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作者:垃圾王      更新:2022-04-21 11:07      字数:9322
  mistrusted him。 A  shock of   white hair; combined   with a   young face   and
  dark eyebrows; does somehow make a man look like a charlatan。 But it is
  foolish to be guided by an accident of color。 I had soon rejected my first
  impression of my fellow…diner。 I found him very sympathetic。
  Anywhere but in England it would be impossible for two solitary men;
  howsoever   much   reduced   by   influenza;   to   spend   five   or   six   days   in   the
  same hostel and not exchange a single word。 That is one of the charms of
  England。 Had Laider and I been born and bred in any other land than Eng
  we should have become acquainted before the end of our first evening in
  the small smoking…room; and have found ourselves irrevocably committed
  to go on talking to each other throughout the rest of our visit。 We might; it
  is true; have happened to like each other more than any one we had ever
  met。   This   off   chance   may   have   occurred   to   us   both。   But   it   counted   for
  nothing against the certain surrender of quietude and liberty。 We slightly
  bowed   to   each   other   as   we   entered   or   left   the   dining…room   or   smoking…
  room; and as we met on the wide…spread sands or in the shop that had a
  small and faded circulating library。 That was all。 Our mutual aloofness was
  a positive bond between us。
  Had   he   been   much   older   than   I;   the   responsibility   for   our   silence
  would of course have been his alone。 But he was not; I judged; more than
  five or six years ahead of me; and thus I might without impropriety have
  taken it   on   myself   to   perform  that   hard   and   perilous   feat   which   English
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  people call; with a shiver; 〃breaking the ice。〃 He had reason; therefore; to
  be as grateful to me as I to him。 Each of us; not the less frankly because
  silently;   recognized   his   obligation   to   the   other。   And   when;   on   the   last
  evening   of   my   stay;   the   ice   actually   was   broken   there   was   no   ill…will
  between us: neither of us was to blame。
  It was a Sunday evening。 I had been out for a long last walk and had
  come in very late to dinner。 Laider had left his table almost directly after I
  sat down to mine。 When I entered the smoking…room I found him reading
  a   weekly  review   which   I had   bought   the   day  before。   It   was   a   crisis。   He
  could   not   silently   offer   nor   could   I   have   silently   accepted;   six…pence。   It
  was a crisis。 We faced it like men。 He made; by word of mouth; a graceful
  apology。 Verbally; not by signs; I besought him to go on reading。 But this;
  of course; was a vain counsel of perfection。 The social code forced us to
  talk now。 We obeyed it like men。 To reassure him that our position was not
  so desperate as it might seem; I took the earliest opportunity to mention
  that   I   was   going   away   early   next   morning。   In   the   tone   of   his   〃Oh;   are
  you?〃 he tried bravely to imply that he was sorry; even now; to hear that。
  In a way; perhaps; he really was sorry。 We had got on so well together; he
  and   I。   Nothing   could   efface   the   memory   of   that。   Nay;   we   seemed   to   be
  hitting it off even now。 Influenza was not our sole theme。 We passed from
  that   to   the   aforesaid   weekly   review;   and   to   a   correspondence   that   was
  raging therein on faith and reason。
  This     correspondence        had    now    reached     its  fourth    and    penultimate
  stageits   Australian   stage。   It   is   hard   to   see   why   these   correspondences
  spring   up;   one   only   knows   that   they   do   spring   up;   suddenly;   like   street
  crowds。 There comes; it would seem; a moment when the whole English…
  speaking   race   is   unconsciously   bursting   to   have   its   say   about   some   one
  thingthe   split   infinitive;   or   the   habits   of   migratory   birds;   or   faith   and
  reason; or what…not。 Whatever weekly review happens at such a moment
  to contain a reference; however remote; to the theme in question reaps the
  storm。 Gusts of letters come in from all corners of the British Isles。 These
