over the teacups-第32章
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reader will turn back to the end of the fourth number of these
papers; he will find certain lines entitled; 〃Cacoethes Scribendi。〃
They were said to have been taken from the usual receptacle of the
verses which are contributed by The Teacups; and; though the fact was
not mentioned; were of my own composition。 I found them in
manuscript in my drawer; and as my subject had naturally suggested
the train of thought they carried out into extravagance; I printed
them。 At the same time they sounded very natural; as we say; and I
felt as if I had published them somewhere or other before; but I
could find no evidence of it; and so I ventured to have them put in
type。
And here I wish to take breath for a short; separate paragraph。 I
have often felt; after writing a line which pleased me more than
common; that it was not new; and perhaps was not my own。 I have very
rarely; however; found such a coincidence in ideas or expression as
would be enough to justify an accusation of unconscious plagiarism;
conscious plagiarism is not my particular failing。 I therefore say
my say; set down my thought; print my line; and do not heed the
suspicion that I may not be as original as I supposed; in the passage
I have been writing。 My experience may be worth something to a
modest young writer; and so I have interrupted what I was about to
say by intercalating this paragraph。
In this instance my telltale suspicion had not been at fault。 I had
printed those same lines; years ago; in 〃The Contributors' Club;〃 to
which I have rarely sent any of my prose or verse。 Nobody but the
editor has noticed the fact; so far as I know。 This is consoling; or
mortifying; I hardly know which。 I suppose one has a right to
plagiarize from himself; but he does not want to present his work as
fresh from the workshop when it has been long standing in his
neighbor's shop…window。
But I have just received a letter from a brother of the late Henry
Howard Brownell; the poet of the Bay Fight and the River Fight; in
which he quotes a passage from an old book; 〃A Heroine; Adventures of
Cherubina;〃 which might well have suggested my own lines; if I had
ever seen it。 I have not the slightest recollection of the book or
the passage。 I think its liveliness and 〃local color〃 will make it
please the reader; as it pleases me; more than my own more prosaic
extravagances:
LINES TO A PRETTY LITTLE MAID OF MAMMA'S。
〃If Black Sea; Red Sea; White Sea; ran
One tide of ink to Ispahan;
If all the geese in Lincoln fens
Produced spontaneous well…made pens;
If Holland old and Holland new
One wondrous sheet of paper grew;
And could I sing but half the grace
Of half a freckle in thy face;
Each syllable I wrote would reach
》From Inverness to Bognor's beach;
Each hair…stroke be a river Rhine;
Each verse an equinoctial line!〃
〃The immediate dismissal of the 'little maid' was the consequence。〃
I may as well say that our Delilah was not in the room when the last
sentence was read。
Readers must be either very good…natured or very careless。 I have
laid myself open to criticism by more than one piece of negligence;
which has been passed over without invidious comment by the readers
of my papers。 How could I; for instance; have written in my original
〃copy〃 for the printer about the fisherman baiting his hook with a
giant's tail instead of a dragon's? It is the automatic fellow;Me…
Number…Two of our dual personality;who does these things; who
forgets the message MeNumberOne sends down to him from the
cerebral convolutions; and substitutes a wrong word for the right
one。 I suppose MeNumberTwo will 〃sass back;〃 and swear that
〃giant's〃 was the message which came down from headquarters。 He is
always doing the wrong thing and excusing himself。 Who blows out the
gas instead of shutting it off? Who puts the key in the desk and
fastens it tight with the spring lock? Do you mean to say that the
upper Me; the Me of the true thinking…marrow; the convolutions of the
brain; does not know better? Of course he does; and Me…Number…Two is
a careless servant; who remembers some old direction; and follows
that instead of the one just given。
Number Seven demurred to this; and I am not sure that he is wrong in
so doing。 He maintains that the automatic fellow always does just
what he is told to do。 Number Five is disposed to agree with him。
We will talk over the question。
But come; now; why should not a giant have a tail as well as a
dragon? Linnaeus admitted the homo caudatus into his anthropological
catalogue。 The human embryo has a very well marked caudal appendage;
that is; the vertebral column appears prolonged; just as it is in a
young quadruped。 During the late session of the Medical Congress at
Washington; my friend Dr。 Priestley; a distinguished London
physician; of the highest character and standing; showed me the
photograph of a small boy; some three or four years old; who had a
very respectable little tail; which would have passed muster on a
pig; and would have made a frog or a toad ashamed of himself。 I have
never heard what became of the little boy; nor have I looked in the
books or journals to find out if there are similar cases on record;
but I have no doubt that there are others。 And if boys may have this
additional ornament to their vertebral columns; why not men? And if
men; why not giants? So I may not have made a very bad blunder;
after all; and my reader has learned something about the homo
caudatus as spoken of by Linnxus; and as shown me in photograph by
Dr。 Priestley。 This child is a candidate for the vacant place of
Missing Link。
In accounting for the blunders; and even gross blunders; which;
sooner or later; one who writes much is pretty sure to commit; I must
not forget the part played by the blind spot or idiotic area in the
brain; which I have already described。
The most knowing persons we meet with are sometimes at fault。 Nova
onania possumus omnes is not a new nor profound axiom; but it is well
to remember it as a counterpoise to that other truly American saying
of the late Mr。 Samuel Patch; 〃Some things can be done as well as
others。〃 Yes; some things; but not all things。 We all know men and
women who hate to admit their ignorance of anything。 Like Talkative
in 〃Pilgrim's Progress;〃 they are ready to converse of 〃things
heavenly or things earthly; things moral or things evangelical;
things sacred or things profane; things past or things to come;
things foreign or things at home; things more essential or things
circumstantial。〃
Talkative is apt to be a shallow fellow; and to say foolish things
about matters he only half understands; and yet he has his place in
society。 The specialists would grow to be intolerable; were they not
counterpoised to some degree by the people of general intelligence。
The man who knows too much about one particular subject is liable to
become a terrible social infliction。 Some of the worst bores (to use
plain language) we ever meet with are recognized as experts of high
grade in their respective departments。 Beware of making so much as a
pinhole in the dam that holds back their knowledge。 They ride their
hobbies without bit or bridle。 A poet on Pegasus; reciting his own
verses; is hardly more to be dreaded than a mounted specialist。
One of the best offices which women perform for men is that of
tasting books for them。 They may or may not be profound students;
some of them are; but we do not expect to meet women like Mrs。
Somerville; or Caroline Herschel; or Maria Mitchell at every dinner…
table or afternoon tea。 But give your elect lady a pile of books to
look over for you; and she will tell you what they have for her and
for you in less time than you would have wasted in stupefying
yourself over a single volume。
One of the encouraging signs of the times is the condensed and
abbreviated form