In spite of all this they have a keen sense of the enjoyment consequent
upon what they call being “well.” They admire mental health and love it
in other people, and take all the pains they can (consistently with
their other duties) to secure it for themselves. They have an extreme
dislike to marrying into what they consider unhealthy families. They
send for the straightener at once whenever they have been guilty of
anything seriously flagitious—often even if they think that they are on
the point of committing it; and though his remedies are sometimes
exceedingly painful, involving close confinement for weeks, and in some
cases the most cruel physical tortures, I never heard of a reasonable
Erewhonian refusing to do what his straightener told him, any more than
of a reasonable Englishman refusing to undergo even the most frightful
operation, if his doctors told him it was necessary.
We in England never shrink from telling our doctor what is the matter
with us merely through the fear that he will hurt us. We let him do his
worst upon us, and stand it without a murmur, because we are not
scouted for being ill, and because we know that the doctor is doing his
best to cure us, and that he can judge of our case better than we can;
but we should conceal all illness if we were treated as the Erewhonians
are when they have anything the matter with them; we should do the same
as with moral and intellectual diseases,—we should feign health with
the most consummate art, till we were found out, and should hate a
single flogging given in the way of mere punishment more than the
amputation of a limb, if it were kindly and courteously performed from
a wish to help us out of our difficulty, and with the full
consciousness on the part of the doctor that it was only by an accident
of constitution that he was not in the like plight himself. So the
Erewhonians take a flogging once a week, and a diet of bread and water
for two or three months together, whenever their straightener
recommends it.
I do not suppose that even my host, on having swindled a confiding
widow out of the whole of her property, was put to more actual
suffering than a man will readily undergo at the hands of an English
doctor. And yet he must have had a very bad time of it. The sounds I
heard were sufficient to show that his pain was exquisite, but he never
shrank from undergoing it. He was quite sure that it did him good; and
I think he was right. I cannot believe that that man will ever embezzle
money again. He may—but it will be a long time before he does so.
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