Memorials and Other Papers — Volume 1De Quincey, Thomas
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Memorials and Other Papers — Volume 1
De Quincey, Thomas
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Such was the house, such was the society, in which I now found myself;
and upon the whole I might describe myself as being, according to
the modern phrase, "in a false position." I had, for instance, a vast
superiority, as was to have been expected, in bookish attainments, and
in adroitness of logic; whilst, on the other hand, I was ridiculously
short-sighted or blind in all fields of ordinary human experience.
It must not be supposed that I regarded my own particular points of
superiority, or that I used them, with any vanity or view to present
advantages. On the contrary, I sickened over them, and labored to defeat
them. But in vain I sowed errors in my premises, or planted absurdities
in my assumptions. Vainly I tried such blunders as putting four terms
into a syllogism, which, as all the world knows, ought to run on three;
a tripod it ought to be, by all rules known to man, and, behold, I
forced it to become a quadruped. Upon my uncle's military haste,
and tumultuous energy in pressing his opinions, all such delicate
refinements were absolutely thrown away. With disgust _I_ saw, with
disgust _he_ saw, that too apparently the advantage lay with me in the
result; and, whilst I worked like a dragon to place myself in the wrong,
some fiend apparently so counterworked me, that eternally I was reminded
of the Manx half-pennies, which lately I had continually seen current in
North Wales, bearing for their heraldic distinction three human legs in
armor, but so placed in relation to each other that always one leg
is vertical and mounting guard on behalf of the other two, which,
therefore, are enabled to sprawl aloft in the air--in fact, to be as
absurdly negligent as they choose, relying upon their vigilant brother
below, and upon the written legend or motto, STABIT QUOCUNQUE JECERIS
(Stand it will upright, though you should fling it in any conceivable
direction). What gave another feature of distraction and incoherency to
my position was, that I still occupied the position of a reputed
boy, nay, a child, in the estimate of my audience, and of a child in
disgrace. Time enough had not passed since my elopement from school
to win for me, in minds so fresh from that remembrance, a station of
purification and assoilment. Oxford might avail to assoil me, and to
throw into a distant retrospect my boyish trespasses; but as yet Oxford
had not arrived. I committed, besides, a great fault in taking often a
tone of mock seriousness, when the detection of the playful extravagance
was left to the discernment or quick sympathy of the hearer; and I was
blind to the fact, that neither my mother nor my uncle was distinguished
by any natural liveliness of vision for the comic, or any toleration
for the extravagant. My mother, for example, had an awful sense of
conscientious fidelity in the payment of taxes. Many a respectable
family I have known that would privately have encouraged a smuggler,
and, in consequence, were beset continually by mock smugglers,
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