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would not hesitate about doing so through the fear of taking nasty
medicine。  It was possible that her malady was incurable (for I had
heard enough to convince me that her dipsomania was only a pretence
and that she was temperate in all her habits); in that case she
might perhaps be justly subject to annoyances or even to restraint;
but who could say whether she was curable or not; until she was
able to make a clean breast of her symptoms instead of concealing
them?  In their eagerness to stamp out disease; these people
overshot their mark; for people had become so clever at
dissemblingthey painted their faces with such consummate skill
they repaired the decay of time and the effects of mischance with
such profound dissimulationthat it was really impossible to say
whether any one was well or ill till after an intimate acquaintance
of months or years。  Even then the shrewdest were constantly
mistaken in their judgements; and marriages were often contracted
with most deplorable results; owing to the art with which infirmity
had been concealed。

It appeared to me that the first step towards the cure of disease
should be the announcement of the fact to a person's near relations
and friends。  If any one had a headache; he ought to be permitted
within reasonable limits to say so at once; and to retire to his
own bedroom and take a pill; without every one's looking grave and
tears being shed and all the rest of it。  As it was; even upon
hearing it whispered that somebody else was subject to headaches; a
whole company must look as though they had never had a headache in
their lives。  It is true they were not very prevalent; for the
people were the healthiest and most comely imaginable; owing to the
severity with which ill health was treated; still; even the best
were liable to be out of sorts sometimes; and there were few
families that had not a medicine…chest in a cupboard somewhere。



CHAPTER XV:  THE MUSICAL BANKS



On my return to the drawing…room; I found that the Mahaina current
had expended itself。  The ladies were just putting away their work
and preparing to go out。  I asked them where they were going。  They
answered with a certain air of reserve that they were going to the
bank to get some money。

Now I had already collected that the mercantile affairs of the
Erewhonians were conducted on a totally different system from our
own; I had; however; gathered little hitherto; except that they had
two distinct commercial systems; of which the one appealed more
strongly to the imagination than anything to which we are
accustomed in Europe; inasmuch as the banks that were conducted
upon this system were decorated in the most profuse fashion; and
all mercantile transactions were accompanied with music; so that
they were called Musical Banks; though the music was hideous to a
European ear。

As for the system itself I never understood it; neither can I do so
now:  they have a code in connection with it; which I have not the
slightest doubt that they understand; but no foreigner can hope to
do so。  One rule runs into; and against; another as in a most
complicated grammar; or as in Chinese pronunciation; wherein I am
told that the slightest change in accentuation or tone of voice
alters the meaning of a whole sentence。  Whatever is incoherent in
my description must be referred to the fact of my never having
attained to a full comprehension of the subject。

So far; however; as I could collect anything certain; I gathered
that they have two distinct currencies; each under the control of
its own banks and mercantile codes。  One of these (the one with the
Musical Banks) was supposed to be THE system; and to give out the
currency in which all monetary transactions should be carried on;
and as far as I could see; all who wished to be considered
respectable; kept a larger or smaller balance at these banks。  On
the other hand; if there is one thing of which I am more sure than
another; it is that the amount so kept had no direct commercial
value in the outside world; I am sure that the managers and
cashiers of the Musical Banks were not paid in their own currency。
Mr。 Nosnibor used to go to these banks; or rather to the great
mother bank of the city; sometimes but not very often。  He was a
pillar of one of the other kind of banks; though he appeared to
hold some minor office also in the musical ones。  The ladies
generally went alone; as indeed was the case in most families;
except on state occasions。

I had long wanted to know more of this strange system; and had the
greatest desire to accompany my hostess and her daughters。  I had
seen them go out almost every morning since my arrival and had
noticed that they carried their purses in their hands; not exactly
ostentatiously; yet just so as that those who met them should see
whither they were going。  I had never; however; yet been asked to
go with them myself。

It is not easy to convey a person's manner by words; and I can
hardly give any idea of the peculiar feeling that came upon me when
I saw the ladies on the point of starting for the bank。  There was
a something of regret; a something as though they would wish to
take me with them; but did not like to ask me; and yet as though I
were hardly to ask to be taken。  I was determined; however; to
bring matters to an issue with my hostess about my going with them;
and after a little parleying; and many inquiries as to whether I
was perfectly sure that I myself wished to go; it was decided that
I might do so。

We passed through several streets of more or less considerable
houses; and at last turning round a corner we came upon a large
piazza; at the end of which was a magnificent building; of a
strange but noble architecture and of great antiquity。  It did not
open directly on to the piazza; there being a screen; through which
was an archway; between the piazza and the actual precincts of the
bank。  On passing under the archway we entered upon a green sward;
round which there ran an arcade or cloister; while in front of us
uprose the majestic towers of the bank and its venerable front;
which was divided into three deep recesses and adorned with all
sorts of marbles and many sculptures。  On either side there were
beautiful old trees wherein the birds were busy by the hundred; and
a number of quaint but substantial houses of singularly comfortable
appearance; they were situated in the midst of orchards and
gardens; and gave me an impression of great peace and plenty。

Indeed it had been no error to say that this building was one that
appealed to the imagination; it did moreit carried both
imagination and judgement by storm。  It was an epic in stone and
marble; and so powerful was the effect it produced on me; that as I
beheld it I was charmed and melted。  I felt more conscious of the
existence of a remote past。  One knows of this always; but the
knowledge is never so living as in the actual presence of some
witness to the life of bygone ages。  I felt how short a space of
human life was the period of our own existence。  I was more
impressed with my own littleness; and much more inclinable to
believe that the people whose sense of the fitness of things was
equal to the upraising of so serene a handiwork; were hardly likely
to be wrong in the conclusions they might come to upon any subject。
My feeling certainly was that the currency of this bank must be the
right one。

We crossed the sward and entered the building。  If the outside had
been impressive the inside was even more so。  It was very lofty and
divided into several parts by walls which rested upon massive
pillars; the windows were filled with stained glass descriptive of
the principal commercial incidents of the bank for many ages。  In a
remote part of the building there were men and boys singing; this
was the only disturbing feature; for as the gamut was still
unknown; there was no music in the country which could be agreeable
to a European ear。  The singers seemed to have derived their
inspirations from the songs of birds and the wailing of the wind;
which last they tried to imitate in melancholy cadences that at
times degenerated into a howl。  To my thinking 

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