vailima letters-第50章
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there is one piece for instance that I want in … I cannot put
it one place for a good reason … I cannot put it another for
a better … and every time I look at it; I turn sick and put
the Ms。 away。
Well; your letter hasn't come; and a number of others are
missing。 It looks as if a mail…bag had gone on; so I'll
blame nobody; and proceed to business。
It looks as if I was going to send you the first three
chapters of my Grandfather。 。 。 。 If they were set up; it
would be that much anxiety off my mind。 I have a strange
feeling of responsibility; as if I had my ancestors' SOULS in
my charge; and might miscarry with them。
There's a lot of work gone into it; and a lot more is needed。
Still Chapter I。 seems about right to me; and much of Chapter
II。 Chapter III。 I know nothing of; as I told you。 And
Chapter IV。 is at present all ends and beginnings; but it can
be pulled together。
This is all I have been able to screw up to you for this
month; and I may add that it is not only more than you
deserve; but just about more than I was equal to。 I have
been and am entirely useless; just able to tinker at my
Grandfather。 The three chapters … perhaps also a little of
the fourth … will come home to you next mail by the hand of
my cousin Graham Balfour; a very nice fellow whom I recommend
to you warmly … and whom I think you will like。 This will
give you time to consider my various and distracted schemes。
All our wars are over in the meantime; to begin again as soon
as the war…ships leave。 Adieu。
R。 L。 S。
CHAPTER XXXIII
23RD AUGUST。
MY DEAR COLVIN; … Your pleasing letter RE THE EBB TIDE; to
hand。 I propose; if it be not too late; to delete Lloyd's
name。 He has nothing to do with the last half。 The first we
wrote together; as the beginning of a long yarn。 The second
is entirely mine; and I think it rather unfair on the young
man to couple his name with so infamous a work。 Above all;
as you had not read the two last chapters; which seem to me
the most ugly and cynical of all。
You will see that I am not in a good humour; and I am not。
It is not because of your letter; but because of the
complicated miseries that surround me and that I choose to
say nothing of。 Life is not all Beer and Skittles。 The
inherent tragedy of things works itself out from white to
black and blacker; and the poor things of a day look ruefully
on。 Does it shake my cast…iron faith? I cannot say it does。
I believe in an ultimate decency of things; ay; and if I woke
in hell; should still believe it! But it is hard walking;
and I can see my own share in the missteps; and can bow my
head to the result; like an old; stern; unhappy devil of a
Norseman; as my ultimate character is。 。 。 。
Well; IL FAUT CULTIVER SON JARDIN。 That last expression of
poor; unhappy human wisdom I take to my heart and go to ST。
IVES。
24th AUG。
And did; and worked about 2 hours and got to sleep ultimately
and 'a' the clouds has blawn away。' 'Be sure we'll have some
pleisand weather; When a' the clouds (storms?) has blawn
(gone?) away。' Verses that have a quite inexplicable
attraction for me; and I believe had for Burns。 They have no
merit; but are somehow good。 I am now in a most excellent
humour。
I am deep in ST。 IVES which; I believe; will be the next
novel done。 But it is to be clearly understood that I
promise nothing; and may throw in your face the very last
thing you expect … or I expect。 ST。 IVES will (to my mind)
not be wholly bad。 It is written in rather a funny style; a
little stilted and left…handed; the style of St。 Ives; also;
to some extent; the style of R。 L。 S。 dictating。 ST。 IVES
is unintellectual and except as an adventure novel; dull。
But the adventures seem to me sound and pretty probable; and
it is a love story。 Speed his wings!
SUNDAY NIGHT。
DE COEUR UN PEU PLUS DISPOS; MONSIEUR ET CHER CONFRERE; JE ME
REMETS A VOUS ECRIRE。 ST。 IVES is now in the 5th chapter
copying; in the 14th chapter of the dictated draft。 I do not
believe I shall end by disliking it。
MONDAY。
Well; here goes again for the news。 Fanny is VERY WELL
indeed; and in good spirits; I am in good spirits but not
VERY well; Lloyd is in good spirits and very well; Belle has
a real good fever which has put her pipe out wholly。 Graham
goes back this mail。 He takes with him three chapters of THE
FAMILY; and is to go to you as soon as he can。 He cannot be
much the master of his movements; but you grip him when you
can and get all you can from him; as he has lived about six
months with us and he can tell you just what is true and what
is not … and not the dreams of dear old Ross。 He is a good
fellow; is he not?
Since you rather revise your views of THE EBB TIDE; I think
Lloyd's name might stick; but I'll leave it to you。 I'll
tell you just how it stands。 Up to the discovery of the
champagne; the tale was all planned between us and drafted by
Lloyd; from that moment he has had nothing to do with it
except talking it over。 For we changed our plan; gave up the
projected Monte Cristo; and cut it down for a short story。
My jmpression … (I beg your pardon … this is a local joke … a
firm here had on its beer labels; 'sole jmporters') … is that
it will never be popular; but might make a little SUCCES DE
SCANDALE。 However; I'm done with it now; and not sorry; and
the crowd may rave and mumble its bones for what I care。
Hole essential。 I am sorry about the maps; but I want 'em
for next edition; so see and have proofs sent。 You are quite
right about the bottle and the great Huish; I must try to
make it clear。 No; I will not write a play for Irving nor
for the devil。 Can you not see that the work of
FALSIFICATION which a play demands is of all tasks the most
ungrateful? And I have done it a long while … and nothing
ever came of it。
Consider my new proposal; I mean Honolulu。 You would get the
Atlantic and the Rocky Mountains; would you not? for bracing。
And so much less sea! And then you could actually see
Vailima; which I WOULD like you to; for it's beautiful and my
home and tomb that is to be; though it's a wrench not to be
planted in Scotland … that I can never deny … if I could only
be buried in the hills; under the heather and a table
tombstone like the martyrs; where the whaups and plovers are
crying! Did you see a man who wrote the STICKIT MINISTER;
and dedicated it to me; in words that brought the tears to my
eyes every time I looked at them; 'Where about the graves of
the martyrs the whaups are crying。 HIS heart remembers how。'
Ah; by God; it does! Singular that I should fulfil the Scots
destiny throughout; and live a voluntary exile; and have my
head filled with the blessed; beastly place all the time!
And now a word as regards the delusions of the dear Ross; who
remembers; I believe; my letters and Fanny's when we were
first installed; and were really hoeing a hard row。 We have
salad; beans; cabbages; tomatoes; asparagus; kohl…rabi;
oranges; limes; barbadines; pine…apples; Cape gooseberries …
galore; pints of milk and cream; fresh meat five days a week。
It is the rarest thing for any of us to touch a tin; and the
gnashing of teeth when it has to be done is dreadful … for no
one who has not lived on them for six months knows what the
Hatred of the Tin is。 As for exposure; my weakness is
certainly the reverse; I am sometimes a month without leaving
the verandah … for my sins; be it said! Doubtless; when I go
about and; as the Doctor says; 'expose myself to malaria;' I
am in far better health; and I would do so more too … for I
do not mean to be silly … but the difficulties are great。
However; you see how much the dear Doctor kno