The good thing with such styles is that they can feed a wide spectrum of readers. They can fit to amateur readers taste and What distinguish Maugham stories from the others are his profound contents in his simple writing style, something that is rarely seen in other pieces. They can fit to amateur readers taste and professional ones as well. However, they may fail to satisfy particular readers who look for tough proses or complex narrative technique. Lord Mountdrago is an able and distinguished politician with threads of smugness in his substance that stimulate his nationalism. His arrogance finally leads him to defaming a Welsh Member of Parliament, called Owen Griffiths, discomfiting him and precluding him from reaching his office in Parliament.
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Then he leaned back in his chair and looked at him. He did not speak; he just looked, gravely, with pale eyes that did not move. Lady Canute is a patient of yours, I understand. Not a smile, but the shadow of a smile flickered in his eyes. It seemed to lessen his hostility. He spoke more amiably. People seem to believe in you.
It looked as though he found it hard to answer. Dr Audlin waited. At last Lord Mountdrago seemed to make an effort. He spoke. I take a sufficiency of exercise and I lead a regular life. I am a perfectly sound, normal, healthy man.
I quite expect you to think it very silly and childish of me to consult you. The decisions I am called upon to make can easily affect the welfare of the country and even the peace of the world.
It is essential that my judgement should be balanced and my brain clear. I look upon it as my duty to eliminate any cause of worry that may interfere with my usefulness. He saw a great deal. He paused. It was evident that this man who had so much self-assurance, so quick and decided a mind that he was never at a loss, at this moment was embarrassed. He smiled in order to show the doctor that he was at his ease, but his eyes betrayed his disquiet.
When he spoke again it was with unnatural heartiness. They can be a symptom of a deep-seated derangement. The monotone in which he spoke was strangely soothing. Lord Mountdrago at length made up his mind to be frank. I dreamt that I was at a party at Connemara House. It was an official party. The King and Queen were to be there and of course decorations were worn.
I was wearing my ribbon and my star. I went into a sort of cloakroom they have to take off my coat. I must say the reception rooms at Connemara House are stately. I walked through, nodding to a number of people and shaking hands; then I saw the German Ambassador talking with one of the Austrian Archdukes. I particularly wanted to have a word with him, so I went up and held out my hand.
The moment the Archduke saw me he burst into a roar of laughter. I was deeply affronted. I looked him up and down sternly, but he only laughed the more. I was about to speak to him rather sharply, when there was a sudden hush and I realized that the King and Queen had come. I was in short silk drawers, and I wore scarlet sock-suspenders.
No wonder Lady Connemara had giggled; no wonder the Archduke had laughed! An agony of shame. I awoke in a cold sweat. But an odd thing happened next day.
I was in the lobby of the House of Commons, when that fellow Griffiths walked slowly past me. He deliberately looked down at my legs and then he looked me full in the face and I was almost certain he winked. A ridiculous thought came to me. But of course I knew that was impossible because it was only a dream. I gave him an icy glare and he walked on. But he was grinning his head off. He was making no attempt now to conceal his perturbation.
Dr Audlin never took his eyes off him. I dreamt that I was in the House. There was a debate on foreign affairs which not only the country, but the world, had been looking forward to with the gravest concern.
The government had decided on a change in their policy which vitally affected the future of the Empire. The occasion was historic. Of course the House was crowded. All the ambassadors were there. The galleries were packed. It fell to me to make the important speech of the evening. I had prepared it carefully.
A man like me has enemies, there are a lot of people who resent my having achieved the position I have at an age when even the cleverest men are content with situations of relative obscurity, and I was determined that my speech should not only be worthy of the occasion, but should silence my detractors.
It excited me to think that the whole world was hanging on my lips. I rose to my feet. The silence was the silence of the grave when I began to speak. Suddenly I caught sight of that odious little bounder on one of the benches opposite, Griffiths the Welsh member; he put out his tongue at me.
It was very popular a great many years ago. To show Griffiths how completely I despised him I began to sing it. I sang the first verse right through. I put up my hand to silence them and sang the second verse. I was vexed, for I have a good baritone voice, and I was determined that they should do me justice.
In that incredible, in that unprecedented uproar, they sat petrified. I gave them a glance, and suddenly the enormity of what I had done fell upon me. I had made myself the laughing-stock of the whole world. With misery I realized that I should have to resign I woke and knew it was only a dream. But with an effort he pulled himself together.
He forced a laugh to his shaking lips. The debate was dull, but I had to be there, and I read some documents that required my attention. For some reason I chanced to look up and I saw that Griffiths was speaking. He has an unpleasant Welsh accent and an unprepossessing appearance. I faintly shrugged my shoulders. It was comic that a scrubby little Welsh member should look at me like that. I was a little puzzled. Was it a mere coincidence that he had just quoted those two lines?
I asked myself if it was possible that he was dreaming the same dreams as I was. My wife used to dream occasionally and insist on telling me her dreams next day with circumstantial detail. I found it maddening. I dreamt that I went into a public-house at Limehouse. Near the door was a round marble-topped table and two arm-chairs beside it.
It was a Saturday night and the place was packed. It was brightly lit, but the smoke was so thick that it made my eyes smart. I was dressed like a rough, with a cap on my head and a handkerchief round my neck. It seemed to me that most of the people there were drunk.
I thought it rather amusing. There was a little crowd round them, laughing, cheering, and singing. He gave me a glass and not wishing to be conspicuous I drank it. One of the women who were ancing broke away from the other and took hold f the glass. And then I found myself sitting in the arm-chair with the woman on my lap and we were sharing a glass of beer. I should tell you that sex has never played any great part in my life. I married young because in my position it was desirable that I should marry, but also in order to settle once for all the question of sex.
I had the two sons I had made up my mind to have, and then I put the whole matter on one side.
Dogor He was not more than fifty, but he looked older. I crushed him like a slug in my garden. He likes tall and slim. Have you had any since? He could moundrago understand his powers; he was of a sceptical turn, and though they say that in circumstances of this kind the first thing is to believe in yourself, he never quite succeeded in doing that; and it was only the outcome of his activities, patent to the most incredulous observer, that obliged him to admit that he had some faculty, coming from he knew not where, obscure and uncertain, that enabled him to do things for which he could offer no explanation. Of course the House was crowded. Lord Mountdrago — London — 3rd A sort of ghost story.
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Date of entry: Oct Summary Dr. Audlin is a highly successful psychoanalyst. Mountdrago consults Audlin because of nightly vivid and threatening dreams, all of which concern Owen Griffiths, a member of the opposition in the House of Commons. Griffiths is a small, unimpressive commoner from a constituency in Wales. As Griffiths becomes progressively more the focus of his dreams, Mountdrago cannot imagine why, since to him the man is insignificant vermin. Audlin presses his patient if there is any reason why Griffiths might actually be hostile toward the Lord, or that he Mountdrago might feel guilt regarding Griffiths. Eventually Mountdrago is forced to admit that on one occasion when Griffiths made a speech proposing a change in foreign policy, Mountdrago crushed him.
Vozragore Lists with This Book. Audlin replied that he only saw patients in his consulting-room and expressed his regret that olrd Lord Mountdrago was prepared to come to him he could not give him his attention. Without a word I seized it by the neck and hit him over the head with it as hard as I could. He knew he had intended to because a secretary had rung up that morning to say that he would be with him at the usual hour. But he was hardly likable. When the war broke out he had not been long qualified and was getting experience at various hospitals; he mountdrrago his services to the authorities, and after a time was sent out to France. He was rich enough now to live without working, and the work exhausted him; a dozen times he had been on the point of giving up practice.