The majority of the characters in Voyage in the Dark view money as a path to happiness and satisfaction. Laurie and Maudie, for instance, focus most of their energy on finding men who will be able to give them a measure of financial security. Even Anna—who seems rather skeptical of this practice—recognizes the transformative effect money has on her life, noticing that she sounds more confident and assertive after her lover Walter gives her cash for the first time. “That’s because of the money,” she thinks when she notes her newfound self-assurance, implying that even small amounts of wealth can alter how a person moves through the world. At the same time, though, she’s also aware that the rewarding feeling of possessing money is fleeting, since people become “accustomed to it so quickly.” In other words, suddenly obtaining some cash can change a person’s immediate circumstances, but it won’t necessarily have a profound long-term impact on how that person goes through life.
When Anna sees Walter slipping cash into her handbag after they have sex for the first time, her impulse is to stop him, though she ends up letting him do it because she can tell he actively wants to pay her. But the fact that he gives her money fundamentally alters the nature of their relationship, essentially ensuring that their bond is based on a monetary transaction instead of mutual affection. Although money can lead to certain kinds of happiness and contentment, in this case it actually interferes with Anna’s chances of establishing a genuine romantic connection—and she seems aware of this, which is why she doesn’t like seeing Walter slip money into her purse. As a result, the financial stability Walter gives her is a constant reminder of their lacking mutual affection instead of a source of happiness or satisfaction. While there’s no avoiding the unfortunate fact that daily life is harder without money, then, it’s also the case that wealth doesn’t always get rid of broader forms of unhappiness. To the contrary, the topic of money can add a complex dynamic to a person’s life, ultimately making it that much harder to find genuine contentment.
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Money and Happiness Quotes in Voyage in the Dark
We paired off. Maudie went on ahead with the tall man. The other looked at me sideways once or twice—very quickly up and down, in that way they have—and then asked where we were going.
‘I was going to this shop to buy a pair of stockings,’ I said.
They all came into the shop with me. I said I wanted two pairs—lisle thread with clocks up the sides—and took a long time choosing them. The man I had been walking with offered to pay for them and I let him.
About clothes, it’s awful. Everything makes you want pretty clothes like hell. People laugh at girls who are badly dressed. […] As if it isn’t enough that you want to be beautiful, that you want to have pretty clothes, that you want it like hell. As if that isn’t enough.
I took the money from under my pillow and put it into my handbag. I was accustomed to it already. It was as if I had always had it. Money ought to be everybody’s. It ought to be like water. You can tell that because you get accustomed to it so quickly.
‘Only, don’t get soppy about him,’ she said. ‘That’s fatal. The thing with men is to get everything you can out of them and not care a damn. You ask any girl in London—or any girl in the whole world if it comes to that—who really knows, and she’ll tell you the same thing.’ ‘I’ve heard all that a million times,’ I said. ‘I’m sick of hearing it.’ ‘Oh, I needn’t talk,’ Maudie said, ‘the fool I made myself over Viv! Though it was a bit different with me, you understand. We were going to be married!’
‘My conscience is quite clear. I always did my best for you and I never got any thanks for it. I tried to teach you to talk like a lady and behave like a lady and not like a nigger and of course I couldn’t do it. Impossible to get you away from the servants. That awful sing-song voice you had! Exactly like a nigger you talked—and still do. […]’
‘I hate men,’ Ethel said. ‘Men are devils, aren’t they? But of course I don’t really care a damn about them. Why should I? I can earn my own living. I’m a masseuse—I’m a Swedish masseuse. And, mind you, when I say I’m a masseuse I don’t mean like some of these dirty foreigners. Don’t you hate foreigners?’
‘Well,’ I said, ‘I don’t think I do; but, you see, I don’t know many.’
‘What?’ Ethel said, looking surprised and suspicious, ‘you don’t hate them?’
‘Well, I don’t need to be here either,’ I said. ‘I can get as much money as I like any time I like.’ I stretched, and watched my swollen shadow on the wall stretching too.
