Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of LifeDreiser, Theodore
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Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of Life
Dreiser, Theodore
American essays -- 20th century
One of the sanifying recourses in life is, of course, to fix one’s eye
on youth and note what it desires. Plainly, it is a fair expression of
the thing that creates it, the chemic mood of the biologic force, for
plainly it is closer to that which creates it. As the human or physical
machine ages and wears out it is prepared, and then only, to accept the
restraints and the equation which society, in order to maintain itself,
requires; but not before. In the main, youth blazes with non-equational
fires and it best represents that which makes it, the concocting chemic
impulses below or behind life. Is youth wrong? Then so is the life
impulse, for it builds youth freshly to its needs yearly, daily. The
physical laws which seem to govern the biologic impulse after it
expresses itself in the shape of youth, or man, and compels it for
purposes of social expression to submit to restraints and equation, is
another matter, inherent, perhaps, in the constitution of the universe
itself and not to be avoided by the biologic impulse or its creatures.
But this, as I have said before, does not provide us with _exact_ rules
for conducting ourselves here or how best to subdue or balance with
other things the enormous fires with which we sometimes find ourselves
lit. Better admit at once that hard-and-fast and cock-sure rules or laws
are of no avail, and trust to the crude accidents of life to caution
youth. A happy balance between the fires of youth and the fears and
chills of age may be desirable, but, freely admitting that, can it be
fixed by exact rule? We are inherent in some greater thing than
man--Nature Herself. Only She knows.
One thing is sure: we are not done with the conflict and amazing
super-impulses of sex, and are not likely to be soon. And if we were,
would life be the varied, fascinating, humorous, poetic, tragic thing we
see it to be? Suppose the moralists ruled, with their stiff and narrow
balance, and man accepted their quiescent dictates--then what? Contrast
it with some of the freer, more distinguished periods--Greece, Rome,
Italy during the Renaissance, France under the Louis, England under
Elizabeth and Charles II. Consider. I for one see no immediate solution,
and firmly believe there is none which does not end in complete mental
quiescence--balance or its equivalent, intellectual and emotional or
temperamental nothingness, decay and dissolution, with something not so
balanced and therefore alive, to supersede, if we are to have any form
of life at all.
SECRECY--ITS VALUE
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