Africa and Asia and are only suppressed because civilized human-
ity is as always inhumane against those it shamelessly brands as uncivilized” (ND
6:281–2/285–6).
2
Adorno, “Warum Philosophie?” in GS 10.2:471.
CHAPTER 2
But even if it has always been like this, although neither Genghis Khan nor
the British colonial administration systematically burst the lungs of millions
of people with gas, the eternity of the horror reveals itself in the fact that
each of its new forms surpasses the older ones. What persists is not an invari-
able quantum of suffering but its progress towards hell. (…) He who sees
the death camps as a technical mishap in civilization’s victory march, the
martyrdom of the Jews as world-historically indifferent, not only falls short
of the dialectic view but inverses the meaning of his own politics: to halt the
worst. (…). In other words, to abstract out the historically unchanged is not
neutral scientific objectivity, but serves—even where factually accurate—as
the smoke screen behind which the graspable and therefore assailable is lost
to sight. (…) Auschwitz cannot be brought into an analogy with the destruc-
tion of the Greek city-states as a mere gradual increase of the horror, before
which one can keep one’s peace of mind. Rather, the unprecedented torture
and humiliation of those deported in cattle cars sheds its glaring, deadly
light on even the most remote past, in whose dull, planless violence the
scientifically contrived was already teleologically contained. The identity lies
in the nonidentity, in the unprecedented that denounces what precedes it.
The phrase that things are always the same is untrue in its immediacy, true
only through the dynamics of totality. He who forsakes the awareness of the
growth of the horror not only succumbs to cold-hearted contemplation, but
fails to see, with the specific difference between the newest and what pre-
cedes it, the true identity of the whole, of terror without end (MM
4:267–8/234–5).
trees that we can then filter according to our needs at that particular
moment (trees give shade, trees have branches that we can use as fire
wood, some trees bear fruit, etc.), or we can further identify the tree as a
particular kind of tree, a member of the subcategory fruit trees or pine
trees. Most of this identification happens unconsciously, unless we make a
particular effort to name the species of tree we are looking at. It is what
our mind has been trained to do from a very early age, even before we
could speak, when pointing at the tree—any tree—in our board book
elicited the parent’s clearly articulated response: “Tree!” The ability to
recognize what a particular object “falls under”, to use Adorno’s words,
“of what it is a specimen”, is intimately correlated to our ability to speak
at all. If we couldn’t identify an object as a specimen, it would be nearly
impossible to name it, as we would have to give a new name to every single
thing we encounter. This would not only be a paralyzing challenge, it
would also eliminate the possibility of communication, as every individual
would be the first Adam all over again, giving everything he encounters a
new name. The result would be a new Babel infinitely more isolating than
God had in mind.5
Identifying is thus a necessary corollary to human existence. Adorno
was acutely aware of this. As he wrote in Negative Dialectic: “The appear-
ance of identity is intrinsic to thinking in its pure form. Thinking means
identifying” (ND 6:17/5). Why, then, is Adorno attacking it so virulently?
What makes him say that “identity thinking has been throughout history
a deadly thing, the all-consuming” (JE 6:506/139)? The problem is that
identity thinking does not stop at trees. It encompasses everything abstract
and concrete our mind comes in contact with, it determines the u nderlying
5
The inescapability of identity thinking and the elusiveness of the nonidentical has led
some critics to discard Adorno’s point as banal. Robert Pippin writes on Adorno’s effort to
salvage the nonidentical that “in practice, this seems little more than applying concepts in
such a way that an asterisk is always somehow present or implied, as if to add to the invoking
of a term such as ‘factory’ or ‘welfare’ or ‘husband’ or ‘statue’: Caution: Concepts just used
not adequate to the sensuous particulars that might fall under them”. He calls the insight a
“platitude” (Pippin, The Persistence of Subjectivity. On the Kantian Aftermath. Cambridge
University Press, 2005), 105. Pippin accurately describes the “ethical gesture” of Negative
Dialectic as “a reminder of sorts ‘to remember the forgotten nonidentical,’ a plea for fini-
tude, humility, to acknowledge in some way what is lost in conceptual codification, to own
up to nonconceptualizable sensuous particularity and something like its ethical claim on us.”,
but considers the gesture “very weak” (ibid.). I hope that my reconstruction of Adorno’s
thought will reveal the nonidentical as anything but a platitude, and the ethical gesture
behind it as forceful and demanding.
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forty, it is his first major work of philosophy, the first of a triad of three
magna opera of which the following one, Negative Dialectic, was to be
published only twenty years later, while the third, Aesthetic Theory, would
still be in progress at the time of Adorno’s death in 1969. Dialectic of
Enlightenment contains many of Adorno’s first forays into themes that he
would develop extensively in his later work. In the preface to the second
edition in 1969, he and Horkheimer point to the “temporal core” of truth
to concede that “we do not stand by everything that is said in the book in
its original form.” (DA 3:9/xi). At the same time, Adorno always remained
loyal to his early work, insisting as late as 1965 in an open letter to Max
Horkheimer that Dialectic of Enlightenment “remained philosophically
binding for [him]”.6
From the very first sentences of Dialectic of Enlightenment, Adorno and
Horkheimer name the “calamity” that their book is up against:
“Enlightenment, understood in the widest sense as the advance of thought,
has from its outset aimed at liberating human beings from fear and install-
ing them as masters. Yet the wholly enlightened Earth is radiant with tri-
umphant calamity [Unheil]” (DA 3:19/1). The seemingly puzzling fact
that Hitler’s calamitous Nazi Germany is triumphant in the midst of the
“enlightened Earth” is the paradox they want to comprehend: “What we
had set out to do was nothing less than to explain why humanity, instead
of entering a truly human state, was sinking into a new kind of barbarism”
(DA 3:11/xiv). A first hint at a possible answer is given in the very same
sentences that state the paradox, as the authors, through their choice of
words, seem to suggest that the triumphant calamity may have been lurk-
ing in the ideals of Enlightenment all along: The latter’s first and foremost
goal is not, as one might have expected, the moral and intellectual advance-
ment of man, but “to [liberate] human beings from fear and [to install]
them as masters” (DA 3:19/1). The word master has ambiguous conno-
tations; it implies force, ruthlessness, oppression. Where there is a master,
there is a slave. And even though we are not yet told who, or what, the
slave of the new enlightened masters is, the disaster of the following sen-
tence seems already at least potentially contained in the opening.
Simultaneously, the language creates a connection between the ideals of
Enlightenment and their perverted realization in Hitler’s Third Reich
even before the latter is mentioned. Indeed, the word “masters” (the
German “Herren”) is anything but neutral in the 1940s. The concept of
6
Adorno, “Offener Brief an Max Horkheimer”, in GS 20.1:162.
