my mark twain-第5部分
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obtrude the fact upon you; but if it were in the way of personal history
he would not dream of withholding it; far less of hiding it。
He was the readiest of men to allow an error if he were found in it。 In
one of our walks about Hartford; when he was in the first fine flush of
his agnosticism; be declared that Christianity had done nothing to
improve morals and conditions; and that the world under the highest pagan
civilization was as well off as it was under the highest Christian
influences。 I happened to be fresh from the reading of Charles Loring
Brace's 'Gesta Christi'; or; 'History of Humane Progress'; and I could
offer him abundant proofs that he was wrong。 He did not like that
evidently; but he instantly gave way; saying be had not known those
things。 Later be was more tolerant in his denials of Christianity; but
just then he was feeling his freedom from it; and rejoicing in having
broken what he felt to have been the shackles of belief worn so long。
He greatly admired Robert Ingersoll; whom he called an angelic orator;
and regarded as an evangel of a new gospelthe gospel of free thought。;
He took the warmest interest in the newspaper controversy raging at the
time as to the existence of a hell; when the noes carried the day; I
suppose that no enemy of perdition was more pleased。 He still loved his
old friend and pastor; Mr。 Twichell; but he no longer went to hear him
preach his sage and beautiful sermons; and was; I think; thereby the
greater loser。 Long before that I had asked him if he went regularly to
church; and he groaned out: 〃Oh yes; I go。 It 'most kills me; but I go;〃
and I did not need his telling me to understand that he went because his
wife wished it。 He did tell me; after they both ceased to go; that it
had finally come to her saying; 〃Well; if you are to be lost; I want to
be lost with you。〃 He could accept that willingness for supreme
sacrifice and exult in it because of the supreme truth as he saw it。
After they had both ceased to be formal Christians; she was still grieved
by his denial of immortality; so grieved that he resolved upon one of
those heroic lies; which for love's sake he held above even the truth;
and he went to her; saying that he had been thinking the whole matter
over; and now he was convinced that the soul did live after death。 It
was too late。 Her keen vision pierced through his ruse; as it did when
he brought the doctor who had diagnosticated her case as organic disease
of the heart; and; after making him go over the facts of it again with
her; made him declare it merely functional。
To make an end of these records as to Clemens's beliefs; so far as I knew
them; I should say that he never went back to anything like faith in the
Christian theology; or in the notion of life after death; or in a
conscious divinity。 It is best to be honest in this matter; he would
have hated anything else; and I do not believe that the truth in it can
hurt any one。 At one period he argued that there must have been a cause;
a conscious source of things; that the universe could not have come by
chance。 I have heard also that in his last hours or moments he said; or
his dearest ones hoped he had said; something about meeting again。 But
the expression; of which they could not be certain; was of the vaguest;
and it was perhaps addressed to their tenderness out of his tenderness。
All his expressions to me were of a courageous; renunciation of any hope
of living again; or elsewhere seeing those he had lost。 He suffered
terribly in their loss; and he was not fool enough to try ignoring his
grief。 He knew that for this there were but two medicines; that it would
wear itself out with the years; and that meanwhile there was nothing for
it but those respites in which the mourner forgets himself in slumber。
I remember that in a black hour of my own when I was called down to see
him; as he thought from sleep; he said with an infinite; an exquisite
compassion; 〃Oh; did I wake you; did I wake; you?〃 Nothing more; but the
look; the voice; were everything; and while I live they cannot pass from
my sense。
IX。
He was the most caressing of men in his pity; but he had the fine
instinct; which would have pleased Lowell; of never putting his hands on
youfine; delicate hands; with taper fingers; and pink nails; like a
girl's; and sensitively quivering in moments of emotion; he did not paw
you with them to show his affection; as so many of us Americans are apt
to do。 Among the half…dozen; or half…hundred; personalities that each of
us becomes; I should say that Clemens's central and final personality was
something exquisite。 His casual acquaintance might know him; perhaps;
from his fierce intensity; his wild pleasure in shocking people with his
ribaldries and profanities; or from the mere need of loosing his
rebellious spirit in that way; as anything but exquisite; and yet that
was what in the last analysis he was。 They might come away loathing or
hating him; but one could not know him well without realizing him the
