He seemed to me to stand alone without an equal, the greatest man in British political life.Some men one sees through and understands, some one cannot see into or round because they are of opaque clay, but about Evesham I had a sense of things hidden as it were by depth and mists, because he was so big and atmospheric a personality.No other contemporary has had that effect upon me.I've sat beside him at dinners, stayed in houses with him--he was in the big house party at Champneys--talked to him, sounded him, watching him as I sat beside him.I could talk to him with extraordinary ******* and a rare sense of being understood.Other men have to be treated in a special manner; approached through their own mental dialect, flattered by a minute regard for what they have said and done.
Evesham was as widely and charitably receptive as any man I have ever met.The common politicians beside him seemed like rows of stuffy little rooms looking out upon the sea.
And what was he up to? What did HE think we were doing with Mankind? That I thought worth knowing.
I remember his talking on one occasion at the Hartsteins', at a dinner so tremendously floriferous and equipped that we were almost forced into duologues, about the possible common constructive purpose in politics.
"I feel so much," he said, "that the best people in every party converge.We don't differ at Westminster as they do in the country towns.There's a sort of extending common policy that goes on under every government, because on the whole it's the right thing to do, and people know it.Things that used to be matters of opinion become matters of science--and cease to be party questions."He instanced education.
"Apart," said I, "from the religious question.""Apart from the religious question."
He dropped that aspect with an easy grace, and went on with his general theme that political conflict was the outcome of uncertainty."Directly you get a thing established, so that people can say, 'Now this is Right,' with the same conviction that people can say water is a combination of oxygen and hydrogen, there's no more to be said.The thing has to be done...."And to put against this effect of Evesham, broad and humanely tolerant, posing as the minister of a steadily developing constructive conviction, there are other memories.
Have I not seen him in the House, persistent, persuasive, indefatigable, and by all my standards wickedly perverse, leaning over the table with those insistent movements of his hand upon it, or swaying forward with a grip upon his coat lapel, fighting with a diabolical skill to preserve what are in effect religious tests, tests he must have known would outrage and humiliate and injure the consciences of a quarter--and that perhaps the best quarter--of the youngsters who come to the work of elementary education?
In playing for points in the game of party advantage Evesham displayed at times a quite wicked unscrupulousness in the use of his subtle mind.I would sit on the Liberal benches and watch him, and listen to his urbane voice, fascinated by him.Did he really care?
Did anything matter to him? And if it really mattered nothing, why did he trouble to serve the narrowness and passion of his side? Or did he see far beyond my scope, so that this petty iniquity was justified by greater, remoter ends of which I had no intimation?
They accused him of nepotism.His friends and family were certainly well cared for.In private life he was full of an affectionate intimacy; he pleased by being charmed and pleased.One might think at times there was no more of him than a clever man happily circumstanced, and finding an interest and occupation in politics.
And then came a glimpse of thought, of imagination, like the sight of a soaring eagle through a staircase skylight.Oh, beyond question he was great! No other contemporary politician had his quality.In no man have I perceived so sympathetically the great contrast between warm, personal things and the white dream of statecraft.Except that he had it seemed no hot passions, but only interests and fine affections and indolences, he paralleled the conflict of my life.He saw and thought widely and deeply; but at times it seemed to me his greatness stood over and behind the reality of his life, like some splendid servant, thinking his own thoughts, who waits behind a lesser master's chair....
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Of course, when Evesham talked of this ideal of the organised state becoming so finely true to practicability and so clearly stated as to have the compelling conviction of physical science, he spoke quite after my heart.Had he really embodied the attempt to realise that, I could have done no more than follow him blindly.But neither he nor I embodied that, and there lies the gist of my story.
And when it came to a study of others among the leading Tories and Imperialists the doubt increased, until with some at last it was possible to question whether they had any imaginative conception of constructive statecraft at all; whether they didn't opaquely accept the world for what it was, and set themselves single-mindedly to make a place for themselves and cut a figure in it.