THE FATE OF THE NONIDENTICAL: AUSCHWITZ AND THE DIALECTIC… 17
But only exaggeration is true. The essential nature of the preceding history
is the appearance of utmost horror in the particular. A statistical compilation
of those slaughtered in a pogrom that also includes the mercifully shot,
conceals its essence, which emerges only in an exact description of the
exception, the worst torture (DA 3:139/92–3).
According to this reading, the Shoah is that very “worst torture”, the
“utmost horror” in the particular which alone can give us a glimpse of the
nature of the whole—in other words, of the enlightened civilization that
brought it forth or, at the very least, was not able to prevent it.
What concept of Enlightenment lies behind such a devastating claim?
The term Enlightenment commonly designates the socio-historical
7
Quoted in Theodor W. Adorno, Max Horkheimer, Briefwechsel 1927–1969. Band 1:
1927–1937 (Frankfurt a. M.: Suhrkamp, 2003), 107–8.
8
Ibid., 105.
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9
Immanuel Kant, “Beantwortung der Frage: Was ist Aufklärung?” in Kant, Werke, Band
9, edited by Wilhelm Weischedel (Wiesbaden: Insel, 1957), 53.
10
Ibid.
11
Max Weber, “Wissenschaft als Beruf”, in Politik und Gesellschaft (Frankfurt a. M.:
Zweitausendeins, 2006), 1025.
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For Enlightenment is as totalitarian as any system. Its untruth does not lie in
the analytical method, the reduction to elements, the disintegration through
reflection that its romantic enemies have always accused it of, but in its
assumption that the trial’s outcome is decided in advance. When in mathe-
matics the unknown becomes the unknown in an equation, it is made into
something long known even before the value has been calculated. Nature,
before and after quantum theory, is what must be apprehended mathemati-
cally; even what cannot be assimilated, the insoluble and irrational, is fenced
in by mathematical theorems (DA 3:41/18).
Turned from instrument to constituent, human reason took the place left
empty by God. It inherited the latter’s unquestioned authority—without
the content. Thus, an empty vessel: rational thought, susceptible to be
filled with any content that passes the litmus test of the principle of non-
contradiction, found itself invested with the same boundless power that
was once attributed to the immutable word of God alone. Dialectic of
Enlightenment locates the beginnings of this dangerous shift in the specifi-
cally German historical experience of Luther’s Reformation—the starting
point of a gradual secularization which, by demystifying the transcendent
and transferring more and more of its power to man, gradually created a
new potential of allegiance: “The attempt made by faith under Protestantism
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to locate the principle of truth, which transcends faith and without which
faith cannot exist, directly in the word, as in primeval times, and to restore
the symbolic power of the word, was paid for by obedience to the word,
but not to the holy one” (DA 3:36/14). Once more, we sense an unspo-
ken connection to the events that unfolded in Europe as these words were
being written. Countless documents show that blind obedience to the
unholy word of man played an important role in the Shoah.12 Adorno
would witness it with his own eyes when in 1953, he worked on the
famous Gruppenexperiment, a collective field study by the—freshly
reopened—Institute of Social Research in Frankfurt on the reactions of
the German people to the German guilt. Facilitating group conversations
with randomly chosen samples of adult Germans, he was given striking
demonstrations as to where the unholy “obedience to the word” can lead.
One example is a particularly gruesome discussion in which the partici-
pants talk about German soldiers shooting Jewish women with babies in
their arms:
A.: The soldiers, they didn’t tell them anything. They told the soldiers: This
one is to be shot and that’s it. A soldier must obey, right. They weren’t
allowed to protest against that. Where would this lead to, if a soldier does
what he wants…
(Shouts: Yes, of course!)
In times of war? A soldier, he must obey. That’s what the other nations
do too after all. They shoot us dead too, right, they also follow an order
from their…13
12
The problematic role played in Germany by the values of obedience and duty play a
prominent role in Adorno’s critique of Kant, see Chap. 3 below.
13
Adorno, Schuld und Abwehr, GS 9:217.
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own” in totalitarianism. When the former turns “from the instrument, the
instance of revision, of reflection, to the constituent”, it becomes a power-
ful tool in the hands of those who determine the rules, recruitable for even
the most immoral cause. Accountable to nothing but the laws of reason,
man is the new all-powerful god:
In the face of the unity of such reason the distinction between God and man
is reduced to precisely the irrelevance that reason steadfastly pointed to since
the earliest critique of Homer. In their mastery over nature, the creating
God and the ordering mind are alike. Man’s likeness to God consists in
sovereignty over existence, in the lordly gaze, in the command. (DA
3:25/5–6)
The fact that the “command”, contrary to the disenthroned biblical com-
mandments, is open to receive any content whatsoever, makes dogmatic
reason potentially far more dangerous than a dogmatic God. Whereas
Christian religion—the repressive and aggressive excesses of the Church
notwithstanding—is built on the core moral values of the Ten
Commandments (notably “Thou shall’st not kill”), reason has no core nor
anchor, it is value-neutral, amoral. “Each of the Ten Commandments is
declared void by the tribunal of formal reason” (DA 3:136/91)—but the
void is not filled. In this vacuum lies, according to Adorno and Horkheimer,
one of reason’s major challenges. “Reason”, they write, “is the organ of
calculation, of plan, against goals it is neutral, its element is coordination”
(DA 3:107/69). Reason alone is neither good nor bad, it is morally indif-
ferent. A mere tool, a frame:
As long as one does not ask who is applying it, reason has no greater affinity
with violence than with mediation; depending on the situation of individu-
als and groups, it makes appear either peace or war, tolerance or repression
as the given state of affairs. Because it unmasks substantial goals as the power
of nature over mind, as curtailment of its own self-legislation, reason, as a
purely formal entity, is at the service of every natural interest. (DA 3:106/68)
take further the diagnosis that he and Horkheimer arrived at two decades
earlier, continuing in many respects where Dialectic of Enlightenment left
off. In the latter, morality is examined primarily through the lens of the
writings of the Marquis de Sade, in a reading that leaves the foundations
of Western ethics profoundly shaken. In their analysis, Adorno and
Horkheimer claim that Sade’s amoral world of orgies, murder and deprav-
ity is but the world of formalistic reason driven to its ultimate consequence.
