No Way Out
THE FAIRY PALACES burst into illumination, before pale morning showed the monstrous serpents of smoke trailing themselves over Coketown. A clattering of clogs upon the pavement; a rapid ringing of bells; and all the melancholy mad elephants, polished and oiled up for the days monotony, were at their heavy exercise again.
Stephen bent over his loom, quiet, watchful, and steady. A special contrast, as every man was in the forest of looms where Stephen worked, to the crashing, smashing, tearing piece of mechanism at which he laboured. Never fear, good people of an anxious turn of mind, that Art will consign Nature to oblivion. Set anywhere, side by side, the work of GOD and the work of man; and the former, even though it be a troop of Hands of very small account, will gain in dignity from the comparison.
So many hundred Hands in this Mill; so many hundred horse Steam Power. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means!
The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain.
The work went on, until the noon-bell rang. More clattering upon the pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour.
Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned
from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards
the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside
blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, B
Mr Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in.
Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight) at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs Sparsits dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness.
Now, Stephen, said Mr Bounderby, whats the matter with you?
Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one \s- these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, youll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! \s- and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat.
Now, you know, said Mr Bounderby, taking some sherry, we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You dont expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of em do! Mr Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, before-hand.
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