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three men in a boat-第12章

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the years 2000 and odd?  Will the white cups with the gold rim and the 

beautiful gold flower inside (species unknown); that our Sarah Janes now 

break in sheer light…heartedness of spirit; be carefully mended; and 

stood upon a bracket; and dusted only by the lady of the house?



That china dog that ornaments the bedroom of my furnished lodgings。  It 

is a white dog。  Its eyes blue。  Its nose is a delicate red; with spots。  

Its head is painfully erect; its expression is amiability carried to 

verge of imbecility。  I do not admire it myself。  Considered as a work of 

art; I may say it irritates me。  Thoughtless friends jeer at it; and even 

my landlady herself has no admiration for it; and excuses its presence by 

the circumstance that her aunt gave it to her。



But in 200 years' time it is more than probable that that dog will be dug 

up from somewhere or other; minus its legs; and with its tail broken; and 

will be sold for old china; and put in a glass cabinet。  And people will 

pass it round; and admire it。  They will be struck by the wonderful depth 

of the colour on the nose; and speculate as to how beautiful the bit of 

the tail that is lost no doubt was。



We; in this age; do not see the beauty of that dog。  We are too familiar 

with it。  It is like the sunset and the stars: we are not awed by their 

loveliness because they are common to our eyes。  So it is with that china 

dog。  In 2288 people will gush over it。  The making of such dogs will 

have become a lost art。  Our descendants will wonder how we did it; and 

say how clever we were。  We shall be referred to lovingly as 〃those grand 

old artists that flourished in the nineteenth century; and produced those 

china dogs。〃



The 〃sampler〃 that the eldest daughter did at school will be spoken of as 

〃tapestry of the Victorian era;〃 and be almost priceless。  The blue…and…

white mugs of the present…day roadside inn will be hunted up; all cracked 

and chipped; and sold for their weight in gold; and rich people will use 

them for claret cups; and travellers from Japan will buy up all the 

〃Presents from Ramsgate;〃 and 〃Souvenirs of Margate;〃 that may have 

escaped destruction; and take them back to Jedo as ancient English 

curios。



At this point Harris threw away the sculls; got up and left his seat; and 

sat on his back; and stuck his legs in the air。  Montmorency howled; and 

turned a somersault; and the top hamper jumped up; and all the things 

came out。



I was somewhat surprised; but I did not lose my temper。  I said; 

pleasantly enough:



〃Hulloa! what's that for?〃



〃What's that for?  Why … 〃



No; on second thoughts; I will not repeat what Harris said。  I may have 

been to blame; I admit it; but nothing excuses violence of language and 

coarseness of expression; especially in a man who has been carefully 

brought up; as I know Harris has been。  I was thinking of other things; 

and forgot; as any one might easily understand; that I was steering; and 

the consequence was that we had got mixed up a good deal with the tow…

path。  It was difficult to say; for the moment; which was us and which 

was the Middlesex bank of the river; but we found out after a while; and 

separated ourselves。



Harris; however; said he had done enough for a bit; and proposed that I 

should take a turn; so; as we were in; I got out and took the tow…line; 

and ran the boat on past Hampton Court。  What a dear old wall that is 

that runs along by the river there!  I never pass it without feeling 

better for the sight of it。  Such a mellow; bright; sweet old wall; what 

a charming picture it would make; with the lichen creeping here; and the 

moss growing there; a shy young vine peeping over the top at this spot; 

to see what is going on upon the busy river; and the sober old ivy 

clustering a little farther down!  There are fifty shades and tints and 

hues in every ten yards of that old wall。  If I could only draw; and knew 

how to paint; I could make a lovely sketch of that old wall; I'm sure。  

I've often thought I should like to live at Hampton Court。  It looks so 

peaceful and so quiet; and it is such a dear old place to ramble round in 

the early morning before many people are about。



But; there; I don't suppose I should really care for it when it came to 

actual practice。  It would be so ghastly dull and depressing in the 

evening; when your lamp cast uncanny shadows on the panelled walls; and 

the echo of distant feet rang through the cold stone corridors; and now 

drew nearer; and now died away; and all was death…like silence; save the 

beating of one's own heart。



We are creatures of the sun; we men and women。  We love light and life。  

That is why we crowd into the towns and cities; and the country grows 

more and more deserted every year。  In the sunlight … in the daytime; 