They commend him for being one of the very few who “spoke the shock-
ing truth”, who “did not pretend that formalistic reason had a closer affin-
ity to morality than to immorality” (DA 3:139/92) and depicted “up to
the very details (…) ‘reason without guidance from something other’, in
other words, the bourgeois subject liberated from tutelage” (DA
3:106/48). Sade’s protagonist Juliette is the “good philosopher, (…) cool
and reflected” (DA 3:124/81), she “has science as her credo” and despises
everything that is not rationally provable, like the belief in God, “obedi-
ence to the ten commandments, the precedence of good over evil (…)”
(DA 3:116/76). Clairwil, another central personage, calls pity a “weak-
ness” and praises her “stoicism”, the “calm of her passions” which allow
her “to do everything and to endure everything without emotion” (DA
3:121/79–80). Clairwil’s words—which the authors quote from Sade—
echo eerily with an infamous passage of a speech that Heinrich Himmler,
head of the SS, gave to his officers in October 1943. Himmler talks about
the “difficult chapter (…) of the extermination of the Jews”: “Most of you
will know what it means when 100 bodies lie together, when there are
500, or when there are 1000. And to have endured this, and—with the
exception of rare cases of human weakness—to have remained decent, has
made us hard and is a page of glory never mentioned and never to be
mentioned.”17 In Dialectic of Enlightenment, Sade’s books are seen as
prophecies, which through the description of some particularly ruthless
versions of “the bourgeois subject liberated from heteronomy” anticipate
what would happen in Germany a little over a century after Sade’s death—
something much worse than Sade could ever have imagined. As Adorno
and Horkheimer write: “Compared to the mindset and the deeds of the
masters of fascism, in which mastery came into its own, the enthusiastic
account of the life of Brisa-Testa, in which the former are foreshadowed,
pales to familiar banality” (DA 3:139/93). In the light of the words and
17
Heinrich Himmler to 92 leading SS officers on October 4, 1943 in Posen. Quoted in
“Heinrich Himmler und die beiden Posener Reden” in Die Welt, 11.3.2007.
26 O. C. SILBERBUSCH
18
In an interesting comparison of Adorno and Cavell, Martin Shuster points out a parallel
between Adorno’s view of the silenced nonidentical, and Cavell’s moral perfectionism,
which, in Cavell’s own words, portrays “its vision of social as well as of individual misery less
in terms of poverty than in terms of imprisonment, or voicelessness.” See Shuster, “Nothing
to Know. The Epistemology of Moral Perfectionism in Adorno and Cavell” in Idealistic
Studies, Volume 44, Issue 1, 2014, 9.
19
Foster points to the affinity of Dialectic of Enlightenment’s account of the impoverish-
ment of cognition and experience with Bergson’s reading of selective perception. In Matière
et Mémoire, Bergson writes “The error [of empiricism] is not to value experience too highly,
but on the contrary to substitute true experience, that which originates in the immediate
contact of the mind with its object, an experience that is disarticulated and in consequence,
no doubt, distorted.” Quoted in Foster, Adorno: The Recovery of Experience, 116.
20
Letter by Adorno to Hans Paeschke (the editor of the journal Merkur), 13.2.48,
Deutsches Literaturarchiv Marbach. Mediennr.: HS001886845.
28 O. C. SILBERBUSCH
21
Adorno gave the first draft of Negative Dialectic the title “On the Theory of Spiritual
Experience”. See VND 227/183.
22
Roger Foster defines spiritual experience in the following terms: “What is distinctive
about spiritual experience is that the multilayered relations of a thing with other things out-
side it, and eventually the entirety of its context, are allowed to inform the cognitive signifi-
cance of that thing.” Foster, Adorno: The Recovery of Experience, 2.
23
Adorno, “Graeculus (II). Notizen zu Philosophie und Gesellschaft 1943–1969” in
Frankfurter Adorno Blätter VIII (München: text + kritik, 2003), 29.
24
See Chap. 3 below.
30 O. C. SILBERBUSCH
nature within himself and without, just as his enlightened brethren will do
2500 years later, Odysseus alienates himself more and more from it, until
“ironically, inexorable nature, which he commands, triumphs by making
him return home as inexorable as itself, as judge and avenger the heir of
the powers from which he escaped” (DA 3:73/38–9). Odysseus wins, but
the price is high. Victory is attained by submission of the natural impulse
to the iron will, exemplified most strikingly when Odysseus has himself
tied to the mast of his ship so as not to give in to the temptation of the
luring songs of the sirens. The ship sails by with Odysseus unvanquished,
the scar of having resisted to the enchanting voices his legacy to the post-
mythical world. Without knowing, he has made a first step towards the
perfect enlightened bourgeois: strong-willed, unmoved, feelings under
control. The price continues to be paid: “Terrible things did men have to
do to themselves before the self, the identical, purposive, virile character of
man was formed, and something of that recurs in every childhood” (DA
3:50/26). Odysseus shows the way, and pursues his educational journey
with Circe, the lustful enchantress that turns all Odysseus’ companions
into pigs, yet gives herself freely to him because he was the only one to
resist her—the only one to respect the prohibition of love:
On the pleasure that she grants, she sets a price: that pleasure has been dis-
dained. (…) In the transition from saga to story, she makes a decisive con-
tribution to bourgeois coldness. Her behavior is an enactment of the
prohibition of love that later on would all the stronger assert itself the more
love as ideology had to deceive about the hatred between competitors. In
the world of exchange, he who gives more is in the wrong; the one who
loves, however, is always the one who loves more. (DA 3:91–2/57)
In the world of exchange and rational equations, the one who loves is in
the wrong—and so is the one who takes pity, for he is moved to action,
and therefore gives, without thinking about the possible return. Nietzsche,
one of those who Adorno and Horkheimer praise for “not having warded
off the consequences of Enlightenment by harmonistic doctrines” but
instead “having declared the shocking truth” (DA 3:139/92), expressed
the “quintessence of that doctrine: ‘The weak and failed must perish: first
principle of our philanthropy. And they should even be helped with it’”
(DA 3:117/76). The weak should be helped perishing, not helped surviv-
ing, for their survival only hinders the strong and powerful. In the purpose-
driven world of rational thought, they are as useless and as alien as
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25
The view that the Jews owed their relative security solely to the authority of the ruling
power keeping the people in check was particularly widespread in nineteenth century Austria-
Hungary (see e.g. Joseph S. Bloch, Der nationale Zwist und die Juden in Österreich, Wien:
M. Gottlieb, 1886). More recently, the idea has been revived by the French philosopher
Jean-Claude Milner, who, borrowing the terminology of pays légal (legal country) and pays
réel (real country) coined with very different intentions by Charles Maurras, the right-wing
ideologist of the Action Française, depicts the history of Jewish emancipation in the nine-
teenth century as a very tense set-up, where Jews owe their revocable liberty only to the fact
that the pays légal rules against the pays réel and keeps it at bay. Every once in a while, how-
ever, the pays réél breaks through, thus laying bare the utmost fragility of the structure. The
Dreyfus affair and its outbreak of popular antisemitism was for Milner one such incidence of
the pays réél unleashed, with the pays légal finally taking the upper hand one last time. See
Jean-Claude Milner, Le juif de savoir (Paris: Grasset, 2006). The antidemocratic undercur-
rent of this reading is self-evident.
