the idle thoughts of an idle fellow[1].(一个浪子的随想)-第11章
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out on dirty days and walk about for hours without getting a speck upon
themselves； while if I go across the road I come back a perfect disgrace to
be seen （as in my boyish days my poor dear mother tried often to tell me）。
If there were only one dab of mud to be found in the whole of London； I
am convinced I should carry it off from all competitors。
I wish I could return the affection； but I fear I never shall be able to。 I
have a horror of what they call the 〃London particular。〃 I feel miserable
and muggy all through a dirty day； and it is quite a relief to pull one's
clothes off and get into bed； out of the way of it all。 Everything goes
wrong in wet weather。 I don't know how it is； but there always seem to me
to be more people； and dogs； and perambulators； and cabs； and carts about
in wet weather than at any other time； and they all get in your way more；
and everybody is so disagreeableexcept myselfand it does make me so
wild。 And then； too； somehow I always find myself carrying more things
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in wet weather than in dry； and when you have a bag； and three parcels；
and a newspaper； and it suddenly comes on to rain； you can't open your
umbrella。
Which reminds me of another phase of the weather that I can't bear；
and that is April weather （so called because it always comes in May）。
Poets think it very nice。 As it does not know its own mind five minutes
together； they liken it to a woman； and it is supposed to be very charming
on that account。 I don't appreciate it； myself。 Such lightning…change
business may be all very agreeable in a girl。 It is no doubt highly
delightful to have to do with a person who grins one moment about
nothing at all； and snivels the next for precisely the same cause； and who
then giggles； and then sulks； and who is rude； and affectionate； and bad…
tempered； and jolly； and boisterous； and silent； and passionate； and cold；
and stand…offish； and flopping； all in one minute （mind； I don't say this。 It
is those poets。 And they are supposed to be connoisseurs of this sort of
thing）； but in the weather the disadvantages of the system are more
apparent。 A woman's tears do not make one wet； but the rain does； and her
coldness does not lay the foundations of asthma and rheumatism； as the
east wind is apt to。 I can prepare for and put up with a regularly bad day；
but these ha'porth…of…all…sorts kind of days do not suit me。 It aggravates
me to see a bright blue sky above me when I am walking along wet
through； and there is something so exasperating about the way the sun
comes out smiling after a drenching shower； and seems to say： 〃Lord love
you； you don't mean to say you're wet？ Well； I am surprised。 Why； it was
only my fun。〃
They don't give you time to open or shut your umbrella in an English
April； especially if it is an 〃automaton〃 onethe umbrella； I mean； not the
April。
I bought an 〃automaton〃 once in April； and I did have a time with it！ I
wanted an umbrella； and I went into a shop in the Strand and told them so；
and they said：
〃Yes； sir。 What sort of an umbrella would you like？〃
I said I should like one that would keep the rain off； and that would not
allow itself to be left behind in a railway carriage。
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〃Try an 'automaton；'〃 said the shopman。
〃What's an 'automaton'？〃 said I。
〃Oh； it's a beautiful arrangement；〃 replied the man； with a touch of
enthusiasm。 〃It opens and shuts itself。〃
I bought one and found that he was quite correct。 It did open and shut
itself。 I had no control over it whatever。 When it began to rain； which it did
that season every alternate five minutes； I used to try and get the machine
to open； but it would not budge； and then I used to stand and struggle with
the wretched thing； and shake it； and swear at it； while the rain poured
down in torrents。 Then the moment the rain ceased the absurd thing would
go up suddenly with a jerk and would not come down again； and I had to
walk about under a bright blue sky； with an umbrella over my head；
wishing that it would come on to rain again； so that it might not seem that
I was insane。
When it did shut it did so unexpectedly and knocked one's hat off。
I don't know why it should be so； but it is an undeniable fact that there
is nothing makes a man look so supremely ridiculous as losing his hat。 The
feeling of helpless misery that shoots down one's back on suddenly
becoming aware that one's head is bare is among the most bitter ills that
flesh is heir to。 And then there is the wild chase after it； accompanied by
an excitable small dog； who thinks it is a game； and in the course of which