She said, ‘Well, I should say so—a lovely girl like you. And well under twenty, I should say. I’ve got a spare bedroom in my flat. Why don’t you come along and live with me for a bit? I’m looking for somebody to share with me. As a matter of fact I’d almost fixed it up with a pal of mine. She’ll put in twenty-five pounds and do the manicure and we’ll start a little business.’
‘Oh yes?’ I said.
‘Well, just between ourselves, I shan’t mind if I don’t fix it up with her. She’s a bit of a Nosey Parker. Why don’t you think it over? I’ve got a lovely spare room.’
‘D’you know,’ she said, ‘I never pay for a meal for myself—it’s the rarest thing. For instance, these two—I said to them quite casually, like that, ‘When you come over to London, let me know. I’ll show you round a bit,’ and if you please about three weeks ago they turned up. I’ve been showing them round, I can tell you….I get along with men. I can do what I like with them. Sometimes I’m surprised myself. I expect it’s because they feel I really like it and no kidding. […]’
She came over and helped me to undo it. She seemed very tall and her face enormous. I could see all the lines in it, and the powder, trying to fill up the lines, and just where her lipstick stopped and her lips began. It looked like a clown’s face, so that I wanted to laugh at it. She was pretty, but her hands were short and fat with wide, flat, very red nails.
Joe lit a cigarette and crossed his legs and watched us. He was like somebody sitting in the stalls, waiting for the curtain to go up.
‘How old is she?’ Joe said.
‘She’s only a kid,’ Laurie said. She coughed and then she said, “She’s not seventeen.’
‘Yes—and the rest,’ Joe said.
‘Well, she’s not a day older than nineteen, anyway,’ Laurie said. ‘Where do you see the wrinkles? Don’t you like her?’
‘She’s all right,’ Joe said, ‘but I liked that other kid—the dark one.’
‘Who? Renée?’ Laurie said. ‘I don’t know what’s happened to her. I haven’t seen her since that evening.’
‘Of course,’ she said, ‘you must be a bit nice to them.’
‘Why not ten bob?’ she said. ‘That’s all right. Everybody’s got their living to earn and if people do things thinking that they’re going to get something that they don’t get, what’s it matter to you or me or anybody else? You let them talk. You can take it from me that when it comes to it they’re all so damned afraid of a scene that they’re off like a streak of lightning at the slightest…’
‘Did you have a good time? I bet you did. Redman’s a nice man. He knows his way about, you can tell that. Oh, I bet he knows his way about. You know, kid, I’ve been thinking you’ll want to go out more with your friends and not feel you’ve got to be in all day. I don’t mind, but we may have to talk it over a bit about the rent.’
She was sure she could get him to marry her if she could smarten herself up a bit.
She said, ‘Isn’t it awful losing a chance like that because you haven’t got a little money? Because it is a chance. Sometimes you’re sure, aren’t you? But I’m so damned shabby and, you know, when you’re shabby you can’t do anything, you don’t believe in yourself. And he notices clothes—he notices things like that. Fred, his name is. He said to me the other day, “If there’s anything I notice about a girl it’s her legs and her shoes.” Well, my legs are all right, but look at my shoes. He’s always saying things like that and it makes me feel awful. He’s a bit strait-laced but that doesn’t stop them from being particular. Viv was like that, too. Isn’t it rotten when a thing like that falls through just because you haven’t got a little cash? Oh God, I wish it could happen. I want it so to happen.”
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I sold my fur coat, I could give her ten quid.’
‘It’s not enough,’ Laurie said. ‘She won’t do it for that. My dear, she’ll want about fifty. Don’t you know anybody who’ll lend it to you? What about that man you talked about who used to give you money. Won’t he help you? […]’
‘Poor little Anna,’ making his voice very kind. ‘I’m damned sorry you’ve been having a bad time.’ Making his voice very kind, but the look in his eyes was like a high, smooth, unclimbable wall. No communication possible. You have to be three-quarters mad even to attempt it.
‘You’ll be all right. And then you must pull yourself together and try to forget about the whole business and start fresh. Just make up your mind, and you’ll forget all about it.’