  are   presently   reinforced   by   Canada   in   full   blast。  A  few   weeks   later   the
  Anglo…Indians weigh in。 In due course we have the help of our Australian
  cousins。   By   that   time;   however;   we   of   the   mother   country   have   got   our
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  second wind; and so determined are we to make the most of it that at last
  even   the   editor   suddenly   loses   patience   and   says;   〃This   correspondence
  must     now     cease。Ed。〃     and    wonders     why     on   earth   he   ever    allowed
  anything so tedious and idiotic to begin。
  I pointed out to Laider one of the Australian letters that had especially
  pleased me in the current issue。 It was from 〃A Melbourne Man;〃 and was
  of the abrupt kind which declares that 〃all your correspondents have been
  groping in the dark〃 and then settles the whole matter in one short sharp
  flash。 The flash in this instance was 〃Reason is faith; faith reasonthat is
  all we know on earth and all we need to know。〃 The writer then inclosed
  his   card   and   was;   etc。;   〃A  Melbourne   Man。〃   I   said   to   Laider   how   very
  restful    it  was;    after   influenza;    to   read   anything     that   meant     nothing
  whatsoever。   Laider   was   inclined   to   take the   letter   more   seriously  than   I;
  and to be mildly metaphysical。 I said that for me faith and reason were two
  separate   things;   and   as   I   am   no   good   at   metaphysics;   however   mild;   I
  offered a definite example; to coax the talk on to ground where I should be
  safer。
  〃Palmistry; for example;〃 I said。 〃Deep down in my heart I believe in
  palmistry。〃
  Laider turned in his chair。
  〃You believe in palmistry?〃
  I hesitated。
  〃Yes;  somehow   I   do。 Why?   I   haven't the   slightest notion。   I   can   give
  myself   all   sorts   of   reasons   for   laughing   it   to   scorn。   My   common   sense
  utterly   rejects   it。   Of   course   the   shape   of   the   hand   means   something;   is
  more or less an index of character。 But the idea that my past and future are
  neatly mapped out on my palms〃 I shrugged my shoulders。
  〃You don't like that idea?〃 asked Laider in his gentle; rather academic
  voice。
  〃I only say it's a grotesque idea。〃
  〃Yet you do believe in it?〃
  〃I've a grotesque belief in it; yes。〃
  〃Are you sure your reason for calling this idea 'grotesque' isn't merely
  that you dislike it?〃
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  〃Well;〃   I   said;   with   the   thrilling   hope   that   he   was   a   companion   in
  absurdity; 〃doesn't it seem grotesque to you?〃
  〃It seems strange。〃
  〃You believe in it?〃
  〃Oh; absolutely。〃
  〃Hurrah!〃
  He   smiled   at   my   pleasure;   and   I;   at   the   risk   of   reentanglement   in
  metaphysics;       claimed    him    as  standing    shoulder    to   shoulder    with   me
  against 〃A Melbourne Man。〃 This claim he gently disputed。
  〃You may think me very prosaic;〃 he said; 〃but I can't believe without
  evidence。〃
  〃Well; I'm equally prosaic and equally at a disadvantage: I can't take
  my own belief as evidence; and I've no other evidence to go on。〃
  He asked me if I had ever made a study of palmistry。 I said I had read
  one of Desbarolles's books years ago; and one of Heron…Allen's。 But; he
  asked; had   I   tried   to   test   them  by  the   lines   on   my  own   hands   or   on   the
  hands of my friends? I confessed that my actual practice in palmistry had
  been of a merely passive kindthe prompt extension of my palm to any
  one who would be so good as to 〃read〃 it and truckle for a few minutes to
  my egoism。 (I hoped Laider might do this。)
  〃Then I almost wonder;〃 he said; with his sad smile; 〃that you haven't
  lost your belief; after all the nonsense you must have heard。 There are so
  many young girls who go in for palmistry。 I am sure all the five foolish
  virgins were 'awfully keen on it' and used to say; 'You can be led; but not
  driven;' and; 'You are likely to have a serious illness between the ages of
  forty and forty…five;' and; 'You are by nature rather lazy; but can be very
  energetic by fits and starts。' And most of the professionals; I'm told; are as
  silly as the young girls。〃
  For  the  honor   of   the   profession;  I   named   three   practitioners   whom  I
  ha