HATE 



cisely. There are a whole series of emotions in 

 which it has its origin and with which it is so 

 bound up that it is very difficult to disentangle 

 them. " You cannot unscramble an egg/' as 

 Mr. Pierpont Morgan assured us, and it is almost 

 as difficult to disintegrate the divergent and at 

 times discordant factors which end in hate. 

 Could we do so we should find some factors tem- 

 porary and others lasting. 



If you stand on the bridge at Grantchester 

 and watch the river tumbling " Under the mill, 

 Under the mill/' you notice ridges and swirls of 

 water which appear permanent and have for a 

 time an individuality of their own. They stand 

 above the general level and race forward. But 

 in the course of a few hundred yards these tem- 

 porary entities have disappeared, and combined 

 and fused into a placid, deep, and steady stream 

 flowing irresistibly onwards. Thus it seems to 

 be with hatred, composed of many strands, many 

 apparently distinct streams, such as anger, fear, 

 terror, despair, humiliation, dislike, indignation, 

 contempt ; many temporary, many passing 

 one might almost enumerate the names of half 

 Miss Elite's birds yet all of these, for the most 

 part, fleeting passions ultimately merge into a 



