Pansies (Lawrence)/Now It's Happened
NOW IT'S HAPPENED
One cannot now help thinkinghow much better it would have beenif Vronsky and Anna Kareninhad stood up for themselves, and seenRussia across her crisis,instead of leaving it to Lenin.
The big, flamboyant Russiamight have been saved, if a pairof rebels like Anna and Vronsky had blasted the sickly airof Dostoevsky and Tchekov,and spy-government everywhere.
But Tolstoi was a traitorto the Russia that needed him most,the clumsy, bewildered Russiaso worried by the Holy Ghost.He shifted his job on to the peasantsand landed them all on toast.
Dostoevsky, the Judaswith his sham christianityepileptically ruinedthe last bit of sanityleft in the hefty bodiesof the Russian nobility.
So our goody-good men betray usand our sainty-saints let us down,and a sickly people will slay usif we touch the sob-stuff crownof such martyrs; while Marxian tenetsnaturally take hold of the town.
Too much of the humble Willy wet-legand the holy can't-help-it touch,till you've ruined a nation's fibreand they loathe all feeling as such,and want to be cold and devilish hardlike machines—and you can't wonder much.—