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16-is shakespeare dead-第2章

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utterly seriously; a little later still; lovingly; gratefully;

devotedly; finally:  fiercely; rabidly; uncompromisingly。  After

that I was welded to my faith; I was theoretically ready to die

for it; and I looked down with compassion not unmixed with scorn

upon everybody else's faith that didn't tally with mine。  That

faith; imposed upon me by self…interest in that ancient day;

remains my faith today; and in it I find comfort; solace; peace;

and never…failing joy。  You see how curiously theological it is。

The 〃rice Christian〃 of the Orient goes through the very same

steps; when he is after rice and the missionary is after HIM; he

goes for rice; and remains to worship。



Ealer did a lot of our 〃reasoning〃not to say substantially

all of it。  The slaves of his cult have a passion for calling it

by that large name。  We others do not call our inductions and

deductions and reductions by any name at all。  They show for

themselves what they are; and we can with tranquil confidence

leave the world to ennoble them with a title of its own choosing。



Now and then when Ealer had to stop to cough; I pulled my

induction…talents together and hove the controversial lead

myself:  always getting eight feet; eight and a half; often nine;

sometimes even quarter…less…twainas _I_ believed; but always

〃no bottom;〃 as HE said。



I got the best of him only once。  I prepared myself。  I

wrote out a passage from Shakespeareit may have been the very

one I quoted awhile ago; I don't rememberand riddled it with

his wild steamboatful interlardings。  When an unrisky opportunity

offered; one lovely summer day; when we had sounded and buoyed a

tangled patch of crossings known as Hell's Half Acre; and were

aboard again and he had sneaked the PENNSYLVANIA triumphantly

through it without once scraping sand; and the A。 T。 LACEY had

followed in our wake and got stuck; and he was feeling good; I

showed it to him。  It amused him。  I asked him to fire it off

READ it; read it; I diplomatically added; as only HE could read

dramatic poetry。  The compliment touched him where he lived。  He

did read it; read it with surpassing fire and spirit; read it as

it will never be read again; for HE know how to put the right

music into those thunderous interlardings and make them seem a

part of the text; make them sound as if they were bursting from

Shakespeare's own soul; each one of them a golden inspiration and

not to be left out without damage to the massed and magnificent

whole。



I waited a week; to let the incident fade; waited longer;

waited until he brought up for reasonings and vituperation my pet

position; my pet argument; the one which I was fondest of; the

one which I prized far above all others in my ammunition…wagon

to wit; that Shakespeare couldn't have written Shakespeare's

words; for the reason that the man who wrote them was limitlessly

familiar with the laws; and the law…courts; and law…proceedings;

and lawyer…talk; and lawyer…waysand if Shakespeare was

possessed of the infinitely divided star…dust that constituted

this vast wealth; HOW did he get it; and WHERE and WHEN?



〃From books。〃



From books!  That was always the idea。  I answered as my

readings of the champions of my side of the great controversy had

taught me to answer:  that a man can't handle glibly and easily

and comfortably and successfully the argot of a trade at which he

has not personally served。  He will make mistakes; he will not;

and cannot; get the trade…phrasings precisely and exactly right;

and the moment he departs; by even a shade; from a common trade…

form; the reader who has served that trade will know the writer

HASN'T。  Ealer would not be convinced; he said a man could learn

how to correctly handle the subtleties and mysteries and free…

masonries of ANY trade by careful reading and studying。  But when

I got him to read again the passage from Shakespeare with the

interlardings; he perceived; himself; that books couldn't teach a

student a bewildering multitude of pilot…phrases so thoroughly

and perfectly that he could talk them off in book and play or

conversation and make no mistake that a pilot would not

immediately discover。  It was a triumph for me。  He was silent

awhile; and I knew what was happeninghe was losing his temper。

And I knew he would presently close the session with the same old

argument that was always his stay and his support in time of

need; the same old argument; the one I couldn't answer; because I

dasn'tthe argument that I was an ass; and better shut up。  He

delivered it; and I obeyed。



O dear; how long ago it washow pathetically long ago!  And

here am I; old; forsaken; forlorn; and alone; arranging to get

that argument out of somebody again。



When a man has a passion for Shakespeare; it goes without

saying that he keeps company with other standard authors。  Ealer

always had several high…class books in the pilot…house; and he

read the same ones over and over again; and did not care to

change to newer and fresher ones。  He played well on the flute;

