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恐龙王 更新:2021-03-08 19:22 字数:9322
new…comer got served; was remarkable; and the dexterity with which
the waitresses (quite new to the art a month before) discharged
their duty; was as agreeable to see; as the neat smartness with
which they wore their dress and had dressed their hair。
If I seldom saw better waiting; so I certainly never ate better
meat; potatoes; or pudding。 And the soup was an honest and stout
soup; with rice and barley in it; and 'little matters for the teeth
to touch;' as had been observed to me by my friend below stairs
already quoted。 The dinner…service; too; was neither conspicuously
hideous for High Art nor for Low Art; but was of a pleasant and
pure appearance。 Concerning the viands and their cookery; one last
remark。 I dined at my club in Pall…Mall aforesaid; a few days
afterwards; for exactly twelve times the money; and not half as
well。
The company thickened after one o'clock struck; and changed pretty
quickly。 Although experience of the place had been so recently
attainable; and although there was still considerable curiosity out
in the street and about the entrance; the general tone was as good
as could be; and the customers fell easily into the ways of the
place。 It was clear to me; however; that they were there to have
what they paid for; and to be on an independent footing。 To the
best of my judgment; they might be patronised out of the building
in a month。 With judicious visiting; and by dint of being
questioned; read to; and talked at; they might even be got rid of
(for the next quarter of a century) in half the time。
This disinterested and wise movement is fraught with so many
wholesome changes in the lives of the working people; and with so
much good in the way of overcoming that suspicion which our own
unconscious impertinence has engendered; that it is scarcely
gracious to criticise details as yet; the rather; because it is
indisputable that the managers of the Whitechapel establishment
most thoroughly feel that they are upon their honour with the
customers; as to the minutest points of administration。 But;
although the American stoves cannot roast; they can surely boil one
kind of meat as well as another; and need not always circumscribe
their boiling talents within the limits of ham and beef。 The most
enthusiastic admirer of those substantials; would probably not
object to occasional inconstancy in respect of pork and mutton:
or; especially in cold weather; to a little innocent trifling with
Irish stews; meat pies; and toads in holes。 Another drawback on
the Whitechapel establishment; is the absence of beer。 Regarded
merely as a question of policy; it is very impolitic; as having a
tendency to send the working men to the public…house; where gin is
reported to be sold。 But; there is a much higher ground on which
this absence of beer is objectionable。 It expresses distrust of
the working man。 It is a fragment of that old mantle of patronage
in which so many estimable Thugs; so darkly wandering up and down
the moral world; are sworn to muffle him。 Good beer is a good
thing for him; he says; and he likes it; the Depot could give it
him good; and he now gets it bad。 Why does the Depot not give it
him good? Because he would get drunk。 Why does the Depot not let
him have a pint with his dinner; which would not make him drunk?
Because he might have had another pint; or another two pints;
before he came。 Now; this distrust is an affront; is exceedingly
inconsistent with the confidence the managers express in their
hand…bills; and is a timid stopping…short upon the straight
highway。 It is unjust and unreasonable; also。 It is unjust;
because it punishes the sober man for the vice of the drunken man。
It is unreasonable; because any one at all experienced in such
things knows that the drunken workman does not get drunk where he
goes to eat and drink; but where he goes to drink … expressly to
drink。 To suppose that the working man cannot state this question
to himself quite as plainly as I state it here; is to suppose that
he is a baby; and is again to tell him in the old wearisome;
condescending; patronising way that he must be goody…poody; and do
as he is toldy…poldy; and not be a manny…panny or a voter…poter;
but fold his handy…pandys; and be a childy…pildy。
I found from the accounts of the Whitechapel Self…Supporting
Cooking Depot; that every article sold in it; even at the prices I
have quoted; yields a certain small profit! Individual speculators
are of course already in the field; and are of course already
appropriating the name。 The classes for whose benefit the real
depots are designed; will distinguish between the two kinds of
enterprise。
CHAPTER XXVI … CHATHAM DOCKYARD
There are some small out…of…the…way landing places on the Thames
and the Medway; where I do much of my summer idling。 Running water
is favourable to day…dreams; and a strong tidal river is the best
of running water for mine。 I like to watch the great ships
standing out to sea or coming home richly laden; the active little
steam…tugs confidently puffing with them to and from the sea…
horizon; the fleet of barges that seem to have plucked their brown
and russet sails from the ripe trees in the landscape; the heavy
old colliers; light in ballast; floundering down before the tide;
the light screw barks and schooners imperiously holding a straight
course while the others patiently tack and go about; the yachts
with their tiny hulls and great white sheets of canvas; the little
sailing…boats bobbing to and fro on their errands of pleasure or
business; and … as it is the nature of little people to do … making
a prodigious fuss about their small affairs。 Watching these
objects; I still am under no obligation to think about them; or
even so much as to see them; unless it perfectly suits my humour。
As little am I obliged to hear the plash and flop of the tide; the
ripple at my feet; the clinking windlass afar off; or the humming
steam…ship paddles further away yet。 These; with the creaking
little jetty on which I sit; and the gaunt high…water marks and
low…water marks in the mud; and the broken causeway; and the broken
bank; and the broken stakes and piles leaning forward as if they
were vain of their personal appearance and looking for their
reflection in the water; will melt into any train of fancy。
Equally adaptable to any purpose or to none; are the posturing
sheep and kine upon the marshes; the gulls that wheel and dip
around me; the crows (well out of gunshot) going home from the rich
harvest…fields; the heron that has been out a…fishing and looks as
melancholy; up there in the sky; as if it hadn't agreed with him。
Everything within the range of the senses will; by the aid of the
running water; lend itself to everything beyond that range; and
work into a drowsy whole; not unlike a kind of tune; but for which
there is no exact definition。
One of these landing…places is near an old fort (I can see the Nore
Light from it with my pocket…glass); from which fort mysteriously
emerges a boy; to whom I am much indebted for additions to my
scanty stock of knowledge。 He is a young boy; with an intelligent
face burnt to a dust colour by the summer sun; and with crisp hair
of the same hue。 He is a boy in whom I have perceived nothing
incompatible with habits of studious inquiry and meditation; unless
an evanescent black eye (I was delicate of inquiring how
occasioned) should be so considered。 To him am I indebted for
ability to identify a Custom…house boat at any distance; and for
acquaintance with all the forms and ceremonies observed by a
homeward…bound Indiaman coming up the river; when the Custom…house
officers go aboard her。 But for him; I might never have heard of
'the dumb…ague;' respecting which malady I am now learned。 Had I
never sat at his feet; I might have finished my mortal career and
never known that when I see a white horse on a barge's sail; that
barge is a lime barge。 For precious secrets in reference to beer;
am I likewise beholden to him; involving warning against the beer
of a certain establishment; by reason of its having turned sour
through failure in point of demand: though my young sage is not of
opinion that similar deterioration has befallen the ale。 He has
also enlightened me touching the mushrooms of the marshes; and has
gently reproved my ignorance in having supposed them to be
impregnated with salt。 His manner of imparting information; is
thoughtful; and appropriate to the scene。 As he reclines beside
me; he pitches into the river; a little stone or piece of grit; and
then delivers himself oracularly; as though he spoke out of the
centre of the spreading circle that it makes in the water。 He
never improves my mind without observing this formula。
With the wise boy … whom I know by no other name than the Spirit of
the Fort … I recently consorted on a breezy day w