World Of Body, Brain, Thirst, Hunger, Living, Nature! Let Us Free The Soul Of Man From Sophists, Logic Spinners, The Mad-Magicians Who Would Conjure Death, Yet Fear Him Most Themselves, The Coward Hearts Who Mouth Eternal Bliss, Yet Cling To Earth And Keep Away From Heaven." "For It's True Nature, Or God, Gives Birth And Also Death. And Power Has Never Come To Draw The Sting Of Death Or Make It Pleasant, Creed Nor Faith Prevents Disease, Old Age And Death At Last. This Truth Is Here And We Must Face It, Or Lie To Ourselves And Cloud Our Brains With Lies, Postponements And Illusions, Childish Hopes! But Lie Most Childish Is The Christian Myth Of Adam'S Fall, By Which Disease And Death Entered The World, Until The Savior Came And Conquered Death. He Did? But People Die, Some Millions Slaughtered In The War! They Live In Heaven, Say Your Elenor Murrays, Well, Who Knows This? If You Know It, Why Drop Tears For People Better Off? How Ludicrous The Patch-Work Is! I Leave It, Turn Again To What Man In This World Can Do With Life Made Free Of Superstition, Rules And Faiths, That Make Him Lie To Self And To His Fellows."... And Barrett Bays, Now Warmed Up To His Work, Grown Calmer, Stronger, Mind Returned, That Found Full Courage For The Thought, The Word To Say It Recurred To Elenor Murray, Analyzed: - And Now A Final Word: "This Elenor Murray, What Was She, Just A Woman, A Little Life Swept In The War And Broken? If No More, She Is Not Worth These Words: She Is The Symbol Of Our America, Perhaps This World This Side Of India, Of America At Least She Is The Symbol. What Was She? A Restlessness, A Hunger, And A Zeal; A Hope For Goodness, And A Tenderness; A Love, A Sorrow, And A Venturing Will; A Dreamer Fooled But Dreaming Still, A Vision That Followed Lures That Fled Her, Generous, Loving, But Also Avid And Insatiable; An Egoism Chained And Starved Too Long That Breaks Away And Runs; A Cruelty, A Wilfulness, A Dealer In False Weights, And Measures Of Herself, Her Duty, Others, A Lust, A Slick Hypocrisy And A Faith Faithless And Hollow. But At Last I Say She Taught Me, Saved Me For Myself, And Turned My Steps Upon The Path Of Making Self As Much As I Can Make Myself - My Thanks To Elenor Murray!" "For That Day I Saw The War For What It Was, And Saw Myself An Artificial Factor, Working There Because Of Elenor Murray - What A Fool! I Was Not Really Needed, Like Too Many Was Just Pretending, Though I Did Not Know That I Was Just Pretending, Saw Myself Swept In This Mad Procession By A Woman; And Through Myself I Saw The Howling Mob Back In America That Shouted Hate, In God'S Name, All The Carriers Of Flags, The Superheated Patriots Who Did Nothing, Gave Nothing But The Clapping Of Their Hands, And Shouts For Freedom Of The Seas. The Souls Who Hated Freedom On The Sea Or Earth, Had, As The Vile Majority, Set Up Intolerable Tyrannies In America, America That Launched Herself Without A God Or Faith, But In The Name Of Man And For Humanity, So Long Accursed By Gods And Priests - The Vile Majority! Which In The War, And Through The War Went On With Other Tyrannies As To Meat And Drink, Thought, Speech, The Mind In Living - Here Was I One Of The Vile Majority Through A Woman - And Serving In The War Because Of Her, And Meretricious Sentiments Of Her. You See I Had The Madness Of The World, Was Just As Crazy As America. And Like America Must Wake From Madness And Suffer, And Regret, And Build Again. My Soul Was Soiled, You See. And Now I Saw How She Had Pressed Her Lips Against My Soul And Sapped My Spirit In The Name Of Beauty She Simulated; For A Loyalty Her Lips Averred; How As A Courtesan She Had Made Soft My Tissues, Like An Apple Handled Too Much; How Vision Of Me Went Into Her Life Sucked Forth; How Never A Word Which Ever Came From Her Interpreted In Terms Of Worth The War; How She Had Coiled Her Serpent Loins About Me; How She Draped Herself In Ardors Borrowed; How My Arms Were Mottled From The Needle'S Scar Where She Had Shot The Opiates Of Her Lying Soul; How Asking Truth, She Was Herself Untrue; How She, Adventuress In The War, Had Sought From Lust Grown Stale, Renewal Of Herself. And Then At Last I Saw Her Scullery Brows Fail Out And Fade Beside The Republic'S Face, And Leave Me Free Upon The Hills, Who Saw, Strong, Seeking Cleanliness In Truth, Her Hand Which Sought The Cup Worn Smooth By Leper Lips Dipped In The Fountain Where The Thirst Of Many Passionate Pilgrims Had Been Quenched, Not Lifted Up By Me, Nor Yet Befriended By The Cleaner Cup I Offered. Now You Think That I Am Hard. Philosophy Is Hard, And I Philosophize, Admit As Well That I Have Failed, Am Full Of Faults Myself, All Faults, We'll Say, But One, I Trust And Pray The Fault Of Falsehood And Hypocrisy."