Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 3, September 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 3, September 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
This latter form seemed to please him the best:—perhaps because it
involved less risk; for Dammit had become excessively parsimonious. Had
any one taken him up, his head was small, and thus his loss would be
small too. But these are my own reflections, and I am by no means sure
that I am right in attributing them to him. At all events, the phrase in
question grew daily in favor, notwithstanding the gross impropriety of a
man’s betting his brains like bank-notes:—but this was a point which my
friend’s perversity of disposition would not permit him to comprehend.
In the end, he abandoned all other forms of wager, and gave himself up
to “_I’ll bet you my head_,” with a pertinacity and exclusiveness of
devotion that displeased not less than it surprised me. I am always
displeased by circumstances for which I cannot account. Mysteries force
a man to think, and so injure his health. The truth is, there was
something in _the air_ with which Mr. Dammit was wont to give utterance
to his offensive expression—something in his _manner_ of
enunciation—which at first interested, and afterwards made me very
uneasy—something which, for want of a more definite term at present, I
must be permitted to call _queer_; but which Mr. Coleridge would have
called mystical, Mr. Kant pantheistical, Mr. Carlisle twistical, and Mr.
Emerson hyper-fizzitistical. I began not to like it at all. Mr. Dammit’s
soul was in a perilous state. I resolved to bring all my eloquence into
play to save it. I vowed to serve him as Saint Patrick, in the Irish
chronicle, is said to have served the snakes and toads when he “awakened
them to a sense of their situation.” I addressed myself to the task
forthwith. Once more I betook myself to remonstrance. Again I collected
my energies for a final attempt at expostulation.
When I had made an end of my lecture Mr. Dammit indulged himself in some
very equivocal behavior. For some moments he remained silent, merely
looking me inquisitively in the face. But presently he threw his head to
one side, and elevated his eyebrows to great extent. Then he spread out
the palms of his hands and shrugged up his shoulders. Then he winked
with the right eye. Then he repeated the operation with his left. Then
he shut them both up very tight, as if he was trying to crack nuts
between the lids. Then he opened them both so very wide that I became
seriously alarmed for the consequences. Then, applying his thumb to his
nose, he thought proper to make an indescribable movement with the rest
of his fingers. Finally, setting his arms a-kimbo, he condescended to
reply.
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