首页 >出版文学> The Second Thoughts of An Idle Fellow>第1章
  ContentsOntheartofmakingupone’smind。
  Onthedisadvantageofnotgettingwhatonewants。
  Ontheexceptionalmeritattachingtothethingswemeanttodo。
  Onthepreparationandemploymentoflovephiltres。
  Onthedelightsandbenefitsofslavery。
  Onthecareandmanagementofwomen。
  Onthemindingofotherpeople’sbusiness。
  Onthetimewastedinlookingbeforeoneleaps。
  Onthenobilityofourselves。
  Onthemotherlinessofman。
  Ontheinadvisabilityoffollowingadvice。
  Ontheplayingofmarchesatthefuneralsofmarionettes。
  ONTHEARTOFMAKINGUPONE’SMIND
  "Now,whichwouldyouadvise,dear?Yousee,withtheredIshan’tbeabletowearmymagentahat。"
  "Wellthen,whynothavethegrey?"
  "Yes——yes,IthinkthegreywillbeMOREuseful。"
  "It’sagoodmaterial。"
  "Yes,andit’saPRETTYgrey。YouknowwhatImean,dear;notaCOMMONgrey。OfcoursegreyisalwaysanUNINTERESTINGcolour。"
  "Itsquiet。"
  "Andthenagain,whatIfeelabouttheredisthatitissowarm-looking。RedmakesyouFEELwarmevenwhenyou’reNOTwarm。
  YouknowwhatImean,dear!"
  "Wellthen,whynothavethered?Itsuitsyou——red。"
  "No;doyoureallythinkso?"
  "Well,whenyou’vegotacolour,Imean,ofcourse!"
  "Yes,thatisthedrawbacktored。No,Ithink,onthewhole,thegreyisSAFER。"
  "Thenyouwilltakethegrey,madam?"
  "Yes,IthinkI’dbetter;don’tyou,dear?"
  "Ilikeitmyselfverymuch。"
  "Anditisgoodwearingstuff。Ishallhaveittrimmedwith——Oh!
  youhaven’tcutitoff,haveyou?"
  "Iwasjustaboutto,madam。"
  "Well,don’tforamoment。Justletmehaveanotherlookatthered。Yousee,dear,ithasjustoccurredtome——thatchinchillawouldlooksowellonthered!"
  "Soitwould,dear!"
  "And,yousee,I’vegotthechinchilla。"
  "Thenhavethered。Whynot?"
  "Well,thereisthehatI’mthinkingof。"
  "Youhaven’tanythingelseyoucouldwearwiththat?"
  "Nothingatall,anditwouldgosoBEAUTIFULLYwiththegrey。——Yes,IthinkI’llhavethegrey。It’salwaysasafecolour——grey。"
  "FourteenyardsIthinkyousaid,madam?"
  "Yes,fourteenyardswillbeenough;becauseIshallmixitwith——
  Oneminute。Yousee,dear,ifItakethegreyIshallhavenothingtowearwithmyblackjacket。"
  "Won’titgowithgrey?"
  "Notwell——notsowellaswithred。"
  "Ishouldhavetheredthen。Youevidentlyfancyityourself。"
  "No,personallyIpreferthegrey。ButthenonemustthinkofEVERYTHING,and——Goodgracious!that’ssurelynottherighttime?"
  "No,madam,it’stenminutesslow。Wealwayskeepourclocksalittleslow!"
  "AndweweretoohavebeenatMadameJannaway’sataquarterpasttwelve。HowlongshoppingdoestakeI——Why,whatevertimedidwestart?"
  "Abouteleven,wasn’tit?"
  "Half-pastten。Iremembernow;because,youknow,wesaidwe’dstartathalf-pastnine。We’vebeentwohoursalready!"
  "Andwedon’tseemtohavedonemuch,dowe?"
  "Doneliterallynothing,andImeanttohavedonesomuch。ImustgotoMadameJannaway’s。Haveyougotmypurse,dear?Oh,it’sallright,I’vegotit。"
  "Well,nowyouhaven’tdecidedwhetheryou’regoingtohavethegreyorthered。"
  "I’msureIdon’tknowwhatIdowantnow。Ihadmadeupmymindaminuteago,andnowit’sallgoneagain——ohyes,Iremember,thered。Yes,I’llhavethered。No,Idon’tmeanthered,Imeanthegrey。"
  "Youweretalkingabouttheredlasttime,ifyouremember,dear。"
  "Oh,soIwas,you’requiteright。That’stheworstofshopping。
  DoyouknowIgetquiteconfusedsometimes。"
  "Thenyouwilldecideonthered,madam?"
  "Yes——yes,Ishan’tdoanybetter,shallI,dear?Whatdoyouthink?Youhaven’tgotanyothershadesofred,haveyou?Thisissuchanuglyred。"
  Theshopmanremindsherthatshehasseenalltheotherreds,andthatthisistheparticularshadesheselectedandadmired。
  "Oh,verywell,"shereplies,withtheairofonefromwhomallearthlycaresarefalling,"Imusttakethatthen,Isuppose。I
  can’tbeworriedaboutitanylonger。I’vewastedhalfthemorningalready。"
  Outsidesherecollectsthreeinsuperableobjectionstothered,andfourunanswerableargumentswhysheshouldhaveselectedthegrey。
  Shewonderswouldtheychangeit,ifshewentbackandaskedtoseetheshopwalker?Herfriend,whowantsherlunch,thinksnot。
  "ThatiswhatIhateaboutshopping,"shesays。"OneneverhastimetoreallyTHINK。"
  Shesayssheshan’tgotothatshopagain。
  Welaughather,butarewesoverymuchbetter?Come,mysuperiormalefriend,haveyouneverstood,amidyourwardrobe,undecidedwhether,inhereyes,youwouldappearmoreimposing,cladintheroughtweedsuitthatsoadmirablydisplaysyourbroadshoulders;orintheorthodoxblackfrock,that,afterall,isperhapsmoresuitabletothefigureofamanapproaching——letussay,thenine-and-twenties?Or,betterstill,whynotridingcostume?DidwenothearhersayhowwellJoneslookedinhistop-bootsandbreeches,and,"hangitall,"wehaveabetterlegthanJones。Whatapityriding-breechesaremadesobaggynowadays。Whyisitthatmalefashionstendmoreandmoretohidethemaleleg?Aswomenhavebecomelessandlessashamedoftheirs,wehavebecomemoreandmorereticentofours。Whyarethesilkenhose,thetight-fittingpantaloons,theneatkneebreechesofourforefathersimpossibleto-day?Arewegrownmoremodest——orhastherecomeaboutafallingoff,renderingconcealmentadvisable?
