“ If there were some hot betrayal of the blood that had driven her to Reardon he almost thought, despite Addington and its honesties and honours, he would not lift his hand to keep her. Addington was very strong in him that night, the old decent loyalties to the edifice men and women have built up to protect themselves from the beast in them. Yet how would it have stood the assault of honest passion, sheer human longing knocking at its walls? If she could but love a man at last! ”
Addington
Definition and stakes
Addington, a suburb of Christchurch, New Zealand, lies 2.5 kilometres southwest of the city centre, combining residential, retail, and industrial areas. Historically defined by railways, prisons, and cultural landmarks, it has served as a hub for social and industrial activity.
Authors like Alice Brown portray it as a symbol of tradition and moral struggle, contrasting its "old" values with contemporary challenges, while Harold Bayley ties it to ancient heritage through archaeological references. B. Fletcher Robinson presents it as a backdrop for intrigue, and Leslie Stephen associates it with historical figures. These diverse viewpoints highlight Addington’s multifaceted identity as both a physical location and a metaphor for societal development.
Quotes about “Addington”
“ She stopped working for one pod's space and looked at him."Are you homesick for old Addington?" she asked. "Alston Choate says that. He says it's a homesick world.""He's dead right," said Jeff. [Pg 275] "What do you want of old Addington?" said she. "What do we need we haven't got?"Jeff thought of several words, but they wouldn't answer. Beauty? No, old Addington was oftener funny than not. There was no beauty in a pint-pot. Even the echoes there rang thin. Peace? But he was the last man to go to sleep over the task of the day. ”
“ As the traditions of Addington were wafting Alston Choate away from this primitive little Circe on her isle, so his acquired habits of safe and healthful living were wafting him. If his inner refusals could have been spoken crudely out they would have amounted to a miserable plea:"Look here. It ain't because I don't want you. But there's Jeff."For Reardon was not only a good fellow, but he had gazed with a wistful awe on the traditions of Addington's upper class. He had tried honestly to look like the men born to it; he never owned even to himself that he felt ill at ease in it. ”