32 O. C. SILBERBUSCH
26
Apart from Daniel Goldhagen’s Hitler’s Willing Executioners: Ordinary Germans and the
Holocaust (New York: Knopf, 1996), accounts of ordinary coldness can be found in Ernst
Klee and Willy Dressen and Volker Riess, “Schöne Zeiten”: Judenmord aus der Sicht der Täter
und Gaffer (Frankfurt a. M.: Fischer, 1988).
27
Hans Mayer [Jean Améry], “Zur Psychologie des deutschen Volkes” in Werke. Band 2,
507.
28
Ibid.
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29
Foster, Adorno: The Recovery of Experience, 13.
30
Adorno’s diagnosis of increasing fungibility in the private sphere takes on a new meaning
in the age of dating apps, unfriending and cybersex.
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But the sanctitiy of the hic et nunc, the uniqueness of the chosen victim into
which its substitutional status blends, distinguishes it radically, makes it non-
exchangeable in the exchange. Science puts an end to this. In it there is no
specific representation. There are sacrificed animals, but no God.
Representation turns into universal fungibility. An Atom is smashed not as a
substitute, but as a specimen of matter, and the rabbit that suffers the tor-
ment of the laboratory is not seen as a substitute, but mistaken for a mere
exemplar. (DA 3:26/6–7)
Through the unexpected examples of a split atom and a rabbit destined for
vivisection, the authors point to the potentially deadly violence inherent in
universal fungibility, to its complicity with the clear conscience of the
killer. Neither Adorno nor Horkheimer could know that, as they were
writing these lines, not rabbits, but millions of human beings were reduced
to redundant exemplars of a subhuman race and put through the torment
of a sophisticated system of extermination. Even though there is no teleo-
logical inevitability leading from fungibility to genocide, the latter can be
seen as one potential consequence of the former. Genocide happens when
an entire people are deindividualized to such an extent that the men,
women and children that compose it come to represent nothing more
than exemplars of a collective to be annihilated—which is precisely what
happened in Germany. In the carefully orchestrated process of dehuman-
ization that characterized the Shoah, the victims were gradually stripped
of their individuality and turned first into a Jew, then into a number, and
finally into an anonymous corpse destined to go up in smoke. While
Adorno did not, in Dialectic of Enlightenment, make an explicit link
between the fungibility he denounced and the Nazi genocide (which at
that time he did not, as I pointed out, grasp in all its horror), he would
draw the connection in Negative Dialectic:
What the sadists told their victims in the camp: Tomorrow, you will come
out of this chimney as smoke and rise to heaven, reveals the indifference of
each individual life: even in their formal freedom, they are as fungible and
replaceable as under the blows of the liquidators. (ND 6:355/362)
One may rightly ask whether the analogy is not a little bit too swiftly
drawn here between a concentration camp inmate slated for extermination
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31
As Martin Shuster writes, “Adorno’s work is exactly guided by the idea that we need not
wait for or wonder about some imaginary future where the human ‘vanishes’, but rather such
a vanishing is happening every day under the influence of later capitalism; the ordinary just
is the site of our vanishing humanity, for example in the form of the culture industry and the
conformity it leaves in its wake.” Shuster, “Nothing to Know”, 8–9.
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and felt fungibility of the lower 95%, which Adorno and Horkheimer see
cemented in turn by a culture industry set on leveling out differences.
The “pure nothingness” caused by universal fungibility, the false egali-
tarianism that makes everybody equally irrelevant, pushes some to rebel
against their insignificance by creating a new hierarchy: one based on dif-
ferences between subgroups, composed not of individuals, but of replace-
able specimens. Thus, fungibility becomes intimately entangled with what
appears at first sight to be its opposite: the separation between in-group
and out-group, the singling out of a person (on account of their race,
religion, skin color, etc.) as someone inferior to be despised.
Richard Whitmore returned without having seen either Colonel Pease or his
daughter, so was unable to answer the volley of questions by which he was
assailed.
"Miss Pease was comfortably established at the hotel selected by her brother,
and had received a telegram announcing his arrival. She hoped to see him
almost immediately. I thought it better not to intrude upon such a meeting by
staying until he came," he replied.
Miss Pease wrote letters which showed that she was brimming over with
gladness; but as the days went on a difficulty arose as to her return to Mere
Side.
"My brother has much business to attend to, and will have a great deal of
travelling before he can settle down. There is no one but myself to look after
Norah. What can I do but stay with the child?"
"Bring her here, I should say," suggested Mina. "By all accounts she knows
very little of her native country, for she went to India a tiny child, came back,
lost her mother, and since then has wandered to and fro on the earth under
her aunt's wing. May she come here, Dick, and enjoy a summer holiday in
England?"
"I can have no objection, dear. In fact, it is the best possible solution to the
difficulty. Then we shall get our dear little house-mother back again, and as
soon as Colonel Pease can spare time for a rest he shall come too, if he will.
Mere Side will be a real home for him amongst you girls, until he can fix on
one for himself. He means to buy a handsome place somewhere."
Miss Pease was delighted when the cordial invitation came, and actually
written in Gertrude's hand. She was longing for the dear niece to meet the
girls to whom she was so warmly attached, and she was utterly weary of hotel
life after a fortnight's experience, and with but little of her brother's society,
owing to unavoidable causes. So she sent a grateful acceptance on North's
behalf, and herself carried to Mere Side a message from Colonel Pease, who
promised to spend his first spare week there.
The little lady was warmly welcomed by the Whitmore girls on her return, and
her niece was also received in a manner that charmed both. They were all,
however, surprised to find that the new guest, though a girl, was about Mina's
age, instead of Molly's.
The latter expressed what the rest felt when, after embracing Miss Pease with
equal vigour and affection, she exclaimed, "Why, your niece is a grown-up
young lady. I thought she was a girl like me, and that we should all call her
Norah."
"She will be very much distressed if you call her anything else," said the girl
herself. "I am very sorry for the misapprehension, but you must please not
blame my aunt for it. The mistake she made was not a wilful one."
"The fact is, Molly dear, that I never calculated on Norah being grown-up any
more than you did, but kept picturing her as very much the same as when I
last saw her, forgetting that Time had not stood still with the child any more
than with the rest of us."
They felt that Miss Pease had been herself mistaken, and when she added,
"You must not like my Norah any less on account of her aunt's blunder," a
chorus of welcoming words came from the girls, after which the young guest
was conveyed to her room.
"I think she is one of the most charming young creatures I ever saw," said Jo,
and Mina echoed the expression.
"I quite agree with you both," was the answer; and in her heart she added, "I
wish she were not so charming."
