第 47 节
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套牢 更新:2021-02-21 16:40 字数:8704
of what his thought is;surely long infinitudes beyond all _he_ could ever think;lies the Thought of God Almighty; the Image itself of the Fact; the thing you are in quest of; and must find or do worse! Even his; the honorable gentleman's; actual bewildered; falsified; vague surmise or quasi…thought; even this is not given you; but only some falsified copy of this; such as he fancies may suit the reporters and twenty…seven millions mostly fools。 And upon that latter you are to act;with what success; do you expect? That is the thought you are to take for the Thought of the Eternal Mind;that double…distilled falsity of a blockheadism from one who is false even as a blockhead!
Do I make myself plain to Mr。 Peter's understanding? Perhaps it will surprise him less that parliamentary eloquence excites more wonder than admiration in me; that the fate of countries governed by that sublime alchemy does not appear the hopefulest just now。 Not by that method; I should apprehend; will the Heavens be scaled and the Earth vanquished; not by that; but by another。
A benevolent man once proposed to me; but without pointing out the methods how; this plan of reform for our benighted world: To cut from one generation; whether the current one or the next; all the tongues away; prohibiting Literature too; and appoint at least one generation to pass its life in silence。 〃There; thou one blessed generation; from the vain jargon of babble thou art beneficently freed。 Whatsoever of truth; traditionary or original; thy own god…given intellect shall point out to thee as true; that thou wilt go and do。 In doing of it there will be a verdict for thee; if a verdict of True; thou wilt hold by it; and ever again do it; if of Untrue; thou wilt never try it more; but be eternally delivered from it。 To do aught because the vain hearsays order thee; and the big clamors of the sanhedrim of fools; is not thy lot;what worlds of misery are spared thee! Nature's voice heard in thy own inner being; and the sacred Commandment of thy Maker: these shall be thy guidances; thou happy tongueless generation。 What is good and beautiful thou shalt know; not merely what is said to be so。 Not to talk of thy doings; and become the envy of surrounding flunkies; but to taste of the fruit of thy doings themselves; is thine。 What the Eternal Laws will sanction for thee; do; what the Froth Gospels and multitudinous long…eared Hearsays never so loudly bid; all this is already chaff for thee;drifting rapidly along; thou knowest whitherward; on the eternal winds。〃
Good Heavens; if such a plan were practicable; how the chaff might be winnowed out of every man; and out of all human things; and ninety…nine hundredths of our whole big Universe; spiritual and practical; might blow itself away; as mere torrents of chaff whole trade…winds of chaff; many miles deep; rushing continually with the voice of whirlwinds towards a certain FIRE; which knows how to deal with it! Ninety…nine hundredths blown away; all the lies blown away; and some skeleton of a spiritual and practical Universe left standing for us which were true: O Heavens; is it forever impossible; then? By a generation that had no tongue it really might be done; but not so easily by one that had。 Tongues; platforms; parliaments; and fourth…estates; unfettered presses; periodical and stationary literatures: we are nearly all gone to tongue; I think; and our fate is very questionable。
Truly; it is little known at present; and ought forthwith to become better known; what ruin to all nobleness and fruitfulness and blessedness in the genius of a poor mortal you generally bring about; by ordering him to speak; to do all things with a view to their being seen! Few good and fruitful things ever were done; or could be done; on those terms。 Silence; silence; and be distant ye profane; with your jargonings and superficial babblements; when a man has anything to do! Eye…service;dost thou know what that is; poor England?eye…service is all the man can do in these sad circumstances; grows to be all he has the idea of doing; of his or any other man's ever doing; or ever having done; in any circumstances。 Sad; enough。 Alas; it is our saddest woe of all;too sad for being spoken of at present; while all or nearly all men consider it an imaginary sorrow on my part!
Let the young English soul; in whatever logic…shop and nonsense…verse establishment of an Eton; Oxford; Edinburgh; Halle; Salamanca; or other High Finishing…School; he may be getting his young idea taught how to speak and spout; and print sermons and review…articles; and thereby show himself and fond patrons that it _is_ an idea;lay this solemnly to heart; this is my deepest counsel to him! The idea you have once spoken; if it even were an idea; is no longer yours; it is gone from you; so much life and virtue is gone; and the vital circulations of your self and your destiny and activity are henceforth deprived of it。 If you could not get it spoken; if you could still constrain it into silence; so much the richer are you。 Better keep your idea while you can: let it still circulate in your blood; and there fructify; inarticulately inciting you to good activities; giving to your whole spiritual life a ruddier health。 When the time does come for speaking it; you will speak it all the more concisely; the more expressively; appropriately; and if such a time should never come; have you not already acted it; and uttered it as no words can? Think of this; my young friend; for there is nothing truer; nothing more forgotten in these shabby gold…laced days。 Incontinence is half of all the sins of man。 And among the many kinds of that base vice; I know none baser; or at present half so fell and fatal; as that same Incontinence of Tongue。 〃Public speaking;〃 〃parliamentary eloquence:〃 it is a Moloch; before whom young souls are made to pass through the fire。 They enter; weeping or rejoicing; fond parents consecrating them to the red…hot Idol; as to the Highest God: and they come out spiritually _dead_。 Dead enough; to live thenceforth a galvanic life of mere Stump…Oratory; screeching and gibbering; words without wisdom; without veracity; without conviction more than skin…deep。 A divine gift; that? It is a thing admired by the vulgar; and rewarded with seats in the Cabinet and other preciosities; but to the wise; it is a thing not admirable; not adorable; unmelodious rather; and ghastly and bodeful; as the speech of sheeted spectres in the streets at midnight!
Be not a Public Orator; thou brave young British man; thou that art now growing to be something: not a Stump…Orator; if thou canst help it。 Appeal not to the vulgar; with its long ears and its seats in the Cabinet; not by spoken words to the vulgar; _hate_ the profane vulgar; and bid it begone。 Appeal by silent work; by silent suffering if there be no work; to the gods; who have nobler than seats in the Cabinet for thee! Talent for Literature; thou hast such a talent? Believe it not; be slow to believe it! To speak; or to write; Nature did not peremptorily order thee; but to work she did。 And know this: there never was a talent even for real Literature; not to speak of talents lost and damned in doing sham Literature; but was primarily a talent for something infinitely better of the silent kind。 Of Literature; in all ways; be shy rather than otherwise; at present! There where thou art; work; work; whatsoever thy hand findeth to do; do it;with the hand of a man; not of a phantasm; be that thy unnoticed blessedness and exceeding great reward。 Thy words; let them be few; and well…ordered。 Love silence rather than speech in these tragic days; when; for very speaking; the voice of man has fallen inarticulate to man; and hearts; in this loud babbling; sit dark and dumb towards one another。 Witty;above all; oh be not witty: none of us is bound to be witty; under penalties; to be wise and true we all are; under the terriblest penalties!
Brave young friend; dear to me; and _known_ too in a sense; though never seen; nor to be seen by me;you are; what I am not; in the happy case to learn to _be_ something and to _do_ something; instead of eloquently talking about what has been and was done and may be! The old are what they are; and will not alter; our hope is in you。 England's hope; and the world's; is that there may once more be millions such; instead of units as now。 _Macte; i fausto pede_。 And may future generations; acquainted again with the silences; and once more cognizant of what is noble and faithful and divine; look back on us with pity and incredulous astonishment!
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