  Icanneverunderstand,myself,whywomenloveus。Itmustbeourhonestworth,oursterlingmerit,thatattractsthem——certainlynotourappearance,inapairoftweed"dittos,"blackangoracoatandvest,stand-upcollar,andchimney-pothat!No,itmustbeoursheerforceofcharacterthatcompelstheiradmiration。
  Whatagoodtimeourancestorsmusthavehadwasborneinuponmewhen,ononeoccasion,Iappearedincharacteratafancydressball。WhatIrepresentedIamunabletosay,andIdon’tparticularlycare。Ionlyknowitwassomethingmilitary。Ialsorememberthatthecostumewastwosizestoosmallformeinthechest,andthereabouts;andthreesizestoolargeformeinthehat。
  Ipaddedthehat,anddinedinthemiddleofthedayoffachopandhalfaglassofsoda-water。Ihavegainedprizesasaboyformathematics,alsoforscripturehistory——notoften,butIhavedoneit。Aliterarycritic,nowdead,oncepraisedabookofmine。I
  knowtherehavebeenoccasionswhenmyconducthaswontheapprobationofgoodmen;butnever——neverinmywholelife,haveI
  feltmoreproud,moresatisfiedwithmyselfthanonthateveningwhen,thelasthookfastened,Igazedatmyfull-lengthSelfinthechevalglass。Iwasadream。Isayitwhoshouldnot;butIamnottheonlyonewhosaidit。Iwasaglitteringdream。Thegroundworkwasred,trimmedwithgoldbraidwherevertherewasroomforgoldbraid;andwheretherewasnomorepossibleroomforgoldbraidtherehunggoldcords,andtassels,andstraps。Goldbuttonsandbucklesfastenedme,goldembroideredbeltsandsashescaressedme,whitehorse-hairplumeswavedo’erme。Iamnotsurethateverythingwasinitsproperplace,butImanagedtogeteverythingonsomehow,andIlookedwell。Itsuitedme。Mysuccesswasarevelationtomeoffemalehumannature。Girlswhohadhithertobeencoldanddistantgatheredroundme,timidlysolicitousofnotice。GirlsonwhomIsmiledlosttheirheadsandgavethemselvesairs。Girlswhowerenotintroducedtomesulkedandwererudetogirlsthathadbeen。Foronepoorchild,withwhomIsatouttwodances(atleastshesat,whileIstoodgracefullybesideher——Ihadbeenadvised,bythecostumier,NOTtosit),Iwassorry。Hewasaworthyyoungfellow,thesonofacottonbroker,andhewouldhavemadeheragoodhusband,Ifeelsure。Buthewasfoolishtocomeasabeer-bottle。
  Perhaps,afterall,itisaswellthoseoldfashionshavegoneout。
  Aweekinthatsuitmighthaveimpairedmynaturalmodesty。
  Onewondersthatfancydressballsarenotmorepopularinthisgreyageofours。Thechildishinstinctto"dressup,"to"makebelieve,"iswithusall。Wegrowsotiredofbeingalwaysourselves。Atea-tablediscussion,atwhichIonceassisted,fellintothis:-Wouldanyoneofus,whenitcametothepoint,changewithanybodyelse,thepoormanwiththemillionaire,thegovernesswiththeprincess——changenotonlyoutwardcircumstancesandsurroundings,buthealthandtemperament,heart,brain,andsoul;sothatnotonementalorphysicalparticleofone’soriginalselfonewouldretain,saveonlymemory?Thegeneralopinionwasthatwewouldnot,butoneladymaintainedtheaffirmative。
  "Ohno,youwouldn’treally,dear,"arguedafriend;"youTHINKyouwould。"
  "Yes,Iwould,"persistedthefirstlady;"Iamtiredofmyself。
  I’devenbeyou,forachange。"
  Inmyyouth,thequestionchieflyimportanttomewas——WhatsortofmanshallIdecidetobe?Atnineteenoneasksoneselfthisquestion;atthirty-ninewesay,"IwishFatehadn’tmademethissortofman。"
  InthosedaysIwasareaderofmuchwell-meantadvicetoyoungmen,andIgatheredthat,whetherIshouldbecomeaSirLancelot,aHerrTeufelsdrockh,oranIagowasamatterformyownindividualchoice。
  WhetherIshouldgothroughlifegailyorgravelywasaquestiontheprosandconsofwhichIcarefullyconsidered。ForpatternsI
  turnedtobooks。Byronwasthenstillpopular,andmanyofusmadeupourmindstobegloomy,saturnineyoungmen,wearywiththeworld,andpronetosoliloquy。Ideterminedtojointhem。
  ForamonthIrarelysmiled,or,whenIdid,itwaswithaweary,bittersmile,concealingabrokenheart——atleastthatwastheintention。Shallow-mindedobserversmisunderstood。
  "Iknowexactlyhowitfeels,"theywouldsay,lookingatmesympathetically,"Ioftenhaveitmyself。It’sthesuddenchangeintheweather,Ithink;"andtheywouldpressneatbrandyuponme,andsuggestginger。
  Again,itisdistressingtotheyoungman,busyburyinghissecretsorrowunderamoundofsilence,tobeslappedonthebackbycommonplacepeopleandasked——"Well,how’s’thehump’thismorning?"