Richard was absent when the arrival took place, but on his return in the early
evening, he glanced towards the doorway, and saw not only his pet Molly on
the look-out for his coming, but a sort of glorified Molly near her.
It was a girl with hair of the same shade and a very fair complexion, but taller
and slenderer than his robust young sister. He could see the perfect profile,
and was sure the eyes were beautiful, though he could not discern their
colour. But whilst the features were so fine and delicately cut, there was
nothing of the mere statue-like beauty in the face as a whole. On the contrary,
those who might be at first attracted by the almost perfect features, would
forget these in the greater beauty of expression and the wonderful charm of
manner which Norah Pease possessed.
Richard Whitmore did not see all this at once. But he noted the figure of a girl
in a simple dress of dainty Dacca muslin, only relieved by pale blue bows, and
he thought it exactly suited the place. Norah was not looking in his direction,
but towards something which Molly was pointing out in the distance, and he
slackened his steps in order to take in the sweet picture more fully.
Miss Pease saw him coming, and met him at the door to exchange greetings,
and to be welcomed back by Richard himself. As they crossed the hall
together, Molly, who had become aware of her brother's presence, rushed to
meet him.
"Come, Dick," she said, "and be introduced to Norah. She is older than I am
by more than three years, and not a schoolgirl, but she is just as nice."
Miss Pease was about to introduce Norah to her host in due form, but Molly
spared her the trouble by saying, "Norah, this is Brother Dick. He is such a
darling, and so is she, Dick. You are sure to like one another. Are they not,
Miss Pease?" turning to her elder friend.
"Indeed I hope so," said Richard; and, quite naturally, Norah echoed the wish.
"I can hardly feel strange here," she added, "for my aunt has written so much,
and, since we met, talked so much about every one at Mere Side, that I
almost thought I was going to meet five more cousins, and had a sense of
extra riches in consequence."
"Cousins do not seem such very near relatives after all," said Molly, in a
meditative tone. "Sisters are better. I should like you for one, Norah."
Miss Pease was just a little scandalized at Molly's freedom of speech, and
said, "My dear, you talk too fast. I am afraid Richard spoils you too much."
"This window is the most charming nook I ever saw," said Nora. "I can
scarcely bear to leave it. And what a wealth of roses you have! The varieties
seem endless."
"If you are not too tired, will you come and look at them before dinner? You
want some flowers to wear, do you not? My sisters always like to have them
and to choose for themselves."
"That is the best of all," said Norah. "I would rather have a knot of wild-flowers
that I gathered for myself than the finest bouquet that could be bought ready
put together by an accomplished gardener."
She turned to leave the recess, but at the instant something struck violently
against the glass and startled her. On looking she could see nothing.
"Do not be alarmed," said Richard. "This is a thing which, unfortunately, often
happens. A poor bird has flown against the pane, and probably wounded itself
so badly that it will die. As the creatures can see through the glass, they
cannot understand that it offers a solid obstacle to their flight, and many are
killed in this way. It is the only drawback to my enjoyment of this window. Will
you not come out this way?" And Richard stepped out through the open sash,
and offered his hand to assist Norah in following.
There upon the ground, feebly fluttering, lay a fine thrush, wounded to death.
Tears sprang into Norah's eyes as she saw it, but, happily, the pains of the
injured bird were not of long duration. A moment after she first saw it the
movement ceased.
Richard picked up the dead thrush, and gently stroked its glossy feathers,
then laid it down amongst some shrubs, saying, "It shall be buried by and by.
You may think me sentimental for a man, but I do not like to cover the poor
little body with earth whilst it is warm with the life that has but just fled."
"I think you feel just as I do. Why should a man be less pitiful than a girl?"
replied Norah.
Richard smiled in reply, and led the way to the roses, for his guest to make
choice amongst them. At first he had felt sorry that Norah should be with only
her aunt and Molly, beside himself, for the other girls were engaged at a tennis
party, to which they had been invited before they knew when Miss Pease
would return. But he never forgot that evening which seemed to bring the girl
guest and himself so near together, and that night he dreamed of the slender
white-robed figure framed by the angle window.
Day followed day, and each developed some new charm in Norah. She had
travelled much, and had a well-stored mind, without the smallest taint of
pedantry. She was a born musician, but though her voice was well cultivated,
she owed less to her teachers than to her natural gifts, and when she sang,
none could help listening with delight.
The Whitmore girls loved her. Even Gertrude felt the spell, for with all Norah
was so sweet, frank, tender, and natural, that she won hearts without effort.
She had won one that hitherto had never been stirred in like manner, for
Richard Whitmore had given to Norah all the love of which his large heart was
capable.
Outsiders began to smile as they saw the young master of Mere Side so
constant in his attendance on his graceful guest. Miss Sharp found something
new to talk about, and whispered to gossips like herself, that any one could
see what Miss Pease had brought Norah to Saltshire for. She had fished for
an invitation for her niece in order to get her a rich husband. How hard it
would be for those four girls to give place to a chit like that!
Gentle Miss Pease had her qualms of conscience lest she might be misjudged
in this matter, though she knew her brother's only child would be a rich
heiress, and no unsuitable mate in that respect for Richard Whitmore.
And Gertrude! She was not blind. She guessed her brother's secret, but said
nothing, though a fierce combat was going on within her. Self was battling
against her love for Richard, and that which Norah had wrung from her in spite
of her will. She felt how well suited they were to each other, and yet she could
not endure the idea of Richard taking to himself a wife.
The other girls had no such feelings, but would have welcomed Norah as a
sister with open arms.
Week followed week, and it was near the end of August. Still Norah stayed on
at Mere Side, and waited in expectation of her father's coming, and still he
was prevented from joining her there. His letters were frequent and full of
regrets, though he expressed the hope that present self-denial would lead to
satisfactory results, and that when these business matters were settled, a
future of rest would be before him.
She could not bear to tell the contents, but passed it for her aunt to read
aloud, and Miss Pease began, "My dearest Eleanor."
"I thought your name was just Norah," said Molly. "I am always called so,
because—"
Someone entered at the moment, and stopped the girl from telling why her
name had been thus abridged, and Miss Pease continued—
"I am really grieved that after all I cannot at present join you at Mere Side, and
have the pleasure of personally thanking Mr. Whitmore and his sisters for all
their kindness and of making their acquaintance. I must hope for this at some
future time."
"You, dear Eleanor, must come to me with as little delay as possible. I should
like you to meet me on Thursday, and on Saturday I purpose going on to
Paris, where your aunt and cousins now are. A family matter requires that we
should meet. Indeed, she wants my help, and, after all her goodness to you, it
would ill become me to hesitate, if I can be of use to her. Nelly and Beatrice
are in a state of wild delight at the prospect of seeing you."