you are certain to upset three or four innocent childrento say nothing of
their mothersbutt a fat old gentleman on to the top of a perambulator；
and carom off a ladies' seminary into the arms of a wet sweep。
After this； the idiotic hilarity of the spectators and the disreputable
appearance of the hat when recovered appear but of minor importance。
Altogether； what between March winds； April showers； and the entire
absence of May flowers； spring is not a success in cities。 It is all very well
in the country； as I have said； but in towns whose population is anything
over ten thousand it most certainly ought to be abolished。 In the world's
grim workshops it is like the childrenout of place。 Neither shows to
advantage amid the dust and din。 It seems so sad to see the little dirt…
grimed brats try to play in the noisy courts and muddy streets。 Poor little
uncared…for； unwanted human atoms； they are not children。 Children are
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bright…eyed； chubby； and shy。 These are dingy； screeching elves； their tiny
faces seared and withered； their baby laughter cracked and hoarse。
The spring of life and the spring of the year were alike meant to be
cradled in the green lap of nature。 To us in the town spring brings but its
cold winds and drizzling rains。 We must seek it among the leafless woods
and the brambly lanes； on the heathy moors and the great still hills； if we
want to feel its joyous breath and hear its silent voices。 There is a glorious
freshness in the spring there。 The scurrying clouds； the open bleakness； the
rushing wind； and the clear bright air thrill one with vague energies and
hopes。 Life； like the landscape around us； seems bigger； and wider； and
freera rainbow road leading to unknown ends。 Through the silvery rents
that bar the sky we seem to catch a glimpse of the great hope and grandeur
that lies around this little throbbing world； and a breath of its scent is
wafted us on the wings of the wild March wind。
Strange thoughts we do not understand are stirring in our hearts。
Voices are calling us to some great effort； to some mighty work。 But we do
not comprehend their meaning yet； and the hidden echoes within us that
would reply are struggling； inarticulate and dumb。
We stretch our hands like children to the light； seeking to grasp we
know not what。 Our thoughts； like the boys' thoughts in the Danish song；
are very long； long thoughts； and very vague； we cannot see their end。
It must be so。 All thoughts that peer outside this narrow world cannot
be else than dim and shapeless。 The thoughts that we can clearly grasp are
very little thoughtsthat two and two make four…that when we are hungry
it is pleasant to eatthat honesty is the best policy； all greater thoughts are
undefined and vast to our poor childish brains。 We see but dimly through
the mists that roll around our time…girt isle of life； and only hear the distant
surging of the great sea beyond。
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ON CATS AND DOGS。
What I've suffered from them this morning no tongue can tell。 It began
with Gustavus Adolphus。 Gustavus Adolphus （they call him 〃Gusty〃
down…stairs for short） is a very good sort of dog when he is in the middle
of a large field or on a fairly extensive common； but I won't have him
indoors。 He means well； but this house is not his size。 He stretches himself；
and over go two chairs and a what…not。 He wags his tail； and the room
looks as if a devastating army had marched through it。 He breathes； and it
puts the fire out。
At dinner…time he creeps in under the table； lies there for awhile； and
then gets up suddenly； the first intimation we have of his movements
being given by the table； which appears animated by a desire to turn
somersaults。 We all clutch at it frantically and endeavor to maintain it in a
horizontal position； whereupon his struggles； he being under the
impression that some wicked conspiracy is being hatched against him；
become fearful； and the final picture presented is generally that of an
overturned table and a smashed…up dinner sandwiched between two
sprawling layers of infuriated men and women。
He came in this morning in his usual style； which he appears to have
founded on that of an American cyclone； and the first thing he did was to
sweep my coffee…cup off the table with his tail； sending the contents full
into the middle of my waistcoat。
I rose from my chair hurriedly and remarking 〃；〃 approached him at
a rapid rate。 He preceded me in the direction of the door。 At the door he
met Eliza coming in with eggs。 Eliza observed 〃Ugh！〃 and sat down on the
floor； the eggs took up different positions about the carpet； where they
spread themselves out； and Gustavus Adolphus left the room。 I called after
him； strongly advising him to go straight do
