novel notes-第27章
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tember massacres;〃 or Western mob rule; it creeps out and bites and tears at quivering flesh; or plunges its hairy arms elbow deep in blood; or dances round a burning nigger。
I knew a man onceor; rather; I knew of a manwho was a confirmed drunkard。 He became and continued a drunkard; not through weakness; but through will。 When his friends remonstrated with him; he told them to mind their own business; and to let him mind his。 If he saw any reason for not getting drunk he would give it up。 Meanwhile he liked getting drunk; and he meant to get drunk as often as possible。
He went about it deliberately; and did it thoroughly。 For nearly ten years; so it was reported; he never went to bed sober。 This may be an exaggerationit would be a singular report were it notbut it can be relied upon as sufficiently truthful for all practical purposes。
Then there came a day when he did see a reason for not getting drunk。 He signed no pledge; he took no oath。 He said; 〃I will never touch another drop of drink;〃 and for twenty…six years he kept his word。
At the end of that time a combination of circumstances occurred that made life troublesome to him; so that he desired to be rid of it altogether。 He was a man accustomed; when he desired a thing within his reach; to stretch out his hand and take it。 He reviewed the case calmly; and decided to commit suicide。
If the thing were to be done at all; it would be best; for reasons that if set forth would make this a long story; that it should be done that very night; and; if possible; before eleven o'clock; which was the earliest hour a certain person could arrive from a certain place。
It was then four in the afternoon。 He attended to some necessary business; and wrote some necessary letters。 This occupied him until seven。 He then called a cab and drove to a small hotel in the suburbs; engaged a private room; and ordered up materials for the making of the particular punch that had been the last beverage he had got drunk on; six…and…twenty years ago。
For three hours he sat there drinking steadily; with his watch before him。 At half…past ten he rang the bell; paid his bill; came home; and cut his throat。
For a quarter of a century people had been calling that man a 〃reformed character。〃 His character had not reformed one jot。 The craving for drink had never died。 For twenty…six years he had; being a great man; held it gripped by the throat。 When all things became a matter of indifference to him; he loosened his grasp; and the evil instinct rose up within him as strong on the day he died as on the day he forced it down。
That is all a man can do; pray for strength to crush down the evil that is in him; and to keep it held down day after day。 I never hear washy talk about 〃changed characters〃 and 〃reformed natures〃 but I think of a sermon I once heard at a Wesleyan revivalist meeting in the Black Country。
〃Ah! my friends; we've all of us got the devil inside us。 I've got him; you've got him;〃 cried the preacherhe was an old man; with long white hair and beard; and wild; fighting eyes。 Most of the preachers who came 〃reviving;〃 as it was called; through that district; had those eyes。 Some of them needed 〃reviving〃 themselves; in quite another sense; before they got clear out of it。 I am speaking now of more than thirty years ago。
〃Ah! so us haveso us have;〃 came the response。
〃And you carn't get rid of him;〃 continued the speaker。
〃Not of oursel's;〃 ejaculated a fervent voice at the end of the room; 〃but the Lord will help us。〃
The old preacher turned on him almost fiercely:…
〃But th' Lord woan't;〃 he shouted; 〃doan't 'ee reckon on that; lad。 Ye've got him an' ye've got ta keep him。 Ye carn't get rid of him。 Th' Lord doan't mean 'ee to。〃
Here there broke forth murmurs of angry disapproval; but the old fellow went on; unheeding:…
〃It arn't good for 'ee to get rid of him。 Ye've just got to hug him tight。 Doan't let him go。 Hold him fast; andLAM INTO HIM。 I tell 'ee it's good; healthy Christian exercise。〃
We had been discussing the subject with reference to our hero。 It had been suggested by Brown as an unhackneyed idea; and one lending itself; therefore; to comparative freshness of treatment; that our hero should be a thorough…paced scamp。
Jephson seconded the proposal; for the reason that it would the better enable us to accomplish artistic work。 He was of opinion that we should be more sure of our ground in drawing a villain than in attempting to portray a good man。
MacShaughnassy thirded (if I may coin what has often appeared to me to be a much…needed word) the motion with ardour。 He was tired; he said; of the crystal…hearted; noble…thinking young man of fiction。 Besides; it made bad reading for the 〃young person。〃 It gave her false ideas; and made her dissatisfied with mankind as he really is。
And; thereupon; he launched forth and sketched us his idea of a hero; with reference to whom I can only say that I should not like to meet him on a dark night。
Brown; our one earnest member; begged us to be reasonable; and reminded us; not for the first time; and not; perhaps; altogether unnecessarily; that these meetings were for the purpose of discussing business; not of talking nonsense。
Thus adjured; we attacked the subject conscientiously。
Brown's idea was that the man should be an out…and…out blackguard; until about the middle of the book; when some event should transpire that would have the effect of completely reforming him。 This naturally brought the discussion down to the question with which I have commenced this chapter: Does man ever reform? I argued in the negative; and gave the reasons for my disbelief much as I have set them forth here。 MacShaughnassy; on the other hand; contended that he did; and instanced the case of himselfa man who; in his early days; so he asserted; had been a scatterbrained; impracticable person; entirely without stability。
I maintained that this was merely an example of enormous will…power enabling a man to overcome and rise superior to the defects of character with which nature had handicapped him。
〃My opinion of you;〃 I said; 〃is that you are naturally a hopelessly irresponsible; well…meaning ass。 But;〃 I continued quickly; seeing his hand reaching out towards a complete Shakespeare in one volume that lay upon the piano; 〃your mental capabilities are of such extraordinary power that you can disguise this fact; and make yourself appear a man of sense and wisdom。〃
Brown agreed with me that in MacShaughnassy's case traces of the former disposition were clearly apparent; but pleaded that the illustration was an unfortunate one; and that it ought not to have weight in the discussion。
〃Seriously speaking;〃 said he; 〃don't you think that there are some experiences great enough to break up and re…form a man's nature?〃
〃To break up;〃 I replied; 〃yes; but to re…form; no。 Passing through a great experience may shatter a man; or it may strengthen a man; just as passing through a furnace may melt or purify metal; but no furnace ever lit upon this earth can change a bar of gold into a bar of lead; or a bar of lead into one of gold。〃
I asked Jephson what he thought。 He did not consider the bar of gold simile a good one。 He held that a man's character was not an immutable element。 He likened it to a drugpoison or elixir compounded by each man for himself from the pharmacopoeia of all things known to life and time; and saw no impossibility; though some improbability; in the glass being flung aside and a fresh draught prepared with pain and labour。
〃Well;〃 I said; 〃let us put the case practically; did you ever know a man's character to change?〃
〃Yes;〃 he answered; 〃I did know a man whose character seemed to me to be completely changed by an experience that happened to him。 It may; as you say; only have been that he was shattered; or that the lesson may have taught him to keep his natural disposition ever under control。 The result; in any case; was striking。〃
We asked him to give us the history of the case; and he did so。
〃He was a friend of some cousins of mine;〃 Jephson began; 〃people I used to see a good deal of in my undergraduate days。 When I met him first