A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIVJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIV
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"This is weary work. Three days have I been alone; without the
sight of any human face but that of the turnkey. How burdensome
becomes the weight of thought as each hour goes by! It presses
upon the brain as if a heavy stone were laid upon the head. What a
terrible thing is solitude, notwithstanding all that Zimmermann has
said of it--notwithstanding all that can be done to alleviate it! But
this is something more than solitude. Alexander Selkirk on his desert
island could change the scene, could vary the occupation every hour.
Now, he could go up the Blue Mountain, and gaze afar, 'the monarch of
all he surveyed.' Then he could wander down to the sea-shore, and send
hope and expectation forth on a voyage of discovery over the green
waters before his eyes, to see if ship or boat from the far native
land were winging its way like a bird towards his place of exile. Or
else memory, like a bark freighted with treasure, would touch the
land, and he would see the stores of other days, the joys, the loves,
the dreams of youth and manhood spread out upon the beach. He could
tame his wild birds or his free goats; he could plant or reap his
little field; he could garner or grind his corn. He was no worse in
fate than Eve-less Adam; and though it may not be good for man to be
alone, yet, when there is variety and occupation, the evil is but
small. Here, what is the variety? Four or five short steps from wall
to wall; the heavy door on one side; the high grated window on the
other. But yet, it might be worse. What a terrible thing solitary
confinement must be! Here the jailor comes in and speaks civilly; will
stop a minute or two to tell you what is going on without; will press
me to walk in the yard, and tell me it is quite airy and _cheerful_.
Cheerful! Good God, what a word in the stony heart of a prison! I
declare I should regard the man who could be cheerful in such a place
as ten times worse than even his crimes had made him. To be cheerful
here would be an aggravation of every offence--and yet, perhaps, I am
wrong. Cheerfulness in some men is constitutional.
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