"Your aunt's maid, Carter, has been visiting her old mother in Lincolnshire, and
I have arranged that she shall bring you from Mere Side, or rather from
Salchester, where she will meet with you, travel to town with you, and cross
with us to the Continent. This plan will prevent your causing any
inconvenience to your aunt."
There were further messages of thanks, regards, and regrets, and then the
letter ended, amid a chorus of groans from the listeners.
Norah's face had grown pale, and Richard's had on it an expression of pain
that was unmistakable.
He had waited, like the honourable man he was, for the coming of Colonel
Pease before speaking to Norah. He thought it would not be right to declare
his affection for the daughter until the father had seen him, and had an
opportunity of judging of his character.
He must not speak now, for this was Wednesday, and on the morrow the girl
was to leave. The bustle of preparation had to be got over, and at ten o'clock
in the morning Norah must be ready to depart.
So much had to be crowded into so short a time that there was little leisure for
uttering vain regrets, though a running fire of these was kept up on all sides
through the day and during the gathering together of Norah's belongings.
"Shall you have any spare time?" asked Richard at luncheon. "Or will it be all
bustle until you step into the carriage?"
"I shall have the whole evening," replied Norah; "all the time, I mean, from four
o'clock. I could not do without a last happy night to look back upon. I can
never thank you all for your kindness to me."
"Thank us by coming back and bringing your father as soon as possible. For
the present, I, for one owe you much, Norah; so the balance is really on the
other side. My home was never so graced before," he added, with a smile and
a look which made a flush cover the girl's fair face, "or seemed so bright a
place to me."
"I will certainly come back to Mere Side, if I may, and bring my father too. You
ought to know each other. You only need to meet to be friends."
That afternoon they all had early tea on the terrace, and as they sat there the
old swallows circled round and round, feeding their young ones in the air, and
exercising them preparatory to the long flight before them. Down they came,
skimming the surface of the lake, which was all aglow with the rays of the
declining sun, dipping in its waters, and then gathering on the roof to plume
themselves after their bath.
"The swallows are getting ready for flight, like you, Norah," said Richard. "A
little while and they will all be gone. See, that is a hawk in the distance. I hope
he will not carry off any fledgling to-night."
"You know everything," she replied. "Birds, bees, trees, flowers are all familiar.
You only need a glance to name them."
"I have lived among them always. A country life has interest enough for me;
but I do sometimes wish to see more than these familiar objects, and, but for
an outcry among the girls, I should have joined a scientific expedition this last
spring. I could not leave the mother awhile back, or my sisters in their sorrow.
Perhaps I may give up the idea altogether," he added in a musing fashion,
"though there is such an expedition annually in connection with a society to
which I belong."
"I hope you will not be away when I—when my father comes to Mere Side,"
said Norah.
Later on in the twilight Norah sat at the piano and sang one song after
another, and then they stole an hour from sleep, and all talked of the happy
days they had spent together, and of their hope of meeting again. At the same
time on the following evening the swallows were skimming to and fro, but
Norah was gone, and the house seemed empty to its master, though all the
rest were left. But as he sat in the library, with his head leaning on his hand,
Richard saw neither books nor aught around him.
And Richard smiled to himself as he said, "The seat in the angle window, the
mother's seat, will be filled again, and I shall hear the dear voice that makes
my heart thrill as no other can, in place of the echo which memory gives me
now. For I felt her little hand tremble in mine, and though she said 'good-bye'
in a brave voice to all the rest, she could not say it to me, though her lips
parted and closed. I had her last look, and tears were shining in her eyes as
she gave it. They are speaking eyes, and they said to me, 'I am sorry to go,
but I will not forget my promise. I will come again.'"
CHAPTER VI.
THE FRAME HAS A PICTURE ONCE MORE.
NORAH wrote as soon as possible to tell of her arrival at Paris, and pour forth
on the same sheet her regrets at parting from the Whitmores, and her
pleasure in being with all her kith and kin. At first there seemed a prospect of
their returning to England; but later on, instead of hearing that a time was
fixed for their coming, news arrived of a contrary character. The doctors
advised Colonel Pease to winter at Cannes, in order that after so many years
spent in India, he might not be too suddenly exposed to the severity of the
season in England.
Once more came a message from the angle window which put an end to his
plans and froze to the death the glad hopes that he had been nourishing in his
heart.
Gertrude was sitting there with Miss Pease, reading a letter aloud, when he
entered the morning-room. She was not very fond of pet names, and often
called her sisters by theirs at fall length instead of using the diminutives, Mina
and Jo, and roused Molly's wrath by calling her Florence Mary. Since she had
been aware that Norah was only short for Eleanor, Gertrude usually spoke of
their late guest by her full name also.
As Richard entered the room he heard his sister say, "So Eleanor is actually
engaged to Sir Edward Peyton. Is it not rather a sudden affair?"
"Yes, Eleanor is engaged," said the little lady, all sympathetic smiles and
blushes. "Sometimes I think when such events occur, condolences would be
more fitting for those they leave behind. When there is but a single parent and
few children, or only one, a break brings pain as well as pleasure, even
though caused by marriage."
Richard begged Miss Pease to give his congratulatory messages, and then
stole away into the library to think over what he had heard, and find comfort as
best he might.
There was only one picture that came constantly before him, and that was the
angle window without an occupant, and a dying bird on the terrace below.
And Richard whispered to himself, "Just another wounded bird. I could almost
wish that I, too, had been injured even unto death. If it were not that I am
needed, specially by Molly, I should say it in earnest. As it is, I must run away,
lest the rest should see the wound."
Richard's mind was promptly made up. There was to be an expedition for the
purpose of observing a total eclipse of the sun, visible in Southern latitudes,
but not in England. He announced his intention of joining it, pleaded that he
wanted a shake-up, that he was growing old and rusty by dint of over-petting
and self-indulgence; and, in short, that he must go.
Before Miss Pease received another letter conveying a message of thanks for
his congratulations, Richard had completed his arrangements and was on his
way to Mauritius.
Whilst there he saw in the "Times," for February 27, an announcement of the
marriage, at Cannes, of Sir Edward Peyton, Bart., and Eleanor Pease. It was
simply worded, and as the "Queen" did not fall into his hands, Richard missed
many details about dresses, bridesmaids, etc., some of which might have
proved interesting.
He wondered a little that almost nothing was said in subsequent home letters
about this marriage. Miss Pease did just mention that Eleanor's wedding had
taken place, and there were allusions in some of his sisters' epistles to the
good match made by her niece, but Norah, as the Norah of Mere Side, was
not mentioned, or only in the most cursory way.
"Perhaps they guess," thought Richard, "and are silent for my sake. Thank
God, for Norah's! From all I have been able to ascertain she has married a
good man, and I pray that she may be happy. I would not grudge her to the
husband of her choice, but somehow I cannot believe that any tie existed
when she was with us. If I had only spoken, or gone when she did to meet her
father—but it is too late."