  andtohearhismoodofdignifiedmelancholyreferredto,bythosewhoshouldknowbetter,as"thesulks。"
  TherearepracticaldifficultiesalsointhewayofhimwhowouldplaytheByronicyounggentleman。Hemustbesupernaturallywicked——orrathermusthavebeen;only,alas!intheunliterarygrammaroflife,wherethefuturetensestandsfirst,andthepastisformed,notfromtheindefinite,butfromthepresentindicative,"tohavebeen"is"tobe";andtobewickedonasmallincomeisimpossible。Theruinofeventhesimplestofmaidenscostsmoney。
  IntheCourtsofLoveonecannotsueinformapauperis;norwoulditbetheByronicmethod。
  "Todrownremembranceinthecup"soundswell,butthenthe"cup,"
  tobefitting,shouldbeofsomeexpensivebrand。TodrinkdeepofoldTokayorAstiispoetical;butwhenone’spursenecessitatesthatthedraught,ifitistobedeepenoughtodrownanything,shouldbeofthinbeeratfive-and-ninethefourandahalfgalloncask,orsomethingsimilarinprice,sinisrobbedofitsflavour。
  Possiblyalso——letmethinkit——theconvictionmayhavebeenwithinmethatVice,evenatitsdaintiest,isbutanugly,sordidthing,repulsiveinthesunlight;thatthough——asragsanddirttoart——itmayaffordpicturesquematerialtoLiterature,itisanevil-smellinggarmenttothewearer;onethatagoodman,byreasonofpovertyofwill,maycomedownto,butonetobeavoidedwithallone’seffort,discardedwithreturningmentalprosperity。
  Bethisasitmay,Igrewwearyoftrainingforasaturnineyoungman;and,inthemidstofmydoubt,Ichanceduponabooktheheroofwhichwasadebonnaireyoungbuck,owncousintoTomandJerry。
  Heattendedfights,bothofcocksandmen,flirtedwithactresses,wrenchedoffdoor-knockers,extinguishedstreetlamps,playedmanyamerryjestuponmanyanunappreciativenightwatch-man。Forallthewhichhewasmuchbelovedbythewomenofthebook。WhyshouldnotIflirtwithactresses,putoutstreetlamps,playpranksonpolicemen,andbebeloved?Londonlifewaschangedsincethedaysofmyhero,butmuchremained,andtheheartofwomaniseternal。
  Ifnolongerprizefightingwastobehad,atleasttherewereboxingcompetitions,socalled,indingybackparloursoutWhitechapelway。
  Thoughcockfightingwasalostsport,weretherenotdampcellarsneartheriverwherefortwopenceagentlemanmightbackmongrelterrierstokillratsagainsttime,andfeelhimselfindeedasportsman?True,theatmosphereofrecklessgaiety,alwayssurroundingmyhero,Imissedmyselffromthesescenes,findinginitsplaceanatmospheremoresuggestiveofgin,staletobacco,andnervousapprehensionofthepolice;buttheessentialsmusthavebeenthesame,andthenextmorningIcouldexclaimintheverywordsofmyprototype——"Oddscrickets,butIfeelasthoughthedevilhimselfwereinmyhead。Pestetakemeforafool。"
  Butinthisdirectionlikewisemyfatallackofmeansopposedme。
  (Itaffordsmuchfoodtothephilosophicmind,thisinfluenceofincomeuponcharacter。)Evenfifth-rate"boxingcompetitions,"
  organizedby"friendlyleads,"andrattingcontestsinRotherhitheslums,becomeexpensive,whenyouhappentobetheonlygentlemanpresentpossessedofacollar,andareexpectedtodothehonoursofyourclassindog’s-nose。True,climbinglamp-postsandputtingoutthegasisfairlycheap,providingalwaysyouarenotcaughtintheact,butasarecreationitlacksvariety。NoristhemodernLondonlamp-postadaptedtosport。Anythingmoredifficulttogrip——anythingwithless"give"init——Ihaverarelyclasped。Thedisgracefulamountofdirtallowedtoaccumulateuponitisanotherdrawbackfromtheclimber’spointofview。Bythetimeyouhaveswarmedupyourthirdpostapositivedistastefor"gaiety"stealsoveryou。Yourdesireistowardsarnicaandabath。
  Norinjokesattheexpenseofpolicemenisthefunentirelyonyourside。MaybeIdidnotproceedwithjudgment。Itoccurstomenow,lookingback,thattheneighbourhoodsofCoventGardenandGreatMarlboroughStreetwereill-chosenforsportofthisnature。Tobonnetafatpolicemanisexcellentfooling。Whileheisstrugglingwithhishelmetyoucanaskhimcomicquestions,andbythetimehehasgothisheadfreeyouareoutofsight。Butthegameshouldbeplayedinadistrictwherethereisnotanaverageofthreeconstablestoeverydozensquareyards。Whentwootherpolicemen,whohavehadtheireyeonyouforthepasttenminutes,arewatchingtheproceedingsfromjustroundthenextcorner,youhavelittleornoleisurefordueenjoymentofthesituation。BythetimeyouhaverunthewholelengthofGreatTitchfieldStreetandtwiceroundOxfordMarket,youareofopinionthatajokeshouldneverbeprolongedbeyondthepointatwhichthereisdangerofitsbecomingwearisome;andthatthetimehasnowarrivedforhomeandfriends。