and greatly enjoyed hearing himself play。  So did I。  He had a

notion that a flute would keep its health better if you took it

apart when it was not standing a watch; and so; when it was not

on duty it took its rest; disjointed; on the compass…shelf under

the breastboard。  When the PENNSYLVANIA blew up and became a

drifting rack…heap freighted with wounded and dying poor souls

(my young brother Henry among them); pilot Brown had the watch

below; and was probably asleep and never knew what killed him;

but Ealer escaped unhurt。  He and his pilot…house were shot up

into the air; then they fell; and Ealer sank through the ragged

cavern where the hurricane…deck and the boiler…deck had been; and

landed in a nest of ruins on the main deck; on top of one of the

unexploded boilers; where he lay prone in a fog of scald and

deadly steam。  But not for long。  He did not lose his headlong

familiarity with danger had taught him to keep it; in any and all

emergencies。  He held his coat…lapels to his nose with one hand;

to keep out the steam; and scrabbled around with the other till

he found the joints of his flute; then he took measures to save

himself alive; and was successful。  I was not on board。  I had

been put ashore in New Orleans by Captain Klinenfelter。  The

reasonhowever; I have told all about it in the book called OLD

TIMES ON THE MISSISSIPPI; and it isn't important; anyway; it is

so long ago。





II



When I was a Sunday…school scholar; something more than

sixty years ago; I became interested in Satan; and wanted to find

out all I could about him。  I began to ask questions; but my

class…teacher; Mr。 Barclay; the stone…mason; was reluctant about

answering them; it seemed to me。  I was anxious to be praised for

turning my thoughts to serious subjects when there wasn't another

boy in the village who could be hired to do such a thing。  I was

greatly interested in the incident of Eve and the serpent; and

thought Eve's calmness was perfectly noble。  I asked Mr。 Barclay

if he had ever heard of another woman who; being approached by a

serpeant; would not excuse herself and break for the nearest

timber。  He did not answer my question; but rebuked me for

inquiring into matters above my age and comprehension。  I will

say for Mr。 Barclay that he was willing to tell me the facts of

Satan's history; but he stopped there:  he wouldn't allow any

discussion of them。



In the course of time we exhausted the facts。  There were

only five or six of them; you could set them all down on a

visiting…card。  I was disappointed。  I had been meditating a

biography; and was grieved to find that there were no materials。

I said as much; with the tears running down。  Mr。 Barclay's

sympathy and compassion were aroused; for he was a most kind and

gentle…spirited man; and he patted me on the head and cheered me

up by saying there was a whole vast ocean of materials!  I can

still feel the happy thrill which these blessed words shot

through me。



Then he began to bail out that ocean's riches for my

encouragement  and joy。  Like this:  it was 〃conjectured〃though

not establishedthat Satan was originally an angel in Heaven;

that he fell; that he rebelled; and brought on a war; that he was

defeated; and banished to perdition。  Also; 〃we have reason to

believe〃 that later he did so and so; that 〃we are warranted in

supposing〃 that at a subsequent time he traveled extensively;

seeking whom he might devour; that a couple of centuries

afterward; 〃as tradition instructs us;〃 he took up the cruel

trade of tempting people to their ruin; with vast and fearful

results; that by and by; 〃as the probabilities seem to indicate;〃

he may have done certain things; he might have done certain other

things; he must have done still other things。



And so on and so on。  We set down the five known facts by

themselves on a piece of paper; a
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