It was not until the May twelve months after leaving home that Richard
Whitmore set foot in England again.
He joined one scientific party after another, and went to and fro, adding much
to his store of knowledge, and finding in change of scene and the habit of
close observation, which gave him work for every day, the best remedy for the
wound which healed but slowly.
Then he had to come home, to open his hands for more wealth. A distant
cousin had left him thirty thousand pounds. When the news reached him he
said, "This, divided into four and added to the little belonging to the girls, will
give each of them ten thousand pounds, for the Maynards do not want it.
There will be more for them by and by, from their bachelor brother, for I shall
never marry now."
He did not tell them this, or even about the legacy at first. He had to hear of all
that had passed during his absence, to note that Molly, now turned seventeen,
was more like Norah Pease, slenderer and more thoughtful-looking than of
old.
It was Dick's absence that had made her the last. Little Miss Pease's hair was
greyer, but it just suited her delicately fresh complexion. Nina and Jo had
altered less than Molly, but Gertrude was the most changed of all.
There was a new light in her eyes, a softer flush on her cheek, a gentleness of
manner foreign to the old Gertrude. Molly's welcome was not more hearty
than hers, or her sisterly embrace more tender or more entirely voluntary than
was Gertrude's.
Nobody had told Richard anything, but he looked at his eldest sister and
guessed her secret rightly.
The girl had given her heart to a good, but not a rich man, one who at first
feared to offer his own to Miss Whitmore, of Mere Side, lest he should be
suspected of seeking a rich bride whose wealth would make amends for his
own small means.
For once Miss Sharp's tongue did good service without its being intended. Her
keen eyes, ever on the watch, detected something in Gertrude's manner
favourable to Mr. Kemble, of whose views she decided there could be no
doubt.
"He is in the Civil Service, and has an income of three hundred a year," said
Miss Sharp. "I dare say he thinks Gertrude Whitmore is an heiress, but I shall
open his eyes, and show that proud minx what he is really looking after."
Miss Sharp carried out her resolution, and managed to let Mr. Kemble's sister
and niece, visitors in the neighbourhood, know the exact amount to which
Miss Whitmore was entitled under her father's will. The result astonished her.
Gertrude told her brother this, sitting in the angle window, and with the moon
shining in thereat.
Dick kissed her, rejoiced with her, and told her there was no need to wait for
the advance of salary which Kemble was sure of in another year.
"True hearts should not be parted without a needs-be, my dear, and none
exists in your case," he said. Then he told her how he had always put by a
considerable portion of his income, in order that his sisters might not be
dowerless maidens.
"I counted on this sort of thing coming to one of you at a time, you know, and I
was fairly ready for your first turn, my dear, before something else happened,
which has given me at a stroke enough for you all."
He told her of the legacy, and the share he had mentally appropriated to
herself, then added, "As I am a cut-and-dried old bachelor, there will be more
for you in the long run."
Gertrude broke into a flood of passionate tears and sobs, and between these
she cried, "Dick, dear brother Dick, can you forgive me? I do not deserve
anything from you. I have been hard and selfish and ungrateful. I have tried to
make the others so, and cared nothing for your happiness, only how I could
keep all good things to myself. It was when I learned to love Bertram that I
knew what I had done to you."
The girl sank on her knees and hid her tearful face in her hands as she bowed
her head over Dick's lap, and her frame shook with sobs.
"You do forgive me, Dick. Your kind touch tells me so without words; but
please listen, I want you to know everything—" and the girl went on and laid
bare all the envy, ingratitude, and selfishness that had begun during that visit
to the Tindalls, and how these things had grown and for a long time influenced
her life for evil. "Then," she said, "you were so persistently loving that I began
to see the beauty of your life and disposition, and to loathe the ugliness of my
own—till Norah came."
Richard started at the mention of that name, and Gertrude felt his heart beat
fuller and faster.
"No one, not even I, could help loving Norah," she said, "and often I thought
what a perfect mate she would be for you, dear Dick; but I could not endure
the idea of her coming here as mistress and turning us all out of Mere Side. I
thought you cared for her, and she for you, but nothing came of it, only I was
glad when she went away, though I expected you and she would soon meet
again. You would have done so if you had not set out for Mauritius, for we
were invited to the wedding, only we did not go as you were absent."
"How could I have gone?" asked Dick, with a groan of anguish that went to the
listener's heart and told her something of what he had suffered.
"Then you did think it was Norah who married Sir Edward Peyton. I thought
you misunderstood, and yet I purposely held my tongue. I know what my
silence has done. I felt it when I realised what it would be if I were called on to
part with Bertram. You will never forgive me, never."
"For pity's sake tell me what you mean, Gertrude! I am not often so impatient,
but suspense will drive me mad. Is Norah married?"
"No, Dick, neither has she ever been engaged. Do you remember that
morning when Miss Pease was reading the colonel's letter, in which he called
his daughter 'Eleanor'? Nora was going to explain why she was never
addressed by it at her aunt's, but someone interrupted. She told me
afterwards that Eleanor was her grandmother's name, and that her elder
cousin bore it as well as herself. To distinguish between them, one was called
Nelly; that was the girl whom Miss Pease described as having been 'all
elbows' when she was just in her teens, and the other, our Eleanor, was Norah
to everybody. Nelly is Lady Peyton, and Norah is Norah Pease to-day."
"You must know all," she added. "All the rest believed that you knew which of
the girls was engaged to Sir Edward Peyton. I led them to think so, without
directly saying it; and though they had thought you cared for Norah, when you
went away so suddenly they concluded either that they had made a mistake
or that she had refused you. This is why they scarcely named her in letters."
"Are Colonel Pease and Norah in England?" asked Richard, in a voice unlike
his own, so moved was he.
"Yes; and they are coming here to-morrow. They were to have come together
so long ago, but they have been wintering abroad and travelling about with the
other family ever since."
"Thank God, I can, as I hope to be forgiven. He has overruled all for good—
even my rashness and blindness."
For a little moment Richard still held the weeping girl to his breast, and then
he kissed her once more, and, gently placing her on the seat whence he had
risen, left her alone in the moonlight.
The next day brought Norah and her father, and the first sight of the dear fair
face told Richard as plainly as words that she had come back unchanged, and
was glad to be there.
A few more happy days, and then Richard told the story of his love, and knew
that the treasure he desired above all others was his very own, with her
father's full consent.
He spoke and she listened, in the fittest place of all—the angle window, which
is no longer a frame without a picture. A white-robed figure sits on what was
once the mother's seat, and gives her husband an answering smile when he
looks in that direction from amongst the roses.
Colonel Pease has bought a fine estate in Saltshire, with a house on it ready
to his hand, and his gentle little sister presides over his domestic
arrangements.