most serious; the most humane; the most conscientious of men。 He was
Southwestern; and born amid the oppression of a race that had no rights
as against ours; but I never saw a man more regardful of negroes。 He had
a yellow butler when I first began to know him; because he said he could
not bear to order a white man about; but the terms of his ordering George
were those of the softest entreaty which command ever wore。 He loved to
rely upon George; who was such a broken reed in some things; though so
stanch in others; and the fervent Republican in politics that Clemens
then liked him to be。 He could interpret Clemens's meaning to the public
without conveying his mood; and could render his roughest answer smooth
to the person denied his presence。 His general instructions were that
this presence was to be denied all but personal friends; but the soft
heart of George was sometimes touched by importunity; and once he came up
into the billiard…room saying that Mr。 Smith wished to see Clemens。 Upon
inquiry; Mr。 Smith developed no ties of friendship; and Clemens said;
〃You go and tell Mr。 Smith that I wouldn't come down to see the Twelve
Apostles。〃 George turned from the threshold where he had kept himself;
and framed a paraphrase of this message which apparently sent Mr。 Smith
away content with himself and all the rest of the world。
The part of him that was Western in his Southwestern origin Clemens kept
to the end; but he was the most desouthernized Southerner I ever knew。
No man more perfectly sensed and more entirely abhorred slavery; and no
one has ever poured such scorn upon the second…hand; Walter…Scotticized;
pseudo…chivalry of the Southern ideal。 He held himself responsible for
the wrong which the white race had done the black race in slavery; and he
explained; in paying the way of a negro student through Yale; that he was
doing it as his part of the reparation due from every white to every
black man。 He said he had never seen this student; nor ever wished to
see him or know his name; it was quite enough that he was a negro。 About
that time a colored cadet was expelled from West Point for some point of
conduct 〃unbecoming an officer and gentleman;〃 and there was the usual
shabby philosophy in a portion of the press to the effect that a negro
could never feel the claim of honor。 The man was fifteen parts white;
but; 〃Oh yes;〃 Clemens said; with bitter irony; 〃it was that one part
black that undid him。〃 It made him a 〃nigger〃 and incapable of being a
gentleman。 It was to blame for the whole thing。 The fifteen parts white
were guiltless。
Clemens was entirely satisfied with the result of the Civil War; and he
was eager to have its facts and meanings brought out at once in history。
He ridiculed the notion; held by many; that 〃it was not yet time〃 to
philosophize the events of the great struggle; that we must 〃wait till
its passions had cooled;〃 and 〃the clouds of strife had cleared away。〃
He maintained that the time would never come when we should see its
motives and men and deeds more clearly; and that now; now; was the hour
to ascertain them in lasting verity。 Picturesquely and dramatically he
portrayed the imbecility of deferring the inquiry at any point to the
distance of future years when inevitably the facts would begin to put on
fable。
He had powers of sarcasm and a relentless rancor in his contempt which
those who knew him best appreciated most。 The late Noah Brooks; who had
been in California at the beginning of Clemens's career; and had
witnessed the effect of his ridicule before he had learned to temper it;
once said to me that he would rather have any one else in the world down
on him than Mark Twain。 But as Clemens grew older he grew more merciful;
not to the wrong; but to the men who were in it。 The wrong was often the
source of his wildest drolling。 He considered it in such hopelessness of
ever doing it justice that his despair broke in laughter。
X。
I go back to that house in Hartford; where I was so often a happy guest;
with tenderness for each of its endearing aspects。 Over the chimney in
the library which had been cured of smoking by so much art and science;
Clemens had written in perennial brass the words of Emerson; 〃The
ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it;〃 and he gave his
guests a welcome of the simplest and sweetest cordiality: but I must not
go aside to them from my recollections of him; which will be of
sufficient garrulity; if I give them as fully as I wish。 The windows of
the library looked northward from the hillside above which the house
stood; and over the little valley with the stream in it; and they showed
the leaves of the trees that almost brushed them as in a Claude Lorraine
glass。 To the eastward the dining…room opened amply; and to the south
there was a wide hall; where the voices of friends made themselves heard
as they entered without ceremony and answered his joyous hail。 At the
west was a little semicircular conservatory of a pattern invented by Mrs。
Harriet Beecher Stowe; and adopted in most of the houses of her kindly
neighborhood。 The plants were set in the grou