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“ You don’t take Callcott and his politics seriously, do you?” she said to him at evening. “ Yes,” he said, rather hesitatingly. “ But what does he want?” “ To have another sort of government for the Commonwealth—with a sort of Dictator: not the democratic vote-cadging sort.” “ But what does that matter to you?” “ It does matter. If you can start a new life-form.” “ You know quite well you say yourself life doesn’t start with a form. It starts with a new feeling, and ends with a form.” “ I know. But I think there is a new feeling.” “ In Callcott?” She had a very sceptical intonation. “ Yes.” “ I very much doubt it. He’s a returned war hero, and he wants a chance of keeping on being a hero—or something like that.” “ But even that is a new feeling,”