Gertrude's home is in the outskirts of London; Mina will soon follow her sister's
example, and go to a new nest. The other girls will do as they have done
since Dick's marriage—flit between Mere Side and Overleigh, the colonel's
home; for the old soldier is never happier or Miss Pease more in her element
than when they have young faces about them.
It is said that Miss Sharp has greatly affected the society of Miss Pease since
she began her rule at Overleigh; but there is no fear for the colonel; he is too
old a soldier.
Brother Dick is as truly blessed as his unselfish nature deserves to be, now he
has quite recovered from the wound he received through the angle window.
A MERE FLIRTATION
CHAPTER I.
"IT seems strange that Dr. Connor should advise your going away again in
such lovely weather, and from a place to which other people come in search
of health. He might let you have a little peace."
"It is always a doctor's way. He must order something different from what you
have, however good that may be. I have everything that money can buy, and
instead of being allowed to enjoy it in peace, am sent hither and thither at the
doctor's will. Look at me, Norah. Am I like an invalid?"
Thus appealed to, Norah surveyed Jeannie as she lay back in a folding-chair
and challenged her scrutiny with a half-defiant air.
Truly there was nothing of an invalid about the girl. There was a rich colour on
her fair face, her figure was symmetrical, and the shapely hand on which her
curly head partly rested was plump and well-rounded. Norah thought there
was no trace of illness, and said so.
"The doctor should know what is best," she replied; "but as an invalid you
appear to me an utter fraud."
A ringing, musical laugh greeted these words, then Jeannie started from her
seat, kissed Norah, declared she always was a dear, sensible darling, whose
judgment was worth that of all the doctors put together, danced round the
room, and finally dropped panting into her seat again, with a considerably
heightened colour.
Norah noticed that Jeannie's hand was pressed to her side, and looked grave.
"Are you wise to indulge in such violent exercise?" she asked.
"Perhaps not, though it is only the having been pampered and waited on hand
and foot that has made me so susceptible. I must really begin to live like other
girls now I am so well again," said Jeannie.
"Only do not make such a sudden start. Have you any pain?"
"Not a bit, now. I had a little twinge or two, but it is all gone. The strongest girl
would have felt as much if she had been prancing round as I did a minute ago.
I am as well as you are, Norah. It is downright wicked of Doctor Connor to say
that I must have another change for a month or so, and then he will decide
about next winter. As though one lost nothing by leaving a home like mule with
all its comforts. I have often thought that the loss of them counterbalanced the
good done by the 'entire change' the doctors are so fond of ordering. If I could
take Benvora and all belonging to it, Jet included, away with me, I should care
less. And I would have you, Norah, if I could."
"Want Jack with me!" exclaimed Jeannie. "Why, Norah, what can have put
such an absurd notion into your head? If you realised my feelings the least
little bit, you would know that the sweet drop in my cup of banishment from
Ballycorene is the thought that I shall leave Jack Corry behind me. He bores
me to death. He follows me like a lapdog, gives me no chance of wishing to
see him, for he is here so often that I am at my wits' end to get rid of him half
the time. Jack Corry, indeed!" And Jeannie gave her pretty head a toss, as
though she and the individual in question had neither thought nor wish in
common.
Norah looked utterly bewildered, and heard without understanding her friend's
words.
"I thought you cared so much for Jack," she said. "If not, why did you act in
such a way as to make him think you did? 'Why did you accept his offer, and
allow your engagement to be announced, if—"
Norah hesitated to put her thoughts into words. She was true to the core
herself, and infinitely above the petty vanity and cruel selfishness combined
which make up the character of a flirt—vanity, which is ever craving for
admiration, and never satisfied with what it gets; selfishness, that cares only
for gratifying the whim of the moment, without heeding what the amusement
may cost some true heart; vanity, that loves to parade the homage that is
rendered, yet only values it so far as it can be displayed and utilised to
advance its own importance, or to while away time that would otherwise hang
heavily; selfishness, that having had its turn served, its little day of triumph,
never asks whether the moths that fluttered round had merely sunned
themselves in the light and suffered no harm, or whether they had been
cruelly scorched whilst suspecting none.
Hard hearts are like diamonds. The flirt's weapons glance harmlessly aside
from them and leave no wound, as the best-tempered tool leaves no scratch
on the surface of the precious stone. But those same weapons have pierced
many a true and tender heart, and virtually killed its faith in womanly truth, and
taught it to doubt the possibility of honest girlish affection.
It seemed too dreadful for Norah to associate the idea of vanity and
selfishness with her friend Jeannie, a girl just eighteen, and looking even
younger, with her fair face and childish head covered with a crop of short
curls. Yet as she gave a mental glance at the past she felt that Jeannie's
actions and words belied each other.
Jack Corry had long been deemed quite first favourite in the neighbourhood.
He was bright, kindly. To young and old alike, he was ever ready to render a
service, and people used to look at him and say that this was his one fault. He
was the same to all, and no person could detect any sign of preference
towards any of his fair neighbours.
Jeannie Bellew had spent two winters in the Riviera. Whether there now
existed any cause for anxiety on her behalf, there had been enough to justify
the fears of her parents and her own banishment.
A sharp attack of inflammation of the lungs, brought on, if truth must be told,
by her own wilfulness, had left the girl without absolute disease, but extremely
sensitive to every change of temperature. After her second winter in the
South, she had returned home with greatly improved strength and looks, but
in other respects rather changed than improved.
Jeannie, the little schoolgirl, with her artless country manners and winsome
ways, was gone, and in her stead there returned to Ballycorene one who was
a girl in age and looks, but who brought with her more knowledge of the world
than all her feminine neighbours put together could boast of.
Mrs. Bellew had accompanied her daughter on both occasions, and a middle-
aged, trusty servant waited on the two. But the mother dreaded the loneliness
of life in apartments, where everything and every person were strange around
them, and so the pair spent the two winters in a large hotel, and gained many
experiences which the younger especially would have been much better
without.
Perhaps it was because no word or act of Norah's gave Jack Corry cause to
think she bestowed a thought upon him, that he began to devote much
thought to her. She practised no little coquettish airs, did not pretend to shun
him, in order to hire him to seek her. She met him, as she did others, with the
bright smile, the honest look devoid of all self-consciousness, the kindly
greeting which was natural in one whom he had known all his life, and no
more.
Jeannie's father was very rich; sole owner of a vast manufacturing concern,
which in his skilful hands was always growing in value.
In what way could wealth be better applied than in surrounding his only child
with every luxury that it could purchase? Mr. Bellew was a good master, and
paid his hands liberally. No man ever applied to him in vain if help was wanted
for any good object, and so, as he was generous to all beside, was he likely to
stint where Jeannie was concerned?