... "I Gave My Work In Paris Up - That Day Made Ready To Return, But With This Thought To Use My Wisdom For The War, Do Work For America That Had No Touch Of Her, No Flavor Of Her Nature, Far Removed From The Symphony Of Sex, Be Masculine, Alone, And Self-Sufficient, Needing Nothing, No Hand, No Kiss, No Mate, Pure Thought Alone Directed To This Work. I Found The Work And Gave It All My Energy." "From Then I Wrote Her Nothing, Though She Wrote To Me These More Than Hundred Letters - Here They Are! Since You Have Mine Brought To You From New York All Written Before She Went To France, I Think You Should Have Hers To Make The Woman Out And Read Her As She Wrote Herself To Me. The Rest Is Brief. She Cabled When She Sailed, And Wrote Me From New York. While At Leroy With Irma Leese She Wrote Me. Then That Day She Telephoned Me When She Motored Here With Irma Leese, And Said: 'Forgive, Forgive, O See Me, Come To Me, Or Let Me Come To You, You Cannot Crush Me Out. These Months Of Silence, What Are They? Eternity Makes Nothing Of These Months. I Love You, Never In All Eternity Shall Cease To Love You, Love Makes You Mine, And You Must Come To Me Now Or Hereafter.'" "And You See At Last My Soul Was Clear Again, As Clean And Cold As Our March Days, As Clear Too, And The War Stood Off Envisioned For The Thing It Was. Peace Now Had Come, Which Helped Our Eyes To See What Dread Event The War Was. So To See This Woman With These Eyes Of Mine, Made True And Unpersuadable Of Her Plaints And Ways I Gave Consent And Went." "Arriving First, I Walked Along The River Till She Came. And As I Saw Her, I Looked Through The Tricks Of Dress She Played To Win Me, I Could See How She Arrayed Herself Before The Mirror, Adjusting This Or That To Make Herself Victorious In The Meeting. But My Eyes Were Wizard Eyes For Her, And This She Knew, Began At First To Writhe, Change Color, Flap Her Nervous Hands In Gestures Half Controlled. I Only Said, 'Good Morning,' Took Her Hand, She Tried To Kiss Me, But I Drew Away. 'I Have Been True,' She Said, 'I Love You, Dear, If I Was False And Did Not Love You, Why Would I Pursue You, Write You, All Against Your Coldness And Your Silence? O Believe Me, The War And You Have Changed Me. I Have Served, Served Hard Among The Sufferers In The War, Sustained By Love For You. I Come To You And Give My Life To You, Take It And Use, Keep Me Your Secret Joy. I Do Not Dream Of Winning You In Marriage. Here And Now I Humble Self To You, Ask Nothing Of You, Except Your Kindness, Love Again, If Love Can Come Again To You - O This Must Be! It Is My Due Who Love You, With My Soul, My Body.'" "'No,' I Said, 'I Can Forgive All Things But Lying And Hypocrisy.'... How Could I Trust Her? She Had Kept From Me The Diary, Threw It From The Window, What Was Life Of Her In France? Should I Expunge This Gregory Wenner, What Was Life Of Her In France, I Ask. And So I Said To Her: 'I Have No Confidence In You' - O Well I Told The Jury All. But Quick At Once She Showed To Me, That If I Could Forgive Her Course Of Lying, She Was Changed To Me, The War Had Changed Her, She Was Hard And Wild, Schooled In The Ways Of Soldiers, And In War. That Beauty Of Her Womanhood Was Gone, Transmuted Into Waywardness, Distaste For Simple Ways, For Quiet, Loveliness. The Adventuress In Her Was Magnified, Cleared Up And Set, She Had Become A Shrike, A Spar Hawk, And I Loathed Her For These Ways Which She Revealed, Dropping Her Gentleness When It Had Failed Her. Yes, I Saw In Her The War At Last; Its Lying And Its Hate, Its Special Pleading, And Its Double Dealing, Its Lust, Its Greed, Its Covert Purposes, Its Passion Out Of Hell Which Obelised Such Noble Things In Man. Its Crooked Uses Of Lofty Spirits, Flaming Fires Of Youth, Young Dreamers, Lovers. And At Last She Said, As I Have Told The Jury, What She Did Was Natural, And I Cursed Her. Then She Shook, Turned Pale, And Reeled, I Caught Her, Held Her Up, She Died Right In My Arms! And This Is All; Except That Had I Killed Her And Should Spend My Days In Prison For It, I Am Free, My Spirit Being Free." "Who Was This Woman? This Elenor Murray Was America; Corrupt, Deceived, Deceiving, Self-Deceived, Half-Disciplined, Half-Lettered, Crude And Smart, Enslaved Yet Wanting Freedom, Brave And Coarse, Cowardly, Shabby, Hypocritical, Generous, Loving, Noble, Full Of Prayer, Scorning, Embracing Rituals, Recreant To Christ So Much Professed; Adventuresome; Curious, Mediocre, Venal, Hungry For Money, Place, Experience, Restless, No Repose, Restraint; Before The World Made Up To Act And Sport Ideals, Go Abroad To Bring The World Its Freedom, Having Choked Freedom At Home - The Girl Was This Because These Things Were Bred In Her, She Breathed Them In Here Where She Lived And Grew." Then Barrett Bays Stepped Down And Said, "If This Is All, I'D Like To Go." Then David Borrow Whispered In The Ear Of Merival, And Merival Conferred With Ritter And Llewellyn George And Said: "We May Need You Again, A Deputy Will Take You To My House, And For The Time Keep You In Custody." The Deputy Came In And Led Him From The Jury Room.