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类别:其他 作者:Samuel Butler字数:4637更新时间:18/12/21 17:25:17
Sohefellawayfromalloldfriendsexceptmyselfandthreeorfouroldintimatesofmyown,whowereassuretotaketohimashetothem,andwholikemyselfenjoyedgettingholdofayoungfreshmind。Ernestattendedtothekeepingofmyaccountbookswhenevertherewasanythingwhichcouldpossiblybeattendedto,whichthereseldomwas,andspentthegreaterpartoftherestofhistimeinaddingtothemanynotesandtentativeessayswhichhadalreadyaccumulatedinhisportfolios。Anyonewhowasusedtowritingcouldseeataglancethatliteraturewashisnaturaldevelopment,andI waspleasedatseeinghimsettledowntoitsospontaneously。Iwaslesspleased,however,toobservethathewouldstilloccupyhimselfwithnonebutthemostserious,Ihadalmostsaidsolemn,subjects,justashenevercaredaboutanybutthemostseriouskindofmusic。 IsaidtohimonedaythattheveryslenderrewardwhichGodhadattachedtothepursuitofseriousinquirywasasufficientproofthatHedisapprovedofit,oratanyratethatHedidnotsetmuchstorebyitnorwishtoencourageit。 Hesaid:“Oh,don’ttalkaboutrewards。LookatMilton,whoonlygot5poundsfor’ParadiseLost。’“ “Andagreatdealtoomuch。”Irejoinedpromptly。“Iwouldhavegivenhimtwiceasmuchmyselfnottohavewrittenitatall。” Ernestwasalittleshocked。“Atanyrate。”hesaidlaughingly,“I don’twritepoetry。” Thiswasacutatme,formyburlesqueswere,ofcourse,writteninrhyme。SoIdroppedthematter。 Afteratimehetookitintohisheadtore-openthequestionofhisgetting300poundsayearfordoing,ashesaid,absolutelynothing,andsaidhewouldtrytofindsomeemploymentwhichshouldbringhiminenoughtoliveupon。 Ilaughedatthisbutlethimalone。Hetriedandtriedveryhardforalongwhile,butIneedhardlysaywasunsuccessful。TheolderIgrow,themoreconvincedIbecomeofthefollyandcredulityofthepublic;butatthesametimetheharderdoIseeitistoimposeoneselfuponthatfollyandcredulity。 Hetriededitoraftereditorwitharticleafterarticle。Sometimesaneditorlistenedtohimandtoldhimtoleavehisarticles;healmostinvariably,however,hadthemreturnedtohimintheendwithapolitenotesayingthattheywerenotsuitedfortheparticularpapertowhichhehadsentthem。Andyetmanyoftheseveryarticlesappearedinhislaterworks,andnoonecomplainedofthem,notatleastonthescoreofbadliteraryworkmanship。“Isee。”hesaidtomeoneday,“thatdemandisveryimperious,andsupplymustbeverysuppliant。” Once,indeed,theeditorofanimportantmonthlymagazineacceptedanarticlefromhim,andhethoughthehadnowgotafootingintheliteraryworld。Thearticlewastoappearinthenextissuebutone,andhewastoreceiveprooffromtheprintersinabouttendaysorafortnight;butweekafterweekpassedandtherewasnoproof; monthaftermonthwentbyandtherewasstillnoroomforErnest’sarticle;atlengthafteraboutsixmonthstheeditoronemorningtoldhimthathehadfilledeverynumberofhisreviewforthenexttenmonths,butthathisarticleshoulddefinitelyappear。OnthisheinsistedonhavinghisMS。returnedtohim。 Sometimeshisarticleswereactuallypublished,andhefoundtheeditorhadeditedthemaccordingtohisownfancy,puttinginjokeswhichhethoughtwerefunny,orcuttingouttheverypassagewhichErnesthadconsideredthepointofthewholething,andthen,thoughthearticlesappeared,whenitcametopayingforthemitwasanothermatter,andheneversawhismoney。