第 86 节
作者:旅游巴士      更新:2021-02-20 14:20      字数:9321
  him more determinedly perhaps than with any other living person; he
  thanked him in a low hurried voice and pressed his hand; while tears
  came into his eyes in spite of all his efforts to repress them。  〃If
  we meet again;〃 he said; 〃do not look at me; but if hereafter you
  hear of me writing things you do not like; think of me as charitably
  as you can;〃 and so they parted。
  〃Towneley is a good fellow;〃 said I; gravely; 〃and you should not
  have cut him。〃
  〃Towneley;〃 he answered; 〃is not only a good fellow; but he is
  without exception the very best man I ever saw in my lifeexcept;〃
  he paid me the compliment of saying; 〃yourself; Towneley is my
  notion of everything which I should most like to bebut there is no
  real solidarity between us。  I should be in perpetual fear of losing
  his good opinion if I said things he did not like; and I mean to say
  a great many things;〃 he continued more merrily; 〃which Towneley
  will not like。〃
  A man; as I have said already; can give up father and mother for
  Christ's sake tolerably easily for the most part; but it is not so
  easy to give up people like Towneley。
  CHAPTER LXXXI
  So he fell away from all old friends except myself and three or four
  old intimates of my own; who were as sure to take to him as he to
  them; and who like myself enjoyed getting hold of a young fresh
  mind。  Ernest attended to the keeping of my account books whenever
  there was anything which could possibly be attended to; which there
  seldom was; and spent the greater part of the rest of his time in
  adding to the many notes and tentative essays which had already
  accumulated in his portfolios。  Anyone who was used to writing could
  see at a glance that literature was his natural development; and I
  was pleased at seeing him settle down to it so spontaneously。  I was
  less pleased; however; to observe that he would still occupy himself
  with none but the most serious; I had almost said solemn; subjects;
  just as he never cared about any but the most serious kind of music。
  I said to him one day that the very slender reward which God had
  attached to the pursuit of serious inquiry was a sufficient proof
  that He disapproved of it; or at any rate that He did not set much
  store by it nor wish to encourage it。
  He said:  〃Oh; don't talk about rewards。  Look at Milton; who only
  got 5 pounds for 'Paradise Lost。'〃
  〃And a great deal too much;〃 I rejoined promptly。  〃I would have
  given him twice as much myself not to have written it at all。〃
  Ernest was a little shocked。  〃At any rate;〃 he said laughingly; 〃I
  don't write poetry。〃
  This was a cut at me; for my burlesques were; of course; written in
  rhyme。  So I dropped the matter。
  After a time he took it into his head to re…open the question of his
  getting 300 pounds a year for doing; as he said; absolutely nothing;
  and said he would try to find some employment which should bring him
  in enough to live upon。
  I laughed at this but let him alone。  He tried and tried very hard
  for a long while; but I need hardly say was unsuccessful。  The older
  I grow; the more convinced I become of the folly and credulity of
  the public; but at the same time the harder do I see it is to impose
  oneself upon that folly and credulity。
  He tried editor after editor with article after article。  Sometimes
  an editor listened to him and told him to leave his articles; he
  almost invariably; however; had them returned to him in the end with
  a polite note saying that they were not suited for the particular
  paper to which he had sent them。  And yet many of these very
  articles appeared in his later works; and no one complained of them;
  not at least on the score of bad literary workmanship。  〃I see;〃 he
  said to me one day; 〃that demand is very imperious; and supply must
  be very suppliant。〃
  Once; indeed; the editor of an important monthly magazine accepted
  an article from him; and he thought he had now got a footing in the
  literary world。  The article was to appear in the next issue but
  one; and he was to receive proof from the printers in about ten days
  or a fortnight; but week after week passed and there was no proof;
  month after month went by and there was still no room for Ernest's
  article; at length after about six months the editor one morning
  told him that he had filled every number of his review for the next
  ten months; but that his article should definitely appear。  On this
  he insisted on having his MS。 returned to him。
  Sometimes his articles were actually published; and he found the
  editor had edited them according to his own fancy; putting in jokes