  The"Law,"ontheotherhand,nowraisedbyreinforcementstoastrengthofsixorsevenmen,isjustbeginningtoenjoythechase。
  Youpicturetoyourself,whiledoingHanoverSquare,thesceneinCourtthenextmorning。Youwillbeaccusedofbeingdrunkanddisorderly。Itwillbeidleforyoutoexplaintothemagistrate(ortoyourrelationsafterwards)thatyouwereonlytryingtoliveuptoamanwhodidthissortofthinginabookandwasadmiredforit。Youwillbefinedtheusualfortyshillings;andonthenextoccasionofyourcallingattheMayfields’thegirlswillbeout,andMrs。Mayfield,anexcellentlady,whohasalwaystakenamotherlyinterestinyou,willtalkseriouslytoyouandurgeyoutosignthepledge。
  ThankstoyouryouthandconstitutionyoushakeoffthepursuitatNottingHill;and,toavoidanychanceofunpleasantcontretempsonthereturnjourney,walkhometoBloomsburybywayofCamdenTownandIslington。
  IabandonedsportivetendenciesastheresultofavowmadebymyselftoProvidence,duringtheearlyhoursofacertainSundaymorning,whileclingingtothewaterspoutofanunpretentioushousesituateinasidestreetoffSoho。IputittoProvidenceasmantoman。"Letmeonlygetoutofthis,"IthinkwerethemutteredwordsIused,"andnomore’sport’forme。"Providenceclosedontheoffer,anddidletmegetoutofit。True,itwasacomplicated"getout,"involvingabrokenskylightandthreegasglobes,twohoursinacoalcellar,andasovereigntoapotmanfortheloanofanulster;andwhenatlast,secureinmychamber,Itookstockofmyself——whatwasleftofme,——IcouldnotbutreflectthatProvidencemighthavedonethejobneater。YetIexperiencednodesiretoescapethetermsofthecovenant;myincliningforthefuturewastowardsalifeofsimplicity。
  Accordingly,Icastaboutforanewcharacter,andfoundonetosuitme。TheGermanprofessorwasbecomingpopularasaheroaboutthisperiod。Heworehishairlongandwasotherwiseuntidy,buthehad"aheartofsteel,"occasionallyofgold。Themajorityoffolksinthebook,judginghimfromhisexteriortogetherwithhisconversation——inbrokenEnglish,dealingchieflywithhisdeadmotherandhislittlesisterLisa,——dubbedhimuninteresting,butthentheydidnotknowabouttheheart。Hischiefpossessionwasalamedogwhichhehadrescuedfromabrutalmob;andwhenhewasnottalkingbrokenEnglishhewasnursingthisdog。
  Buthisspecialitywasstoppingrunawayhorses,therebysavingtheheroine’slife。This,combinedwiththebrokenEnglishandthedog,renderedhimirresistible。
  Heseemedapeaceful,amiablesortofcreature,andIdecidedtotryhim。IcouldnotofcoursebeaGermanprofessor,butIcould,anddid,wearmyhairlonginspiteofmuchpublicadvicetothecontrary,voicedchieflybysmallboys。Iendeavouredtoobtainpossessionofalamedog,butfailed。Aone-eyeddealerinSevenDials,towhom,asalastresource,Iapplied,offeredtolameoneformeforanextrafiveshillings,butthissuggestionIdeclined。
  Icameacrossanuncanny-lookingmongrellateonenight。Hewasnotlame,butheseemedprettysick;and,feelingIwasnotrobbinganybodyofanythingveryvaluable,Iluredhimhomeandnursedhim。
  IfancyImusthaveover-nursedhim。Hegotsohealthyintheend,therewasnodoinganythingwithhim。Hewasanill-conditionedcur,andhewastoooldtobetaught。Hebecamethecurseoftheneighbourhood。Hisideaofsportwaskillingchickensandsneakingrabbitsfromoutsidepoulterers’shops。Forrecreationhekilledcatsandfrightenedsmallchildrenbyyelpingroundtheirlegs。
  ThereweretimeswhenIcouldhavelamedhimmyself,ifonlyIcouldhavegotholdofhim。Imadenothingbyrunningthatdog——nothingwhatever。People,insteadofadmiringmefornursinghimbacktolife,calledmeafool,andsaidthatifIdidn’tdrownthebrutetheywould。Hespoiltmycharacterutterly——Imeanmycharacteratthisperiod。Itisdifficulttoposeasayoungmanwithaheartofgold,whendiscoveredinthemiddleoftheroadthrowingstonesatyourowndog。Andstonesweretheonlythingsthatwouldreachandinfluencehim。
  Iwasalsohamperedbyascarcityinrunawayhorses。Thehorseofoursuburbwasnotthattypeofhorse。Onceandonlyoncedidanopportunityofferitselfforpractice。Itwasagoodopportunity,inasmuchashewasnotrunningawayverygreatly。Indeed,Idoubtifheknewhimselfthathewasrunningaway。Ittranspiredafterwardsthatitwasahabitofhis,afterwaitingforhisdriveroutsidetheRoseandCrownforwhatheconsideredtobeareasonableperiod,totrothomeonhisownaccount。Hepassedmegoingaboutsevenmilesanhour,withthereinsdraggingconvenientlybesidehim。Hewastheverythingforabeginner,andIpreparedmyself。
