Heartbreak House

into a training ship where they were taught to fear the cane instead of fearing God; and thought they’d made men and sailors of them by private subscription. I tricked these thieves into believing I’d sold myself to the devil. It saved my soul from the kicking and swearing that was damning me by inches. Ellie Releasing him. I shall pretend to sell myself to Boss Mangan to save my soul from the poverty that is damning me by inches. Captain Shotover Riches will damn you ten times deeper. Riches won’t save even your body. Ellie Old-fashioned again. We know now that the soul is the body, and the body the soul. They tell us they are different because they want to persuade us that we can keep our souls if we let them make slaves of our bodies. I am afraid you are no use to me, Captain. Captain Shotover What did you expect? A Savior, eh? Are you old-fashioned enough to believe in that? Ellie No. But I thought you were very wise, and might help me. Now I have found you out. You pretend to be busy, and think of fine things to say, and run in and out to surprise people by saying them, and get away before they can answer you. Captain Shotover It confuses me to be answered. It discourages me. I cannot bear men and women. I have to run away. I must run away now. He tries to. Ellie Again seizing his arm. You shall not run away from me. I can hypnotize you. You are the only person in the house I can say what I like to. I know you are fond of me. Sit down. She draws him to the sofa. Captain Shotover Yielding. Take care: I am in my dotage. Old men are dangerous: it doesn’t matter to them what is going to happen to the world. They sit side by side on the sofa. She leans affectionately against him with her head on his shoulder and her eyes half closed. Ellie Dreamily. I should have thought nothing else mattered to old men. They can’t be very interested in what is going to happen to themselves. Captain Shotover A man’s interest in the world is only the overflow from his interest in himself. When you are a child your vessel is not yet full; so you care for nothing but your own affairs. When you grow up, your vessel overflows; and you are a politician, a philosopher, or an explorer and adventurer. In old age the vessel dries up: there is no overflow: you are a child again. I can give you the memories of my ancient wisdom: mere scraps and leavings; but I no longer really care for anything but my own little wants and hobbies. I sit here working out my old ideas as a means of destroying my fellow-creatures. I see my daughters and their men living foolish lives of romance and sentiment and snobbery. I see you, the younger generation, turning from their romance and sentiment and snobbery to money and comfort and hard common sense. I was ten times happier on the bridge in the typhoon, or frozen into Arctic ice for months in darkness, than you or they have ever been. You are looking for a rich husband. At your age I looked for hardship, danger, horror, and death, that I might feel the life in me more intensely. I did not let the fear of death govern my life; and my reward was, I had my life. You are going to let the fear of poverty govern your life; and your reward will be that you will eat, but you will not live. Ellie Sitting up impatiently. But what can I do? I am not a sea captain: I can’t stand on bridges in typhoons, or go slaughtering seals and whales in Greenland’s icy mountains. They won’t let women be captains. Do you want me to be a stewardess? Captain Shotover There are worse lives. The stewardesses could come ashore if they liked; but they sail and sail and sail. Ellie What could they do ashore but marry for money? I don’t want to be a stewardess: I am too bad a sailor. Think of something else for me. Captain Shotover I can’t think so long and continuously. I am too old. I must go in and out. He tries to rise. Ellie Pulling him back. You shall not. You are happy here, aren’t you? Captain Shotover I tell you it’s dangerous to keep me. I can’t keep awake and alert. Ellie What do you run away for? To sleep? Captain Shotover No. To get a glass of rum. Ellie Frightfully disillusioned. Is that it? How disgusting! Do you like being drunk? Captain Shotover No: I dread being drunk more than anything in the world. To be drunk means to have dreams; to go soft; to be easily pleased and deceived; to fall into the clutches of women. Drink does that for you when you are young. But when you are old: very very old, like me, the dreams come by themselves. You don’t know how terrible that is: you are young: you sleep at night only, and sleep soundly. But later on you will sleep in the afternoon. Later still you will sleep even in the morning; and you will awake tired, tired of life. You will never be free from dozing and dreams; the dreams will steal upon your work every ten minutes unless you can awaken yourself with rum. I drink now to keep sober; but the dreams are conquering: rum is not what it was: I have had ten glasses since you came; and it might be so much water. Go get me another: Guinness knows where it is. You had better see for yourself the horror of an old man drinking. Ellie You shall not drink. Dream. I like you to dream. You must never be in the real world when we talk together. Captain Shotover I am