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Peacock, Thomas Love
English fiction -- 19th century; Orangutans -- Fiction; Satire
_Mr. Forester._ The multiplication of diseases, the diminution of
strength, and the contraction of the term of existence, keep pace with
the diminution of the stature of men. The mortality of a manufacturing
town, compared with that of a mountain village, is more than three to
one, which clearly shows the evil effects of the departure from natural
life, and of the coacervation of multitudes within the narrow precincts
of cities, where the breath of so many animals, and the exhalations from
the dead, the dying, and corrupted things of all kinds, make the air
little better than a slow poison, and so offensive as to be perceptible
to the sense of those who are not accustomed to it; for the wandering
Arabs will smell a town at the distance of several leagues. And in this
country the cottagers who are driven by the avarice of landlords and
great tenants to seek a subsistence in towns, are very soon destroyed by
the change.[93] And this hiving of human beings is not the only evil
effect of commerce, which tends also to keep up a constant circulation
of the elements of destruction, and to make the vices and diseases of
one country the vices and diseases of all.[94] Thus, with every
extension of our intercourse with distant lands, we bring home some new
seed of death; and how many we leave as vestiges of our visitation, let
the South Sea Islanders testify. Consider, too, the frightful
consequences of the consumption of spirituous liquors: a practice so
destructive, that if all the devils were again to be assembled in
Pandemonium to contrive the ruin of the human species, nothing so
mischievous could be devised by them;[95] but which it is considered
politic to encourage, according to our method of raising money on the
vices of the people.[96] When these and many other causes of destruction
are considered, it would be wonderful indeed if every new generation
were not, as all experience proves that it is, smaller, weaker, more
diseased, and more miserable than the preceding.
_Mr. Fax._ Do you find, in the progress of science and the rapid
diffusion of intellectual light, no counterpoise to this mass of
physical calamity, even admitting it to exist in the extent you suppose?
_Mr. Forester._ Without such a counterpoise the condition of human
nature would be desperate indeed. The intellectual, as I have often
observed to you, are nourished at the expense of the animal faculties.
_Mr. Fax._ You cannot, then, conceive the existence of _mens sana in
corpore sano_?
_Mr. Forester._ Scarcely in the present state of human degeneracy: at
best in a very limited sense.
_Mr. Fax._ Nevertheless you do, nay, you must acknowledge that the
intellectual, which is the better part of human nature, is in a progress
of rapid improvement, continually enlarging its views and multiplying
its acquisitions.
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