To Fontdale sitting among her beautiful meadows we are borne swiftly
on. There we must tarry for the night, for I will not travel in the
dark when I can help it. I love it. There is no solitude in the
world, or at least I have never felt any, like standing alone in the
doorway of the rear car on a dark night, and rushing on through the
darkness,--darkness, darkness everywhere, and if one could be sure of
rushing on till daylight doth appear! But with the frightful and not
remote possibility of bringing up in a crash and being buried under a
general huddle, one prefers daylight. You may not be able to get out
of the huddle even by daylight; but you will at least know where you
are, if there is anything of you left. So at Fontdale, Halicarnassus
branches off temporarily on a business errand, and I stop for the night
a-cousining.
You object to this? Some people do. For my part, I like it. You say
you will not turn your own house or your friend's house into a hotel.
If people wish to see you, let them come and make a visit; if you wish
to see them, you will go and make them one; but this touch and
go,--what is it worth? O foolish Galatians! much every way. For don't
you see, supposing the people are people you don't like, how much
better it is to have them come and sleep or dine and be gone than to
have them before your face and eyes for a week? An ill that is
temporary is tolerable. You could entertain the Evil One himself, if
you were sure he would go away after dinner. The trouble about him is
not so much that he comes as that he won't go. He hangs around. If
you once open your door to him, there is no getting rid of him; and
some of his followers, it must be confessed, are just like him. You
must resist them both, or they will never flee. But if they do flee
after a day's tarry, do not complain. You protest against turning your
house into a hotel. Why, the hotelry is the least irksome part of the
whole business, when your guests are uninteresting. It is not the
supper or the bed that costs, but keeping people going after supper is
over and before bedtime is come. Never complain, if you have nothing
worse to do than to feed or house your guests for a day or an hour.
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