  Atthecriticalmoment,however,acoupleofofficiouspolicemenpushedmeasideanddiditthemselves。
  Therewasnothingformetoregret,asthematterturnedout。I
  shouldonlyhaverescuedabald-headedcommercialtraveller,verydrunk,whosworehorribly,andpeltedthecrowdwithemptycollar-boxes。
  FromthewindowofaveryhighflatIoncewatchedthreemen,resolvedtostoparunawayhorse。Eachmanmarcheddeliberatelyintothemiddleoftheroadandtookuphisstand。Mywindowwastoofarawayformetoseetheirfaces,buttheirattitudesuggestedheroismuntodeath。Thefirstman,asthehorsecamechargingtowardshim,faceditwithhisarmsspreadout。Heneverflincheduntilthehorsewaswithinabouttwentyyardsofhim。Then,astheanimalwasevidentlydeterminedtocontinueitswildcareer,therewasnothingleftforhimtodobuttoretireagaintothekerb,wherehestoodlookingafteritwithevidentsorrow,asthoughsayingtohimself——"Oh,well,ifyouaregoingtobeheadstrongI
  havedonewithyou。"
  Thesecondman,onthecatastrophebeingthusleftclearforhim,withoutamoment’shesitation,walkedupabyestreetanddisappeared。Thethirdmanstoodhisground,and,asthehorsepassedhim,yelledatit。Icouldnothearwhathesaid。Ihavenottheslightestdoubtitwasexcellentadvice,buttheanimalwasapparentlytooexcitedeventolisten。Thefirstandthethirdmanmetafterwards,anddiscussedthemattersympathetically。Ijudgedtheywereregrettingthepig-headednessofrunawayhorsesingeneral,andhopingthatnobodyhadbeenhurt。
  IforgettheothercharactersIassumedaboutthisperiod。One,I
  know,thatgotmeintoagooddealoftroublewasthatofadownright,honest,hearty,outspokenyoungmanwhoalwayssaidwhathemeant。
  Ineverknewbutonemanwhomadearealsuccessofspeakinghismind。Ihaveheardhimslapthetablewithhisopenhandandexclaim——
  "Youwantmetoflatteryou——tostuffyouupwithapackoflies。
  That’snotme,that’snotJimCompton。Butifyoucareformyhonestopinion,allIcansayis,thatchildisthemostmarvellousperformeronthepianoI’veeverheard。Idon’tsaysheisagenius,butIhaveheardLisztandMetzlerandallthecrackplayers,andIpreferHER。That’smyopinion。Ispeakmymind,andIcan’thelpitifyou’reoffended。"
  "Howrefreshing,"theparentswouldsay,"tocomeacrossamanwhoisnotafraidtosaywhathereallythinks。Whyarewenotalloutspoken?"
  ThelastcharacterIattemptedIthoughtwouldbeeasytoassume。
  Itwasthatofamuchadmiredandbelovedyoungman,whosegreatcharmlayinthefactthathewasalwaysjust——himself。Otherpeopleposedandacted。Henevermadeanyefforttobeanythingbuthisownnatural,simpleself。
  IthoughtIalsowouldbemyownnatural,simpleself。Butthenthequestionarose——Whatwasmyownnatural,simpleself?
  ThatwasthepreliminaryproblemIhadtosolve;Ihavenotsolvedittothisday。WhatamI?Iamagreatgentleman,walkingthroughtheworldwithdauntlessheartandheaderect,scornfulofallmeanness,impatientofalllittleness。Iamamean-thinking,little-daringman——thetypeofmanthatIofthedauntlessheartandtheerectheaddespisegreatly——crawlingtoapoorendbydeviousways,cringingtothestrong,timidofallpain。I——but,dearreader,IwillnotsaddenyoursensitiveearswithdetailsIcouldgiveyou,showinghowcontemptibleacreaturethiswretchedI
  happenstobe。Norwouldyouunderstandme。Youwouldonlybeastonished,discoveringthatsuchdisreputablespecimensofhumanitycontrivetoexistinthisage。Itisbest,mydearsir,ormadam,youshouldremainignorantoftheseevilpersons。Letmenottroubleyouwithknowledge。
  Iamaphilosopher,greetingalikethethunderandthesunshinewithfrolicwelcome。Onlynowandthen,whenallthingsdonotfallexactlyasIwishthem,whenfoolish,wickedpeoplewillpersistindoingfoolish,wickedacts,affectingmycomfortandhappiness,I
  rageandfretagoodishdeal。
  AsHeinesaidofhimself,Iamknight,too,oftheHolyGrail,valiantfortheTruth,reverentofallwomen,honouringallmen,eagertoyieldlifetotheserviceofmygreatCaptain。
  Andnextmoment,Ifindmyselfintheenemy’slines,fightingundertheblackbanner。(ItmustbeconfusingtotheseopposingGenerals,alltheirsoldiersbeingdesertersfrombotharmies。)Whatarewomenbutmen’splaythings!Shalltherebenomorecakesandaleformebecausethouartvirtuous!Whataremenbuthungrydogs,contendingeachagainsteachforalimitedsupplyofbones!Dootherslestthoubedone。WhatistheTruthbutanunexplodedlie!
