father and son-第46章
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neighbouring academy； but 'what were all such toys to me？'
These young fellows； who ought long before to have left the school； did nothing overtly unkind to me； but they condemned me to silence。 They ceased to address me except with an occasional command。 By reason of my youth； I was in bed and asleep before my companions arrived upstairs； and in the morning I was always routed up and packed about my business while they still were drowsing。 But the fact that I had been cut off from my coevals by night； cut me off from them also by dayso that I was nothing to them； neither a boarder nor a day…scholar； neither flesh； fish nor fowl。 The loneliness of my life was extreme； and that I always went home on Saturday afternoon and returned on Monday morning still further checked my companionships at school。 For a long time； round the outskirts of that busy throng of opening lives； I 'wandered lonely as a cloud'； and sometimes I was more unhappy than I had ever been before。 No one； however； bullied me； and though I was dimly and indefinably witness to acts of uncleanness and cruelty； I was the victim of no such acts and the recipient of no dangerous confidences。 I suppose that my queer reputation for sanctity； half dreadful； half ridiculous； surrounded me with a non…conducting atmosphere。
We are the victims of hallowed proverbs； and one of the most classic of these tells us that 'the child is father of the man'。 But in my case I cannot think that this was true。 In mature years I have always been gregarious； a lover of my kind； dependent upon the company of friends for the very pulse of moral life。 To be marooned； to be shut up in a solitary cell； to inhabit a lighthouse； or to camp alone in a forest； these have always seemed to me afflictions too heavy to be borne； even in imagination。 A state in which conversation exists not； is for me an air too empty of oxygen for my lungs to breathe it。
Yet when I look back upon my days at boarding…school； I see myself unattracted by any of the human beings around me。 My grown…up years are made luminous to me in memory by the ardent faces of my friends； but I can scarce recall so much as the names of more than two or three of my schoolfellows。 There is not one of them whose mind or whose character made any lasting impression upon me。 In later life； I have been impatient of solitude； and afraid of it； at school； I asked for no more than to slip out of the hurly…burly and be alone with my reflections and my fancies。 That magnetism of humanity which has been the agony of mature years； of this I had not a trace when I was a boy。 Of those fragile loves to which most men look back with tenderness and passion； emotions to be explained only as Montaigne explained them； parceque c'etait lui； parceque c'etait moi； I knew nothing。 I； to whom friendship has since been like sunlight and like sleep； left school unbrightened and unrefreshed by commerce with a single friend。
If I had been clever； I should doubtless have attracted the jealousy of my fellows； but I was spared this by the mediocrity of my success in the classes。 One little fact I may mention； because it exemplifies the advance in observation which has been made in forty years。 I was extremely nearsighted； and in consequence was placed at a gross disadvantage； by being unable to see the slate or the black…board on which our tasks were explained。 It seems almost incredible； when one reflects upon it； but during the whole of my school life； this fact was never commented upon or taken into account by a single person； until the Polish lady who taught us the elements of German and French drew someone's attention to it in my sixteenth year。 I was not quick； but I passed for being denser than I was because of the myopic haze that enveloped me。 But this is not an autobiography； and with the cold and shrouded details of my uninteresting school life I will not fatigue the reader。
I was not content； however； to be the cipher that I found myself； and when I had been at school for about a year； I 'broke out'； greatly； I think； to my own surprise； in a popular act。 We had a young usher whom we disliked。 I suppose； poor half…starved phthisic lad； that he was the most miserable of us all。 He was； I think； unfitted for the task which had been forced upon him； he was fretful； unsympathetic； agitated。 The school…house； an old rambling place； possessed a long cellarlike room that opened from our general corridor and was lighted by deep windows； carefully barred； which looked into an inner garden。 This vault was devoted to us and to our play…boxes： by a tacit law； no master entered it。 One evening； just at dusk； a great number of us were here when the bell for night…school rang； and many of us dawdled at the summons。 Mr B。； tactless in his anger； bustled in among us； scolding in a shrill voice； and proceeded to drive us forth。 I was the latest to emerge； and as he turned away to see if any other truant might not be hiding； I determined upon action。 With a quick movement； I drew the door behind me and bolted it； just in time to hear the imprisoned usher scream with vexation。 We boys all trooped upstairs and it is characteristic of my isolation that I had not one 'chum' to whom I could confide my feat。
That Mr。 B。 had been shut in became； however； almost instantly known； and the night…class； usually so unruly； was awed by the event into exemplary decorum。 There； with no master near us； in a silence rarely broken by a giggle or a catcall； we sat diligently working； or pretending to work。 Through my brain； as I hung over my book a thousand new thoughts began to surge。 I was the liberator； the tyrannicide； I had freed all my fellows from the odious oppressor。 Surely； when they learned that it was I； they would cluster round me； surely； now； I should be somebody in the school…life； no longer a mere trotting shadow or invisible presence。 The interval seemed long； at length Mr B。 was released by a servant； and he came up into the school…room to find us in that ominous condition of suspense。
At first he said nothing。 He sank upon a chair in a half…fainting attitude； while he pressed his hand to his side； his distress and silence redoubled the boys' surprise； and filled me with something like remorse。 For the first time； I reflected that he was human； that perhaps he suffered。 He rose presently and took a slate； upon which he wrote two questions： 'Did you do it？' 'Do you know who did？' and these he propounded to each boy in rotation。 The prompt； redoubled 'No' in every case seemed to pile up his despair。
One of the last to whom he held； in silence； the trembling slate was the perpetrator。 As I saw the moment approach； an unspeakable timidity swept over me。 I reflected that no one had seen me； that no one could accuse me。 Nothing could be easier or safer than to deny； nothing more perplexing to the enemy； nothing less perilous for the culprit。 A flood of plausible reasons invaded my brain； I seemed to see this to be a case in which to tell the truth would be not merely foolish； it would be wrong。 Yet when the usher stood before me； holding the slate out in his white and shaking hand； I seized the pencil； and； ignoring the first question； I wrote 'Yes' firmly against the second。 I suppose that the ambiguity of this action puzzled Mr B。 He pressed me to answer： 'Did you do it？' but to that I was obstinately dumb； and away I was hurried to an empty bed…room； where for the whole of that night and the next day I was held a prisoner； visited at intervals by the headmaster and other inquisitorial persons； until I was gradually persuaded to make a full confession and apology。
This absurd little incident had one effect； it revealed me to my schoolfellows as an existence。 From that time forth I lay no longer under the stigma of invisibility； I had produced my material shape and had thrown my shadow for a moment into a legend。 But； in other respects； things went on much as before。
Curiously uninfluenced by my surroundings； I in my turn failed to exercise influence； and my practical isolation was no less than it had been before。 It was thus that it came about that my social memories of my boarding…school life are monotonous and vague。 It was a period during which； as it appe
