an inland voyage-第21章
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civilised life； where people pass without salutation。 In sparsely inhabited places； we make all we can of each encounter； but when it comes to a city； we keep to ourselves； and never speak unless we have trodden on a man's toes。 In these waters we were no longer strange birds； and nobody supposed we had travelled farther than from the last town。 I remember； when we came into L'Isle Adam； for instance； how we met dozens of pleasure…boats outing it for the afternoon； and there was nothing to distinguish the true voyager from the amateur； except； perhaps； the filthy condition of my sail。 The company in one boat actually thought they recognised me for a neighbour。 Was there ever anything more wounding？ All the romance had come down to that。 Now； on the upper Oise； where nothing sailed as a general thing but fish； a pair of canoeists could not be thus vulgarly explained away； we were strange and picturesque intruders； and out of people's wonder sprang a sort of light and passing intimacy all along our route。 There is nothing but tit… for…tat in this world； though sometimes it be a little difficult to trace： for the scores are older than we ourselves； and there has never yet been a settling…day since things were。 You get entertainment pretty much in proportion as you give。 As long as we were a sort of odd wanderers； to be stared at and followed like a quack doctor or a caravan； we had no want of amusement in return； but as soon as we sank into commonplace ourselves； all whom we met were similarly disenchanted。 And here is one reason of a dozen； why the world is dull to dull persons。
In our earlier adventures there was generally something to do； and that quickened us。 Even the showers of rain had a revivifying effect； and shook up the brain from torpor。 But now； when the river no longer ran in a proper sense； only glided seaward with an even； outright； but imperceptible speed； and when the sky smiled upon us day after day without variety； we began to slip into that golden doze of the mind which follows upon much exercise in the open air。 I have stupefied myself in this way more than once； indeed； I dearly love the feeling； but I never had it to the same degree as when paddling down the Oise。 It was the apotheosis of stupidity。
We ceased reading entirely。 Sometimes when I found a new paper； I took a particular pleasure in reading a single number of the current novel； but I never could bear more than three instalments； and even the second was a disappointment。 As soon as the tale became in any way perspicuous； it lost all merit in my eyes； only a single scene； or； as is the way with these FEUILLETONS； half a scene； without antecedent or consequence； like a piece of a dream； had the knack of fixing my interest。 The less I saw of the novel； the better I liked it： a pregnant reflection。 But for the most part； as I said； we neither of us read anything in the world； and employed the very little while we were awake between bed and dinner in poring upon maps。 I have always been fond of maps； and can voyage in an atlas with the greatest enjoyment。 The names of places are singularly inviting； the contour of coasts and rivers is enthralling to the eye； and to hit； in a map； upon some place you have heard of before； makes history a new possession。 But we thumbed our charts； on these evenings； with the blankest unconcern。 We cared not a fraction for this place or that。 We stared at the sheet as children listen to their rattle； and read the names of towns or villages to forget them again at once。 We had no romance in the matter； there was nobody so fancy…free。 If you had taken the maps away while we were studying them most intently； it is a fair bet whether we might not have continued to study the table with the same delight。
About one thing we were mightily taken up； and that was eating。 I think I made a god of my belly。 I remember dwelling in imagination upon this or that dish till my mouth watered； and long before we got in for the night my appetite was a clamant； instant annoyance。 Sometimes we paddled alongside for a while and whetted each other with gastronomical fancies as we went。 Cake and sherry； a homely rejection； but not within reach upon the Oise； trotted through my head for many a mile； and once； as we were approaching Verberie； the CIGARETTE brought my heart into my mouth by the suggestion of oyster…patties and Sauterne。
I suppose none of us recognise the great part that is played in life by eating and drinking。 The appetite is so imperious that we can stomach the least interesting viands； and pass off a dinner… hour thankfully enough on bread and water； just as there are men who must read something； if it were only BRADSHAW'S GUIDE。 But there is a romance about the matter after all。 Probably the table has more devotees than love； and I am sure that food is much more generally entertaining than scenery。 Do you give in； as Walt Whitman would say； that you are any the less immortal for that？ The true materialism is to be ashamed of what we are。 To detect the flavour of an olive is no less a piece of human perfection than to find beauty in the colours of the sunset。
Canoeing was easy work。 To dip the paddle at the proper inclination； now right； now left； to keep the head down stream； to empty the little pool that gathered in the lap of the apron； to screw up the eyes against the glittering sparkles of sun upon the water； or now and again to pass below the whistling tow…rope of the DEO GRATIAS of Conde； or the FOUR SONS OF AYMON … there was not much art in that； certain silly muscles managed it between sleep and waking； and meanwhile the brain had a whole holiday； and went to sleep。 We took in； at a glance； the larger features of the scene； and beheld； with half an eye； bloused fishers and dabbling washerwomen on the bank。 Now and again we might be half…wakened by some church spire； by a leaping fish； or by a trail of river grass that clung about the paddle and had to be plucked off and thrown away。 But these luminous intervals were only partially luminous。 A little more of us was called into action； but never the whole。 The central bureau of nerves； what in some moods we call Ourselves； enjoyed its holiday without disturbance； like a Government Office。 The great wheels of intelligence turned idly in the head； like fly… wheels； grinding no grist。 I have gone on for half an hour at a time； counting my strokes and forgetting the hundreds。 I flatter myself the beasts that perish could not underbid that； as a low form of consciousness。 And what a pleasure it was！ What a hearty； tolerant temper did it bring about！ There is nothing captious about a man who has attained to this； the one possible apotheosis in life； the Apotheosis of Stupidity； and he begins to feel dignified and longaevous like a tree。
There was one odd piece of practical metaphysics which accompanied what I may call the depth； if I must not call it the intensity； of my abstraction。 What philosophers call ME and NOT…ME； EGO and NON EGO； preoccupied me whether I would or no。 There was less ME and more NOT…ME than I was accustomed to expect。 I looked on upon somebody else； who managed the paddling； I was aware of somebody else's feet against the stretcher； my own body seemed to have no more intimate relation to me than the canoe； or the river； or the river banks。 Nor this alone： something inside my mind； a part of my brain； a province of my proper being； had thrown off allegiance and set up for itself； or perhaps for the somebody else who did the paddling。 I had dwindled into quite a little thing in a corner of myself。 I was isolated in my own skull。 Thoughts presented themselves unbidden； they were not my thoughts； they were plainly some one else's； and I considered them like a part of the landscape。 I take it； in short； that I was about as near Nirvana as would be convenient in practical life； and if this be so； I make the Buddhists my sincere compliments； 'tis an agreeable state； not very consistent with mental brilliancy； not exactly profitable in a money point of view； but very calm； golde