  Iamaloverofalllivingthings。You,mypoorsister,strugglingwithyourheavyburdenonyourlonelyway,Iwouldkissthetearsfromyourworncheeks,lightenwithmylovethedarknessaroundyourfeet。You,mypatientbrother,breathinghardasroundandroundyoutrampthetroddenpath,likesomepoorhalf-blindgin-horse,stripesyouronlyencouragement,scantystoreofdrychaffinyourmanger!Iwouldjogbesideyou,takingthestrainalittlefromyourachingshoulders;andwewouldwalknodding,ourheadssidebyside,andyou,remembering,shouldtellmeofthefieldswherelongagoyouplayed,ofthegallantracesthatyouranandwon。Andyou,littlepinchedbrats,withwonderingeyes,lookingfromdirt-encrustedfaces,Iwouldtakeyouinmyarmsandtellyoufairystories。Intothesweetlandofmake-believewewouldwander,leavingthesadoldworldbehindusforatime,andyoushouldbePrincesandPrincesses,andknowLove。
  Butagain,aselfish,greedymancomesoften,andsitsinmyclothes。Amanwhofretsawayhislife,planninghowtogetmoremoney——morefood,moreclothes,morepleasuresforhimself;amansobusythinkingofthemanythingsheneedshehasnotimetodwellupontheneedsofothers。Hedeemshimselfthecentreoftheuniverse。Youwouldimagine,hearinghimgrumbling,thattheworldhadbeencreatedandgotreadyagainstthetimewhenheshouldcometotakehispleasureinit。Hewouldpushandtrample,heedless,reachingtowardsthesemanydesiresofhis;andwhen,grabbing,hemisses,hecursesHeavenforitsinjustice,andmenandwomenforgettinginhispath。Heisnotaniceman,inanyway。Iwish,asIsay,hewouldnotcomesooftenandsitinmyclothes。HepersiststhatheisI,andthatIamonlyasentimentalfool,spoilinghischances。Sometimes,forawhile,Igetridofhim,buthealwayscomesback;andthenhegetsridofmeandIbecomehim。
  Itisveryconfusing。SometimesIwonderifIreallyammyself。
  ONTHEDISADVANTAGEOFNOTGETTINGWHATONEWANTS
  Long,longago,whenyouandI,dearReader,wereyoung,whenthefairiesdweltintheheartsoftheroses,whenthemoonbeamsbenteachnightbeneaththeweightofangels’feet,therelivedagood,wiseman。Orrather,Ishouldsay,therehadlived,foratthetimeofwhichIspeakthepooroldgentlemanlaydying。Waitingeachmomentthedreadsummons,hefella-musingonthelifethatstretchedfarbackbehindhim。Howfullitseemedtohimatthatmomentoffolliesandmistakes,bringingbittertearsnottohimselfalonebuttoothersalso。Howmuchbrighteraroadmightithavebeen,hadhebeenwiser,hadheknown!
  "Ah,me!"saidthegoodoldgentleman,"ifonlyIcouldlivemylifeagaininthelightofexperience。"
  NowashespokethesewordshefeltthedrawingneartohimofaPresence,andthinkingitwastheOnewhomheexpected,raisinghimselfalittlefromhisbed,hefeeblycried,"Iamready。"
  Butahandforcedhimgentlyback,avoicesaying,"Notyet;Ibringlife,notdeath。Yourwishshallbegranted。Youshallliveyourlifeagain,andtheknowledgeofthepastshallbewithyoutoguideyou。Seeyouuseit。Iwillcomeagain。"
  Thenasleepfelluponthegoodman,andwhenheawoke,hewasagainalittlechild,lyinginhismother’sarms;but,lockedwithinhisbrainwastheknowledgeofthelifethathehadlivedalready。
  Sooncemorehelivedandlovedandlaboured。Soasecondtimehelayanold,wornmanwithlifebehindhim。Andtheangelstoodagainbesidehisbed;andthevoicesaid,"Well,areyoucontentnow?"
  "Iamwellcontent,"saidtheoldgentleman。"LetDeathcome。"
  "Andhaveyouunderstood?"askedtheangel。
  "Ithinkso,"wastheanswer;"thatexperienceisbutasofthememoryofthepathwayshehastrodtoatravellerjourneyingeveronwardintoanunknownland。Ihavebeenwiseonlytoreaptherewardoffolly。Knowledgehasofttimeskeptmefrommygood。I
  haveavoidedmyoldmistakesonlytofallintoothersthatIknewnotof。Ihavereachedtheolderrorsbynewroads。WhereIhaveescapedsorrowIhavelostjoy。WhereIhavegraspedhappinessI
  havepluckedpainalso。NowletmegowithDeaththatImaylearn……"
  Whichwassoliketheangelofthatperiod,thegivingofagift,bringingtoamanonlymoretrouble。MaybeIamoverratingmycoolnessofjudgmentundersomewhatstartlingcircumstances,butI
  aminclinedtothinkthat,hadIlivedinthosedays,andhadafairyoranangelcometome,wantingtogivemesomething——mysoul’sdesire,orthesumofmyambition,oranytrifleofthatkindIshouldhavebeenshortwithhim。
  "Youpackupthatpreciousbagoftricksofyours,"Ishouldhavesaidtohim(itwouldhavebeenrude,butthatishowIshouldhavefelt),"andgetoutsidewithit。I’mnottakinganythinginyourlineto-day。Idon’trequireanysupernaturalaidtogetmeintotrouble。AlltheworryIwantIcangetdownhere,soit’snogoodyourcalling。Youtakethatlittlejokeofyours,——Idon’tknowwhatitis,butIknowenoughnottowanttoknow,——andrunitoffonsomeotheridiot。I’mnotpriggish。Ihavenoobjectiontoaninnocentgameof’catch-questions’intheordinaryway,andwhenI
  getaturnmyself。ButifI’vegottopayeverytime,andthestakesaretobemyearthlyhappinessplusmyfutureexistence——why,Idon’tplay。TherewasthecaseofMidas;anice,shabbytrickyoufellowsplayedoffuponhim!makingpretenceyoudidnotunderstandhim,twistingroundthepooroldfellow’swords,justforalltheworldasthoughyouwereapackofOldBaileylawyers,tryingtotripupawitness;I’mashamedofthelotofyou,andItellyouso——