“Editors。”hesaidtomeonedayaboutthistime,“arelikethepeoplewhoboughtandsoldinthebookofRevelation;thereisnotonebuthasthemarkofthebeastuponhim。” Atlastaftermonthsofdisappointmentandmanyatedioushourwastedindingyante-rooms(andofallanteroomsthoseofeditorsappeartometobethedreariest),hegotabonafideofferofemploymentfromoneofthefirstclassweeklypapersthroughanintroductionIwasabletogetforhimfromonewhohadpowerfulinfluencewiththepaperinquestion。Theeditorsenthimadozenlongbooksuponvariedanddifficultsubjects,andtoldhimtoreviewtheminasinglearticlewithinaweek。Inonebooktherewasaneditorialnotetotheeffectthatthewriterwastobecondemned。Ernestparticularlyadmiredthebookhewasdesiredtocondemn,andfeelinghowhopelessitwasforhimtodoanythinglikejusticetothebookssubmittedtohim,returnedthemtotheeditor。 Atlastonepaperdidactuallytakeadozenorsoofarticlesfromhim,andgavehimcashdownacoupleofguineasapieceforthem,buthavingdonethisitexpiredwithinafortnightafterthelastofErnest’sarticleshadappeared。Itcertainlylookedverymuchasiftheothereditorsknewtheirbusinessindecliningtohaveanythingtodowithmyunluckygodson。 Iwasnotsorrythathefailedwithperiodicalliterature,forwritingforreviewsornewspapersisbadtrainingforonewhomayaspiretowriteworksofmorepermanentinterest。Ayoungwritershouldhavemoretimeforreflectionthanhecangetasacontributortothedailyorevenweeklypress。Ernesthimself,however,waschagrinedatfindinghowunmarketablehewas。“Why。” hesaidtome,“IfIwasawell-bredhorse,orsheep,orapure-bredpigeonorlop-earedrabbitIshouldbemoresaleable。IfIwasevenacathedralinacolonialtownpeoplewouldgivemesomething,butasitistheydonotwantme“;andnowthathewaswellandrestedhewantedtosetupashopagain,butthis,ofcourse,Iwouldnothearof。 “WhatcareI。”saidhetomeoneday,“aboutbeingwhattheycallagentleman?”Andhismannerwasalmostfierce。 “Whathasbeingagentlemaneverdoneformeexceptmakemelessabletopreyandmoreeasytobepreyedupon?Ithaschangedthemannerofmybeingswindled,thatisall。ButforyourkindnesstomeIshouldbepenniless。ThankheavenIhaveplacedmychildrenwhereIhave。” Ibeggedhimtokeepquietalittlelongerandnottalkabouttakingashop。 “Willbeingagentleman。”hesaid,“bringmemoneyatthelast,andwillanythingbringmeasmuchpeaceatthelastasmoneywill? TheysaythatthosewhohaverichesenterhardlyintothekingdomofHeaven。ByJove,theydo;theyarelikeStruldbrugs;theyliveandliveandliveandarehappyformanyalongyearaftertheywouldhaveenteredintothekingdomofHeaveniftheyhadbeenpoor。I wanttolivelongandtoraisemychildren,ifIseetheywouldbehappierfortheraising;thatiswhatIwant,anditisnotwhatI amdoingnowthatwillhelpme。BeingagentlemanisaluxurywhichIcannotafford,thereforeIdonotwantit。Letmegobacktomyshopagain,anddothingsforpeoplewhichtheywantdoneandwillpaymefordoingforthem。TheyknowwhattheywantandwhatisgoodforthembetterthanIcantellthem。” Itwashardtodenythesoundnessofthis,andifhehadbeendependentonlyonthe300poundsayearwhichhewasgettingfrommeIshouldhaveadvisedhimtoopenhisshopagainnextmorning。Asitwas,Itemporisedandraisedobstacles,andquietedhimfromtimetotimeasbestIcould。 OfcoursehereadMrDarwin’sbooksasfastastheycameoutandadoptedevolutionasanarticleoffaith。