  which he thought were funny; or cutting out the very passage which
  Ernest had considered the point of the whole thing; and then; though
  the articles appeared; when it came to paying for them it was
  another matter; and he never saw his money。  〃Editors;〃 he said to
  me one day about this time; 〃are like the people who bought and sold
  in the book of Revelation; there is not one but has the mark of the
  beast upon him。〃
  At last after months of disappointment and many a tedious hour
  wasted in dingy ante…rooms (and of all anterooms those of editors
  appear to me to be the dreariest); he got a bona fide offer of
  employment from one of the first class weekly papers through an
  introduction I was able to get for him from one who had powerful
  influence with the paper in question。  The editor sent him a dozen
  long books upon varied and difficult subjects; and told him to
  review them in a single article within a week。  In one book there
  was an editorial note to the effect that the writer was to be
  condemned。  Ernest particularly admired the book he was desired to
  condemn; and feeling how hopeless it was for him to do anything like
  justice to the books submitted to him; returned them to the editor。
  At last one paper did actually take a dozen or so of articles from
  him; and gave him cash down a couple of guineas apiece for them; but
  having done this it expired within a fortnight after the last of
  Ernest's articles had appeared。  It certainly looked very much as if
  the other editors knew their business in declining to have anything
  to do with my unlucky godson。
  I was not sorry that he failed with periodical literature; for
  writing for reviews or newspapers is bad training for one who may
  aspire to write works of more permanent interest。  A young writer
  should have more time for reflection than he can get as a
  contributor to the daily or even weekly press。  Ernest himself;
  however; was chagrined at finding how unmarketable he was。  〃Why;〃
  he said to me; 〃If I was a well…bred horse; or sheep; or a pure…bred
  pigeon or lop…eared rabbit I should be more saleable。  If I was even
  a cathedral in a colonial town people would give me something; but
  as it is they do not want me〃; and now that he was well and rested
  he wanted to set up a shop again; but this; of course; I would not
  hear of。
  〃What care I;〃 said he to me one day; 〃about being what they call a
  gentleman?〃  And his manner was almost fierce。
  〃What has being a gentleman ever done for me except make me less
  able to prey and more easy to be preyed upon?  It has changed the
  manner of my being swindled; that is all。  But for your kindness to
  me I should be penniless。  Thank heaven I have placed my children
  where I have。〃
  I begged him to keep quiet a little longer and not talk about taking
  a shop。
  〃Will being a gentleman;〃 he said; 〃bring me money at the last; and
  will anything bring me as much peace at the last as money will?
  They say that those who have riches enter hardly into the kingdom of
  Heaven。  By Jove; they do; they are like Struldbrugs; they live and
  live and live and are happy for many a long year after they would
  have entered into the kingdom of Heaven if they had been poor。  I
  want to live long and to raise my children; if I see they would be
  happier for the raising; that is what I want; and it is not what I
  am doing now that will help me。  Being a gentleman is a luxury which
  I cannot afford; therefore I do not want it。  Let me go back to my
  shop again; and do things for people which they want done and will
  pay me for doing for them。  They know what they want and what is
  good for them better than I can tell them。〃
  It was hard to deny the soundness of this; and if he had been
  dependent only on the 300 pounds a year which he was getting from me
  I should have advised him to open his shop again next morning。  As
  it was; I temporised and raised obstacles; and quieted him from time
  to time as best I could。
  Of course he read Mr Darwin's books as fast as they came out and
  adopted evolution as an article of faith。  〃It seems to me;〃 he said
  once; 〃that I am like one of those caterpillars which; if they have
  been interrupted in making their hammock; must begin again from the
  beginning。  So long as I went back a long way down in the social
  scale I got on all right; and should have made money but for Ellen;
  when I try to take up the work at a higher stage I fail completely。〃
  I do not know whether the analogy holds good or not; but I am sure
  Ernest's instinct was right in telling him that after a heavy fall
  he had better begin life again at a very low stage; and as I have