CHAPTER XIV: STORIES AND STORY-TELLING
(From STRATH NAVER)
We have had a drought for three weeks. During a whole week this northern
strath has been as sunny as the Riviera is expected to be. The streams
can be crossed dry-shod, kelts are plunging in the pools, but even kelts
will not look at a fly. Now, by way of a pleasant change, an icy north
wind is blowing, with gusts of snow, not snow enough to swell the loch
that feeds the river, but just enough snow (as the tourist said of the
water in the River Styx) "to swear by," or at! _The Field_ announces
that a duke, who rents three rods on a neighbouring river, has not yet
caught one salmon. The acrimoniously democratic mind may take comfort in
that intelligence, but, if the weather will not improve for a duke, it is
not likely to change for a mere person of letters. Thus the devotee of
the Muses is driven back, by stress of climate, upon literature, and as
there is nothing in the lodge to read he is compelled to write.
Now certainly one would not lack material, if only one were capable of
the art of fiction. The genesis of novels and stories is a topic little
studied, but I am inclined to believe that, like the pearls in the
mussels of the river, fiction is a beautiful disease of the brain.
Something, an incident or an experience, or a reflection, gets imbedded,
incrusted, in the properly constituted mind, and becomes the nucleus of a
pearl of romance. Mr. Marion Crawford, in a recent work, describes his
hero, who is a novelist, at work. This young gentleman, by a series of
faults or misfortunes, has himself become a centre of harrowing emotion.
Two young ladies, to each of whom he has been betrothed, are weeping out
their eyes for him, or are kneeling to heaven with despairing cries, or
are hardening their hearts to marry men for whom they "do not care a
bawbee." The hero's aunt has committed a crime; everybody, in fact, is
in despair, when an idea occurs to the hero. Indifferent to the sorrows
of his nearest and dearest, he sits down with his notion and writes a
novel--writes like a person possessed.
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