  comingdownhere,foolingpoorunsuspectingmortalswithyournonsense,asthoughwehadnotenoughtoharryusasitwas。Thentherewasthatothercaseofthepooroldpeasantcoupletowhomyoupromisedthreewishes,thewholethingendinginablackpudding。
  Andtheynevergoteventhat。Youthoughtthatfunny,Isuppose。
  Thatwasyourfairyhumour!Apity,Isay,youhavenot,allofyou,somethingbettertodowithyourtime。AsIsaidbefore,youtakethatcelestial’JoeMiller’ofyoursandworkitoffonsomebodyelse。Ihavereadmyfairylore,andIhavereadmymythology,andIdon’twantanyofyourblessings。Andwhat’smore,I’mnotgoingtohavethem。WhenIwantblessingsIwillputupwiththeusualsortweareaccustomedtodownhere。YouknowtheonesImean,thedisguisedbrand——theblessingsthatnohumanbeingwouldthinkwereblessings,ifhewerenottold;theblessingsthatdon’tlooklikeblessings,thatdon’tfeellikeblessings;that,asamatteroffact,arenotblessings,practicallyspeaking;theblessingsthatotherpeoplethinkareblessingsforusandthatwedon’t。They’vegottheirdrawbacks,buttheyarebetterthanyours,atanyrate,andtheyaresoonerover。Idon’twantyourblessingsatanyprice。IfyouleaveonehereIshallsimplythrowitoutafteryou。"
  IfeelconfidentIshouldhaveansweredinthatstrain,andIfeelitwouldhavedonegood。Somebodyoughttohavespokenplainly,becausewithfairiesandangelsofthatsortfoolingabout,noonewaseversafeforamoment。Childrencouldhardlyhavebeenallowedoutsidethedoor。Onenevercouldhavetoldwhatsillytricksomewould-befunnyfairymightbewaitingtoplayoffonthem。Thepoorchildwouldnotknow,andwouldthinkitwasgettingsomethingworthhaving。Thewondertomeisthatsomeofthoseangelsdidn’tgettarredandfeathered。
  IamdoubtfulwhetherevenCinderella’sluckwasquiteassatisfyingasweareledtobelieve。Afterthecarpetlesskitchenandtheblackbeetles,howbeautifulthepalacemusthaveseemed——forthefirstyear,perhapsforthefirsttwo。AndthePrince!howloving,howgallant,howtender——forthefirstyear,perhapsforthefirsttwo。Andafter?YouseehewasaPrince,broughtupinaCourt,theatmosphereofwhichisnotconducivetothedevelopmentofthedomesticvirtues;andshe——wasCinderella。Andthenthemarriagealtogetherwasratherahurriedaffair。Ohyes,sheisagood,lovinglittlewoman;butperhapsourRoyalHighness-shipdidacttoomuchontheimpulseofthemoment。Itwasherdear,daintyfeetthatdancedtheirwayintoourheart。Howtheyflashedandtwinkled,easedinthosefairyslippers。Howlikealilyamongtulipsshemovedthatnightamidtheover-gorgeousCourtdames。Shewassosweet,sofresh,sodifferenttoalltheotherswhomweknewsowell。Howhappyshelookedassheputhertremblinglittlehandinours。Whatpossibilitiesmightliebehindthosedroopinglashes。
  Andwewereinamorousmoodthatnight,themusicinourfeet,theflashandglitterinoureyes。Andthen,topiqueusfurther,shedisappearedassuddenlyandstrangelyasshehadcome。Whowasshe?
  Whencecameshe?Whatwasthemysterysurroundingher?Wassheonlyadeliciousdream,ahauntingphantasythatweshouldneverlookuponagain,neverclaspagainwithinourlongingarms?Wasourhearttobeforeverhungry,hauntedbythememoryof——No,byheavens,sheisreal,andawoman。Hereisherdearslipper,madesurelytobekissed。Ofasizetoothatamanmaywellwearwithinthebreastofhisdoublet。Hadanywoman——nay,fairy,angel,suchdearfeet!Searchthewholekingdomthrough,butfindher,findher。Thegodshaveheardourprayers,andgivenusthisclue。
  "Supposeshebenotallsheseemed。Supposeshebenotofbirthfittomatewithournoblehouse!"Outuponthee,foranearth-bound,blindcurmudgeonofaLordHighChancellor。Howcouldawoman,whomsuchslipperfitted,bebutofthenoblestandthebest,asfaraboveus,merePrinceletthatweare,asthestarsinheavenarebrighterthanthydulloldeyes!Go,searchthekingdom,wetellthee,fromeasttowest,fromnorthtosouth,andseetoitthatthoufindesther,oritshallgohardwiththee。ByVenus,besheaswineherd’sdaughter,sheshallbeourQueen——anshedeigntoacceptofus,andofourkingdom。
  Ahwell,ofcourse,itwasnotawisepieceofbusiness,thatgoeswithoutsaying;butwewereyoung,andPrincesareonlyhuman。Poorchild,shecouldnothelphereducation,orratherherlackofit。
  Dearlittlething,thewonderisthatshehascontrivedtobenomoreignorantthansheis,draggedupasshewas,neglectedandoverworked。Nordoeslifeinakitchen,amidthecompanionshipofpeasantsandmenials,tendtofostertheintellect。Whocanblameherforbeingshyandsomewhatdullofthought?notwe,generous-
  minded,kind-heartedPrincethatweare。Andsheisveryaffectionate。Thefamilyaretrying,certainly;father-in-lawnotabadsort,thoughalittleprosywhenuponthesubjectofhisdomestictroubles,andalittletoofondofhisglass;mamma-in-law,andthosetwougly,ill-manneredsisters,decidedlyanuisanceaboutthepalace。Yetwhatcanwedo?theyareourrelationsnow,andtheydonotforgettoletusknowit。Well,well,wehadtoexpectthat,andthingsmighthavebeenworse。Anyhowsheisnotjealous——
  thankgoodness。
