platitudes, the often-killed sophistries that never die, come buzzing
and droning about me like a sluggish swarm of wasps, whose slow
deliberate stinging is more hard to bear than the quick keen stinging of
anger. Then the wasps, penetrating through my ears, swarm inside me;
there is a horrid buzzing in my brain, a portentous humming in my
breast; my small faculties are speedily routed, and disperse in blind
anguish, the implacable wasps droning out and away after them, and I am
left void, void; with hollow skull, empty heart, and a mortal sinking of
stomach; my whole being is but a thin shell charged with vacuity and
desperate craving; I expect every instant to collapse or explode. It is
but too certain that if anyone should then come to lead me off to an
asylum for idiots, or a Young Men’s Christian Association, or any
similar institution, I could not utter a single rational word to save
myself. And though all my faculties have left me, I cannot attempt to
leave the church; decorum, rigid and frigid, freezes me to my seat; I
stare stonily in unimaginable torture, feebly wondering whether the
sermon will outlast my sanity, or my sanity outlast the sermon. When at
length released, I am so utterly demoralised that I can but smoke
furiously, pour much beer and cram much dinner into my hollowness, and
so with swinish dozing hope to feel better by tea-time. Now, though in
order to fulfil the great duties you entrust to me, I have cheerfully
dared the Atlantic, and spent long days and perilous nights in railroad
cars, and would of course (were it indeed necessary) face unappalled
mere physical death and destruction, I really could not go on risking,
with the certainty of ere long losing, my whole small stock of brains;
especially as the loss of these would probably rather hinder than
further the performance of the said duties. For suppose me reduced to
permanent idiocy by church-going, become a mere brazen hollowness with a
riotous tongue like Cowper’s church-going bell; is it not most likely
that I would then turn true believer, renouncing and denouncing your
noble commission, even as you would renounce and denounce your imbecile
commissioner?
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