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the professor at the breakfast table-第16部分
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suspected individual just ten minutes before dinner。 If this is
eagerly accepted and devoured; the fact of youth is established。 If
the subject of the question starts back and expresses surprise and
incredulity; as if you could not possibly be in earnest; the fact of
maturity is no less clear。
Excuse me;I return to my story of the Commons…table。 Young
fellows being always hungry; and tea and dry toast being the meagre
fare of the evening meal; it was a trick of some of the Boys to
impale a slice of meat upon a fork; at dinner…time; and stick the
fork holding it beneath the table; so that they could get it at tea…
time。 The dragons that guarded this table of the Hesperides found
out the trick at last; and kept a sharp look…out for missing forks;
they knew where to find one; if it was not in its place。 Now the
odd thing was; that; after waiting so many years to hear of this
college trick; I should hear it mentioned a second time within the
same twenty…four hours by a college youth of the present generation。
Strange; but true。 And so it has happened to me and to every person;
often and often; to be hit in rapid succession by these twinned facts
or thoughts; as if they were linked like chain…shot。
I was going to leave the simple reader to wonder over this; taking it
as an unexplained marvel。 I think; however; I will turn over a
furrow of subsoil in it。 The explanation is; of course; that in a
great many thoughts there must be a few coincidences; and these
instantly arrest our attention。 Now we shall probably never have the
least idea of the enormous number of impressions which pass through
our consciousness; until in some future life we see the photographic
record of our thoughts and the stereoscopic picture of our actions。
There go more pieces to make up a conscious life or a living body
than you think for。 Why; some of you were surprised when a friend of
mine told you there were fifty…eight separate pieces in a fiddle。
How many 〃swimming glands〃solid; organized; regularly formed;
rounded disks taking an active part in all your vital processes; part
and parcel; each one of them; of your corporeal beingdo you suppose
are whirled along; like pebbles in a stream; with the blood which
warms your frame and colors your cheeks?A noted German physiologist
spread out a minute drop of blood; under the microscope; in narrow
streaks; and counted the globules; and then made a calculation。 The
counting by the micrometer took him a week。 You have; my full…grown
friend; of these little couriers in crimson or scarlet livery;
running on your vital errands day and night as long as you live;
sixty…five billions; five hundred and seventy thousand millions。
Errors excepted。 Did I hear some gentleman say; 〃Doubted? 〃I am
the Professor。 I sit in my chair with a petard under it that will
blow me through the skylight of my lecture…room; if I do not know
what I am talking about and whom I am quoting。
Now; my dear friends; who are putting your hands to your foreheads;
and saying to yourselves that you feel a little confused; as if you
had been waltzing until things began to whirl slightly round you; is
it possible that you do not clearly apprehend the exact connection of
all that I have been saying; and its bearing on what is now to come?
Listen; then。 The number of these living elements in our bodies
illustrates the incalculable multitude of our thoughts; the number of
our thoughts accounts for those frequent coincidences spoken of;
these coincidences in the world of thought illustrate those which we
constantly observe in the world of outward events; of which the
presence of the young girl now at our table; and proving to be the
daughter of an old acquaintance some of us may remember; is the
special example which led me through this labyrinth of reflections;
and finally lands me at the commencement of this young girl's story;
which; as I said; I have found the time and felt the interest to
learn something of; and which I think I can tell without wronging the
unconscious subject of my brief delineation。
IRIS。
You remember; perhaps; in some papers published awhile ago; an odd
poem written by an old Latin tutor? He brought up at the verb amo; I
love; as all of us do; and by and by Nature opened her great living
dictionary for him at the word ; filia; a daughter。 The poor man was
greatly perplexed in choosing a name for her。 Lucretia and Virginia
were the first that he thought of; but then came up those pictured
stories of Titus Livius; which he could never read without crying;
though he had read them a hundred times。
Lucretia sending for her husband and her father; each to bring one
friend with him; and awaiting them in her chamber。 To them her
wrongs briefly。 Let them see to the wretch;she will take care of
herself。 Then the hidden knife flashes out and sinks into her heart。
She slides from her seat; and falls dying。 〃Her husband and her
father cry aloud。〃No; not Lucretia。
…Virginius;a brown old soldier; father of a nice girl。 She engaged
to a very promising young man。 Decemvir Appius takes a violent fancy
to her;must have her at any rate。 Hires a lawyer to present the
arguments in favor of the view that she was another man's daughter。
There used to be lawyers in Rome that would do such things。 All
right。 There are two sides to everything。 Audi alteram partem。
The legal gentleman has no opinion;he only states the evidence。
A doubtful case。 Let the young lady be under the protection of the
Honorable Decemvir until it can be looked up thoroughly。 Father
thinks it best; on the whole; to give in。 Will explain the matter;
if the young lady and her maid will step this way。 That is the
explanation;a stab with a butcher's knife; snatched from a stall;
meant for other lambs than this poor bleeding Virginia
The old man thought over the story。 Then he must have one look at
the original。 So he took down the first volume and read it over。
When he came to that part where it tells how the young gentleman she
was engaged to and a friend of his took up the poor girl's bloodless
shape and carried it through the street; and how all the women
followed; wailing; and asking if that was what their daughters were
coming to;if that was what they were to get for being good girls;
he melted down into his accustomed tears of pity and grief; and;
through them all; of delight at the charming Latin of the narrative。
But it was impossible to call his child Virginia。 He could never
look at her without thinking she had a knife sticking in her bosom。
Dido would be a good name; and a fresh one。 She was a queen; and the
founder of a great city。 Her story had been immortalized by the
greatest of poets;for the old Latin tutor clove to 〃Virgilius
Maro;〃 as he called him; as closely as ever Dante did in his
memorable journey。 So he took down his Virgil; it was the smooth…
leafed; open…lettered quarto of Basker
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