  SothedaycomeswhenpoorlittleCinderellasitsaloneofanightinthebeautifulpalace。Thecourtiershavegonehomeintheircarriages。TheLordHighChancellorhasbowedhimselfoutbackwards。TheGold-Stick-in-WaitingandtheGroomsoftheChamberhavegonetotheirbeds。TheMaidsofHonourhavesaid"Good-
  night,"anddriftedoutofthedoor,laughingandwhisperingamongthemselves。Theclockstrikestwelve——one——two,andstillnofootstepcreaksuponthestair。Onceitfollowedswiftlyuponthe"good-night"ofthemaids,whodidnotlaughorwhisperthen。
  Atlastthedooropens,andthePrinceenters,nonetoopleasedatfindingCinderellastillawake。"SosorryI’mlate,mylove——
  detainedonaffairsofstate。Foreignpolicyverycomplicated,dear。HaveonlyjustthismomentlefttheCouncilChamber。"
  AndlittleCinderella,whilethePrincesleeps,liessobbingoutherpoorsadheartintothebeautifulroyalpillow,embroideredwiththeroyalarmsandedgedwiththeroyalmonograminlace。"Whydidheevermarryme?Ishouldhavebeenhappierintheoldkitchen。Theblackbeetlesdidfrightenmealittle,buttherewasalwaysthedearoldcat;andsometimes,whenmotherandthegirlswereout,papawouldcallsoftlydownthekitchenstairsformetocomeup,andwewouldhavesuchamerryeveningtogether,andsupoffsausages:dearolddad,Ihardlyeverseehimnow。Andthen,whenmyworkwasdone,howpleasantitwastositinfrontofthefire,anddreamofthewonderfulthingsthatwouldcometomesomeday。I
  wasalwaysgoingtobeaPrincess,eveninmydreams,andliveinapalace,butitwassodifferenttothis。Oh,howIhateit,thisbeastlypalacewhereeverybodysneersatme——Iknowtheydo,thoughtheybowandscrape,andpretendtobesopolite。AndI’mnotcleverandsmartastheyare。Ihatethem。Ihatethesebold-facedwomenwhoarealwayshere。Thatistheworstofapalace,everybodycancomein。Oh,Ihateeverybodyandeverything。Oh,god-mamma,god-mamma,comeandtakemeaway。Takemebacktomyoldkitchen。
  Givemebackmyoldpoorfrock。Letmedanceagainwiththefire-
  tongsforapartner,andbehappy,dreaming。"
  PoorlittleCinderella,perhapsitwouldhavebeenbetterhadgod-
  mammabeenlessambitiousforyou,dear;hadyoumarriedsomegood,honestyeoman,whowouldneverhaveknownthatyouwerenotbrilliant,whowouldhavelovedyoubecauseyouwerejustamiableandpretty;hadyourkingdombeenonlyafarmhouse,whereyourknowledgeofdomesticeconomy,gainedsohardly,wouldhavebeenuseful;whereyouwouldhaveshoneinsteadofbeingovershadowed;
  wherePapawouldhavedroppedinofaneveningtosmokehispipeandescapefromhisdomesticwrangles;whereyouwouldhavebeenREAL
  Queen。
  Butthenyouknow,dear,youwouldnothavebeencontent。Ahyes,withyourpresentexperience——nowyouknowthatQueensaswellaslittledrudgeshavetheirtroubles;butWITHOUTthatexperience?
  Youwouldhavelookedintheglasswhenyouwerealone;youwouldhavelookedatyourshapelyhandsandfeet,andtheshadowswouldhavecrossedyourprettyface。"Yes,"youwouldhavesaidtoyourself——"Johnisadear,kindfellow,andIlovehimverymuch,andallthat,but——"andtheolddreams,dreamtintheoldlow-
  ceilingedkitchenbeforethedyingfire,wouldhavecomebacktoyou,andyouwouldhavebeendiscontentedthenasnow,onlyinadifferentway。Ohyes,youwould,Cinderella,thoughyougravelyshakeyourgold-crownedhead。Andletmetellyouwhy。Itisbecauseyouareawoman,andthefateofallus,menandwomenalike,istobeforeverwantingwhatwehavenot,andtobefinding,whenwehaveit,thatitisnotwhatwewanted。Thatisthelawoflife,dear。Doyouthinkasyoulieuponthefloorwithyourheaduponyourarms,thatyouaretheonlywomanwhosetearsaresoakingintothehearthrugatthatmoment?MydearPrincess,ifyoucouldcreepunseenaboutyourCity,peepingatwillthroughthecurtain-shieldedwindows,youwouldcometothinkthatalltheworldwaslittleelsethanabignurseryfullofcryingchildrenwithnonetocomfortthem。Thedollisbroken:nolongeritsweetlysqueaksinanswertoourpressure,"Iloveyou,kissme。"Thedrumliessilentwiththedrumstickinside;nolongerdowemakeabravenoiseinthenursery。Theboxoftea-thingswehaveclumsilyputourfootupon;therewillbenomoremerrypartiesaroundthethree-leggedstool。Thetintrumpetwillnotplaythenotewewanttosound;thewoodenbrickskeepfallingdown;thetoycannonhasexplodedandburntourfingers。Nevermind,littleman,littlewoman,wewilltryandmendthingstomorrow。
  Andafterall,Cinderelladear,youdoliveinafinepalace,andyouhavejewelsandgranddressesand——No,no,donotbeindignantwithME。DidnotyoudreamofthesethingsASWELLASoflove?
  Comenow,behonest。Itwasalwaysaprince,wasitnot,or,attheleast,anexceedinglywell-to-doparty,thathandsomeyounggentlemanwhobowedtoyousogallantlyfromtheredembers?Hewasneveravirtuousyoungcommercialtraveller,orculturedclerk,earningasalaryofthreepoundsaweek,washe,Cinderella?Yettherearemanycharmingcommercialtravellers,manydelightfulclerkswithlimitedincomes,quitesufficient,however,toasensiblemanandwomandesiringbuteachother’slove。Whywasitalwaysaprince,Cinderella?Hadthepalaceandtheliveriedservants,andthecarriagesandhorses,andthejewelsandthedresses,NOTHINGtodowiththedream?