“Itseemstome。”hesaidonce,“thatIamlikeoneofthosecaterpillarswhich,iftheyhavebeeninterruptedinmakingtheirhammock,mustbeginagainfromthebeginning。SolongasIwentbackalongwaydowninthesocialscaleIgotonallright,andshouldhavemademoneybutforEllen; whenItrytotakeuptheworkatahigherstageIfailcompletely。” Idonotknowwhethertheanalogyholdsgoodornot,butIamsureErnest’sinstinctwasrightintellinghimthatafteraheavyfallhehadbetterbeginlifeagainataverylowstage,andasIhavejustsaid,IwouldhavelethimgobacktohisshopifIhadnotknownwhatIdid。 AsthetimefixeduponbyhisauntdrewnearerIpreparedhimmoreandmoreforwhatwascoming,andatlast,onhistwenty-eighthbirthday,Iwasabletotellhimallandtoshowhimthelettersignedbyhisauntuponherdeath-bedtotheeffectthatIwastoholdthemoneyintrustforhim。Hisbirthdayhappenedthatyear(1863)tobeonaSunday,butonthefollowingdayItransferredhissharesintohisownname,andpresentedhimwiththeaccountbookswhichhehadbeenkeepingforthelastyearandahalf。 InspiteofallthatIhaddonetopreparehim,itwasalongwhilebeforeIcouldgethimactuallytobelievethatthemoneywashisown。Hedidnotsaymuch——nomoredidI,forIamnotsurethatI didnotfeelasmuchmovedathavingbroughtmylongtrusteeshiptoasatisfactoryconclusionasErnestdidatfindinghimselfownerofmorethan70,000pounds。Whenhedidspeakitwastojerkoutasentenceortwoofreflectionatatime。“IfIwererenderingthismomentinmusic。”hesaid,“Ishouldallowmyselffreeuseoftheaugmentedsixth。”AlittlelaterIrememberhissayingwithalaughthathadsomethingofafamilylikenesstohisaunt’s:“ItisnotthepleasureitcausesmewhichIenjoyso,itisthepainitwillcausetoallmyfriendsexceptyourselfandTowneley。” Isaid:“Youcannottellyourfatherandmother——itwoulddrivethemmad。” “No,no,no。”saidhe,“itwouldbetoocruel;itwouldbelikeIsaacofferingupAbrahamandnothicketwitharaminitnearathand。BesideswhyshouldI?Wehavecuteachotherthesefouryears。” ItalmostseemedasthoughourcasualmentionofTheobaldandChristinahadinsomewayexcitedthemfromadormanttoanactivestate。DuringtheyearsthathadelapsedsincetheylastappeareduponthescenetheyhadremainedatBattersby,andhadconcentratedtheiraffectionupontheirotherchildren。 IthadbeenabitterpilltoTheobaldtolosehispowerofplaguinghisfirst-born;ifthetruthwereknownIbelievehehadfeltthismoreacutelythananydisgracewhichmighthavebeensheduponhimbyErnest’simprisonment。Hehadmadeoneortwoattemptstoreopennegotiationsthroughme,butIneversaidanythingaboutthemtoErnest,forIknewitwouldupsethim。Iwrote,however,toTheobaldthatIhadfoundhissoninexorable,andrecommendedhimforthepresent,atanyrate,todesistfromreturningtothesubject。ThisIthoughtwouldbeatoncewhatErnestwouldlikebestandTheobaldleast。 Afewdays,however,afterErnesthadcomeintohisproperty,I receivedaletterfromTheobaldenclosingoneforErnestwhichI couldnotwithhold。 Theletterranthus:- “TomysonErnest,——AlthoughyouhavemorethanoncerejectedmyoverturesIappealyetagaintoyourbetternature。Yourmother,whohaslongbeenailing,is,Ibelieve,nearherend;sheisunabletokeepanythingonherstomach,andDrMartinholdsoutbutlittlehopesofherrecovery。Shehasexpressedawishtoseeyou,andsayssheknowsyouwillnotrefusetocometoher,which,consideringhercondition,Iamunwillingtosupposeyouwill。