idle thoughts of an idle fellow-第14节
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this kind。 Dogs； however； seem to like it。 They encourage their owners in the tomfoolery； and the consequence is that in the circles I am speaking of what 〃dear Fido〃 has done； does do； will do； won't do； can do； can't do； was doing； is doing； is going to do； shall do； shan't do； and is about to be going to have done is the continual theme of discussion from morning till night。
All the conversation； consisting； as it does； of the very dregs of imbecility； is addressed to this confounded animal。 The family sit in a row all day long； watching him； commenting upon his actions； telling each other anecdotes about him； recalling his virtues； and remembering with tears how one day they lost him for two whole hours； on which occasion he was brought home in a most brutal manner by the butcher…boy； who had been met carrying him by the scruff of his neck with one hand； while soundly cuffing his head with the other。
After recovering from these bitter recollections； they vie with each other in bursts of admiration for the brute； until some more than usually enthusiastic member； unable any longer to control his feelings； swoops down upon the unhappy quadruped in a frenzy of affection； clutches it to his heart； and slobbers over it。 Whereupon the others； mad with envy； rise up； and seizing as much of the dog as the greed of the first one has left to them； murmur praise and devotion。
Among these people everything is done through the dog。 If you want to make love to the eldest daughter； or get the old man to lend you the garden roller； or the mother to subscribe to the Society for the Suppression of Solo…Cornet Players in Theatrical Orchestras （it's a pity there isn't one； anyhow）； you have to begin with the dog。 You must gain its approbation before they will even listen to you； and if； as is highly probable； the animal； whose frank； doggy nature has been warped by the unnatural treatment he has received； responds to your overtures of friendship by viciously snapping at you； your cause is lost forever。
〃If Fido won't take to any one；〃 the father has thoughtfully remarked beforehand； 〃I say that man is not to be trusted。 You know； Maria； how often I have said that。 Ah！ he knows； bless him。〃
Drat him！
And to think that the surly brute was once an innocent puppy； all legs and head； full of fun and play； and burning with ambition to become a big； good dog and bark like mother。
Ah me！ life sadly changes us all。 The world seems a vast horrible grinding machine； into which what is fresh and bright and pure is pushed at one end； to come out old and crabbed and wrinkled at the other。
Look even at Pussy Sobersides； with her dull； sleepy glance； her grave； slow walk； and dignified； prudish airs； who could ever think that once she was the blue…eyed； whirling； scampering； head…over…heels； mad little firework that we call a kitten？
What marvelous vitality a kitten has。 It is really something very beautiful the way life bubbles over in the little creatures。 They rush about； and mew； and spring； dance on their hind legs； embrace everything with their front ones； roll over and over； lie on their backs and kick。 They don't know what to do with themselves； they are so full of life。
Can you remember； reader； when you and I felt something of the same sort of thing？ Can you remember those glorious days of fresh young manhoodhow； when coming home along the moonlit road； we felt too full of life for sober walking； and had to spring and skip； and wave our arms； and shout till belated farmers' wives thoughtand with good reason； toothat we were mad； and kept close to the hedge； while we stood and laughed aloud to see them scuttle off so fast and made their blood run cold with a wild parting whoop； and the tears came； we knew not why？ Oh； that magnificent young LIFE！ that crowned us kings of the earth； that rushed through every tingling vein till we seemed to walk on air； that thrilled through our throbbing brains and told us to go forth and conquer the whole world； that welled up in our young hearts till we longed to stretch out our arms and gather all the toiling men and women and the little children to our breast and love them allall。 Ah！ they were grand days； those deep； full days； when our coming life； like an unseen organ； pealed strange； yearnful music in our ears； and our young blood cried out like a war…horse for the battle。 Ah； our pulse beats slow and steady now； and our old joints are rheumatic； and we love our easy…chair and pipe and sneer at boys' enthusiasm。 But oh for one brief moment of that god…like life again！
ON BEING SHY。
All great literary men are shy。 I am myself； though I am told it is hardly noticeable。
I am glad it is not。 It used to be extremely prominent at one time； and was the cause of much misery to myself and discomfort to every one about memy lady friends especially complained most bitterly about it。
A shy man's lot is not a happy one。 The men dislike him； the women despise him； and he dislikes and despises himself。 Use brings him no relief； and there is no cure for him except time； though I once came across a delicious recipe for overcoming the misfortune。 It appeared among the 〃answers to correspondents〃 in a small weekly journal and ran as followsI have never forgotten it： 〃Adopt an easy and pleasing manner； especially toward ladies。〃
Poor wretch！ I can imagine the grin with which he must have read that advice。 〃Adopt an easy and pleasing manner； especially toward ladies；〃 forsooth！ Don't you adopt anything of the kind； my dear young shy friend。 Your attempt to put on any other disposition than your own will infallibly result in your becoming ridiculously gushing and offensively familiar。 Be your own natural self； and then you will only be thought to be surly and stupid。
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him。 He is able； to a certain extent； to communicate his misery。 He frightens other people as much as they frighten him。 He acts like a damper upon the whole room； and the most jovial spirits become in his presence depressed and nervous。
This is a good deal brought about by misunderstanding。 Many people mistake the shy man's timidity for overbearing arrogance and are awed and insulted by it。 His awkwardness is resented as insolent carelessness； and when； terror…stricken at the first word addressed to him； the blood rushes to his head and the power of speech completely fails him； he is regarded as an awful example of the evil effects of giving way to passion。
But； indeed； to be misunderstood is the shy man's fate on every occasion； and whatever impression he endeavors to create； he is sure to convey its opposite。 When he makes a joke； it is looked upon as a pretended relation of fact and his want of veracity much condemned。 His sarcasm is accepted as his literal opinion and gains for him the reputation of being an ass； while if； on the other hand； wishing to ingratiate himself； he ventures upon a little bit of flattery； it is taken for satire and he is hated ever afterward。
These and the rest of a shy man's troubles are always very amusing to other people； and have afforded material for comic writing from time immemorial。 But if we look a little deeper we shall find there is a pathetic； one might almost say a tragic； side to the picture。 A shy man means a lonely mana man cut off from all companionship； all sociability。 He moves about the world； but does not mix with it。 Between him and his fellow…men there runs ever an impassable barriera strong； invisible wall that； trying in vain to scale； he but bruises himself against。 He sees the pleasant faces and hears the pleasant voices on the other side； but he cannot stretch his hand across to grasp another hand。 He stands watching the merry groups； and he longs to speak and to claim kindred with them。 But they pass him by； chatting gayly to one another； and he cannot stay them。 He tries to reach them； but his prison walls move with him and hem him in on every side。 In the busy street； in the crowded room； in the grind of work； in the whirl of pleasure； amid the many or amid the fewwherever men congregate together； wherever the music of human speech is heard and human thought is flashed from human eyes； there； shunned and solitary； the shy man； like a leper； stands apart。 His soul is full of love and longing； but the world knows it not。 The iron mask of shyness is riveted before his face； and the man beneath is never seen。 Genial words and hearty greetings are ever rising to his lips； but they die away in unheard whispers behind the steel clamps。 His heart aches for the weary brother； but his sympathy is dumb。 Contempt and indignation against wrong choke up his throat； and finding no safety…valve whence in passionate utterance they may burst forth； they only turn in again and harm him。 All the hate and scorn and love of a deep nature such as the shy man is ever cursed by fester and corrupt within； instead of spending themselves abroad； and sour him into a misanthrope and cynic。
Yes； shy men； like ugly women； have a bad time of it in this world； to go through which with any comfort needs the hide of a rhinoceros。 Thick skin is； indeed； our mor