when Nature is alive and busy all around us; we like the open hill…sides 

and the deep woods well enough: but in the night; when our Mother Earth 

has gone to sleep; and left us waking; oh! the world seems so lonesome; 

and we get frightened; like children in a silent house。  Then we sit and 

sob; and long for the gas…lit streets; and the sound of human voices; and 

the answering throb of human life。  We feel so helpless and so little in 

the great stillness; when the dark trees rustle in the night…wind。  There 

are so many ghosts about; and their silent sighs make us feel so sad。  

Let us gather together in the great cities; and light huge bonfires of a 

million gas…jets; and shout and sing together; and feel brave。



Harris asked me if I'd ever been in the maze at Hampton Court。  He said 

he went in once to show somebody else the way。  He had studied it up in a 

map; and it was so simple that it seemed foolish … hardly worth the 

twopence charged for admission。  Harris said he thought that map must 

have been got up as a practical joke; because it wasn't a bit like the 

real thing; and only misleading。  It was a country cousin that Harris 

took in。  He said:



〃We'll just go in here; so that you can say you've been; but it's very 

simple。  It's absurd to call it a maze。  You keep on taking the first 

turning to the right。  We'll just walk round for ten minutes; and then go 

and get some lunch。〃



They met some people soon after they had got inside; who said they had 

been there for three…quarters of an hour; and had had about enough of it。  

Harris told them they could follow him; if they liked; he was just going 

in; and then should turn round and come out again。  They said it was very 

kind of him; and fell behind; and followed。



They picked up various other people who wanted to get it over; as they 

went along; until they had absorbed all the persons in the maze。  People 

who had given up all hopes of ever getting either in or out; or of ever 

seeing their home and friends again; plucked up courage at the sight of 

Harris and his party; and joined the procession; blessing him。  Harris 

said he should judge there must have been twenty people; following him; 

in all; and one woman with a baby; who had been there all the morning; 

insisted on taking his arm; for fear of losing him。



Harris kept on turning to the right; but it seemed a long way; and his 

cousin said he supposed it was a very big maze。



〃Oh; one of the largest in Europe;〃 said Harris。



〃Yes; it must be;〃 replied the cousin; 〃because we've walked a good two 

miles already。〃



Harris began to think it rather strange himself; but he held on until; at 

last; they passed the half of a penny bun on the ground that Harris's 

cousin swore he had noticed there seven minutes ago。  Harris said: 〃Oh; 

impossible!〃 but the woman with the baby said; 〃Not at all;〃 as she 

herself had taken it from the child; and thrown it down there; just 

before she met Harris。  She also added that she wished she never had met 

Harris; and expressed an opinion that he was an impostor。  That made 

Harris mad; and he produced his map; and explained his theory。



〃The map may be all right enough;〃 said one of the party; 〃if you know 

whereabouts in it we are now。〃



Harris didn't know; and suggested that the best thing to do would be to 

go back to the entrance; and begin again。  For the beginning again part 

of it there was not much enthusiasm; but with regard to the advisability 

of going back to the entrance there was complete unanimity; and so they 

turned; and trailed after Harris again; in the opposite direction。  About 

ten minutes more passed; and then they found themselves in the centre。



Harris thought at first of pretending that that was what he had been 

aiming at; but the crowd looked dangerous; and he decided to treat it as 

an accident。



Anyhow; they had got something to start from then。  They did know where 

they were; and the map was once more consulted; and the thing seemed 

simpler than ever; and off they started for the th
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