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loquent as this all was； he now tore it up and threw it in the dustbin。 ‘Fame’； he said。 ‘is like’ （and since there was no Nick Greene to stop him； he went on to revel in images of which we will choose only one or two of the quietest） ‘a braided coat which hampers the limbs； a jacket of silver which curbs the heart； a painted shield which covers a scarecrow；’ etc。 etc。 The pith of his phrases was that while fame impedes and constricts； obscurity wraps about a man like a mist； obscurity is dark； ample； and free； obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded。 Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness。 None knows where he goes or es。 He may seek the truth and speak it； he alone is free； he alone is truthful； he alone is at peace。 And so he sank into a quiet mood； under the oak tree； the hardness of whose roots； exposed above the ground； seemed to him rather fortable than otherwise。
Sunk for a long time in profound thoughts as to the value of obscurity； and the delight of having no name； but being like a wave which returns to the deep body of the sea； thinking how obscurity rids the mind of the irk of envy and spite； how it sets running in the veins the free waters of generosity and magnanimity； and allows giving and taking without thanks offered or praise given； which must have been the way of all great poets； he supposed （though his knowledge of Greek was not enough to bear him out）； for； he thought； Shakespeare must have written like that； and the church builders built like that； anonymously； needing no thanking or naming； but only their work in the daytime and a little ale perhaps at night—’What an admirable life this is；’ he thought； stretching his limbs out under the oak tree。 ‘And why not enjoy it this very moment？’ The thought struck him like a bullet。 Ambition dropped like a plummet。 Rid of the heart–burn of rejected love； and of vanity rebuked； and all the other stings and pricks which the tle–bed of life had burnt upon him when ambitious of fame； but could no longer inflict upon one careless of glory； he opened his eyes； which had been wide open all the time； but had seen only thoughts； and saw； lying in the hollow beneath him； his house。
There it lay in the early sunshine of spring。 It looked a town rather than a house； but a town built； not hither and thither； as this man wished or that； but circumspectly； by a single architect with one idea in his head。 Courts and buildings； grey； red； plum colour； lay orderly and symmetrical； the courts were some of them oblong and some square； in this was a fountain； in that a statue； the buildings were some of them low； some pointed； here was a chapel； there a belfry； spaces of the greenest grass lay in between and clumps of cedar trees and beds of bright flowers； all were clasped—yet so well set out was it that it seemed that every part had room to spread itself fittingly—by the roll of a massive wall； while smoke from innumerable chimneys curled perpetually into the air。 This vast； yet ordered building； which could house a thousand men and perhaps two thousand horses； was built； Orlando thought； by workmen whose names are unknown。 Here have lived； for more centuries than I can count； the obscure generations of my own obscure family。 Not one of these Richards； Johns； Annes； Elizabeths has left a token of himself behind him； yet all； working together with their spades and their needles； their love–making and their child–bearing； have left this。
Never had the house looked more noble and humane。
Why； then； had he wished to raise himself above them？ For it seemed vain and arrogant in the extreme to try to better that anonymous work of creation； the labours of those vanished hands。 Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch； a potting shed； a wall where peaches ripen； than to burn like a meteor and leave no dust。 For after all； he said； kindling as he looked at the great house on the greensward below； the unknown lords and ladies who lived there never forgot to set aside something for those who e after； for the roof that will leak； for the tree that will fall。 There was always a warm corner for the old shepherd in the kitchen； always food for the hungry； always their goblets were polished； though they lay sick； and their windows were lit though they lay dying。 Lords though they were； they were content to go down into obscurity with the molecatcher and the stone–mason。 Obscure noblemen； forgotten builders—thus he apostrophized them with a warmth that entirely gainsaid such critics as called him cold； indifferent； slothful （the truth being that a quality often lies just on the other side of the wall from where we seek it）—thus he apostrophized his house and race in terms of the most moving eloquence； but when it came to the peroration—and what is eloquence that lacks a peroration？—he fumbled。 He would have liked to have ended with a flourish to the effect that he would follow in their footsteps and add another stone to their building。 Since； however； the building already covered nine acres； to add even a single stone seemed superfluous。 Could one mention furniture in a peroration？ Could one speak of chairs and tables and mats to lie beside people’s beds？ For whatever the peroration wanted； that was what the house stood in need of。 Leaving his speech unfinished for the moment； he strode down hill again resolved henceforward to devote himself to the furnishing of the mansion。 The news—that she was to attend him instantly—brought tears to the eyes of good old Mrs Grimsditch； now grown somewhat old。 Together they perambulated the house。
The towel horse in the King’s bedroom （’and that was King Jamie； my Lord；’ she said； hinting that it was many a day since a King had slept under their roof； but the odious Parliament days were over and there was now a Crown in England again） lacked a leg； there were no stands to the ewers in the little closet leading into the waiting room of the Duchess’s page； Mr Greene had made a stain on the carpet with his nasty pipe smoking； which she and Judy； for all their scrubbing； had never been able to wash out。 Indeed； when Orlando came to reckon up the matter of furnishing with rosewood chairs and cedar–wood cabis； with silver basins； china bowls； and Persian carpets； every one of the three hundred and sixty–five bedrooms which the house contained； he saw that it would be no light one； and if some thousands of pounds of his estate remained over； these would do little more than hang a few galleries with tapestry； set the dining hall with fine； carved chairs and provide mirrors of solid silver and chairs of the same metal （for which he had an inordinate passion） for the furnishing of the royal bedchambers。
He now set to work in earnest； as we can prove beyond a doubt if we look at his ledgers。 Let us glance at an inventory of what he bought at this time； with the expenses totted up in the margin—but these we omit。
‘To fifty pairs of Spanish blankets； ditto curtains of crimson and white taffeta； the valence to them of white satin embroidered with crimson and white silk。。。
‘To seventy yellow satin chairs and sixty stools； suitable with their buckram covers to them all。。。
‘To sixty seven walnut tree tables。。。
‘To seventeen dozen boxes containing each dozen five dozen of Venice glasses。。。
‘To one hundred and two mats； each thirty yards long。。。
‘To niy seven cushions of crimson damask laid with silver parchment lace and footstools of cloth of tissue and chairs suitable。。。
‘To fifty branches for a dozen lights apiece。。。’
Already—it is an effect lists have upon us—we are beginning to yawn。 But if we stop； it is only that the catalogue is tedious； not that it is finished。 There are niy–nine pages more of it and the total sum disbursed ran into many thousands—that is to say millions of our money。 And if his day was spent like this； at night again； Lord Orlando might be found reckoning out what it would cost to level a million molehills； if the men were paid tenpence an hour； and again； how many hundredweight of nails at fivepence halfpenny a gill were needed to repair the fence round the park； which was fifteen miles in circumference。 And so on and so on。