The Man Who Was Thursday

'''{{PAGENAME}}''' is a :Category:Deus Ex books, magazines and newspapers|book appearing in ''Deus Ex''. These are excerpts from a real book of the same title, written by G.K. Chesterton in 1908. Six excerpts appear in the game.

==Transcript==
===Part one===
...Syme had never thought of asking whether the monstrous man who almost filled
and broke the balcony was the great President of whom the others stood in awe.
He knew it was so, with an unaccountable but instantaneous certainty. Syme,
indeed, was one of those men who are open to all the more nameless psychological
influences in a degree a little dangerous to mental health. Utterly devoid of
fear in physical dangers, he was a great deal too sensitive to the smell of
spiritual evil. Twice already that night little unmeaning things had peeped out
at him almost pruriently, and given him a sense of drawing nearer and nearer to
the head-quarters of hell. And this sense became overpowering as he drew nearer
to the great President...

===Part two===
"...First of all, what is it really all about? What is it you object to? You
want to abolish Government?"

"To abolish God!" said Gregory, opening the eyes of a fanatic. "We do not only
want to upset a few despotisms and police regulations; that sort of anarchism
does exist, but it is a mere branch of the Nonconformists. We dig deeper and we
blow you higher. We wish to deny all those arbitrary distinctions of vice and
virtue, honour and treachery, upon which mere rebels base themselves. The silly
sentimentalists of the French Revolution talked of the Rights of Man! We hate
Rights as we hate Wrongs. We have abolished Right and Wrong."

"And Right and Left," said Syme with a simple eagerness, "I hope you will
abolish them too. They are much more troublesome to me..."

===Part three===
..."Professor," he cried, "it is intolerable. Are you afraid of this man?"
The Professor lifted his heavy lids, and gazed at Syme with large, wide-open,
blue eyes of an almost ethereal honesty. "Yes, I am," he said mildly. "So are
you."

Syme was dumb for an instant. Then he rose to his feet erect, like an insulted
man, and thrust the chair away from him.

"Yes," he said in a voice indescribable, "you are right. I am afraid of him.
Therefore I swear by God that I will seek out this man whom I fear until I find
him, and strike him on the mouth. If heaven were his throne and the earth his
footstool, I swear that I would pull him down."

"How?" asked the staring Professor. "Why?"

"Because I am afraid of him," said Syme; "and no man should leave in the
universe anything of which he is afraid..."

===Part four===
Both combatants had thrown off their coats and waistcoats, and stood sword in
hand. The second stood on each side of the line of fight with drawn swords also,
but still sombre in their dark frock-coats and hats. The principals saluted. The
Colonel said quietly, "Engage!" and the two blades touched and tingled.

When the jar of the joined iron ran up Syme's arm, all the fantastic fears that
have been the subject of this story fell from him like dreams from a man waking
up in bed. He remembered them clearly and in order as mere delusions of the
nerves -- how the fear of the Professor had been the fear of the tyrannic
accidents of nightmare, and how the fear of the Doctor had been the fear of the
airless vacuum of science. The first was the old fear that any miracle might
happen, the second the more hopeless modern fear that no miracle can ever
happen. But he saw that these fears were fancies, for he found himself in the
presence of the great fact of the fear of death, with its coarse and pitiless
common sense. He felt like a man who had dreamed all night of falling over
precipes, and had woke up on the morning when he was to be hanged. For as soon
as he had seen the sunlight run down the channel of his foe's foreshortened
blade, and as soon as he had felt the two tongues of steel touch, vibrating like
two living things, he knew that his enemy was a terrible fighter, and that
probably his last hour had come.

===Part five===
..."I think," said Dr. Bull with precision, "that I am lying in bed at No. 217
Peabody Buildings, and that I shall soon wake up with a jump; or, if that's not
it, I think that I am sitting in a small cushioned cell in Hanwell, and that the
doctor can't make much of my case. But if you want to know what I don't think,
I'll tell you. I don't think what you think. I don't think, and I never shall
think, that the mass of ordinary men are a pack of dirty modern thinkers. No,
sir, I'm a democrat, and I still don't believe that Sunday could convert one
average navy or counter-jumper. No, I may be mad, but humanity isn't."

Syme turned his bright blue eyes on Bull with an earnestness which he did not
commonly make clear.

"You are a very fine fellow," he said. "You can believe in a sanity which is not
merely your sanity. And you're right enough about humanity, about peasants and
people like that jolly old innkeeper. But you're not right about Renard. I
suspected him from the first. He's rationalistic, and, what's worse, he's rich.
When duty and religion are really destroyed, it will be by the rich."

===Part six===
... "I never hated you," said Syme very sadly.

Then out of this unintelligible creature the last thunders broke.

"You!" he cried. "You never hated because you never lived. I know what you are
all of you, from first to last - you are the people in power! You are the
police - the great fat, smiling men in blue and buttons! You are the Law, and
you have never been broken. But is there a free soul alive that does not long
to break you, only because you have never been broken? We in revolt talk all
kind of nonsense doubtless about this crime or that crime of the Government.
It is all folly! The only crime of the Government is that it governs. The
unpardonable sin of the supreme power is that it is supreme. I do not curse
you for being cruel. I do not curse you (though I might) for being kind. I
curse you for being safe! You sit in your chairs of stone, and have never
come down from them. You are the seven angels of heaven, and you have had no
troubles. Oh, I could forgive you everything, you that rule all mankind, if
I could feel for once that you had suffered for one hour a real agony such as
I..."

==Trivia==
*Inside the New York Free Clinic, two homeless men talk about a scuplture one has made, called "The Man Who Was Thursday" and mention another called "The Napleon of Notting Hill" - another G.K. Chesterton book.
*The character Gabriel Syme is listed in the 'Ton Hotel guest registry.
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