Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
The clergyman walks from house to house all day all the year to give
people the comfort of good talk. The physician helps them mainly in the
same way, by healthy talk giving a right tone to the patient’s mind.
The dinner, the walk, the fireside, all have that for their main end.
See how Nature has secured the communication of knowledge. ’Tis certain
that money does not more burn in a boy’s pocket than a piece of news
burns in our memory until we can tell it. And, in higher activity of
mind, every new perception is attended with a thrill of pleasure, and
the imparting of it to others is also attended with pleasure. Thought
is the child of the intellect, and this child is conceived with joy and
born with joy.
Conversation is the laboratory and workshop of the student. The
affection or sympathy helps. The wish to speak to the want of another
mind assists to clear your own. A certain truth possesses us, which we
in all ways strive to utter. Every time we say a thing in conversation,
we get a mechanical advantage in detaching it well and delivery. I
prize the mechanics of conversation. ’Tis pulley and lever and screw.
To fairly disengage the mass, and send it jingling down, a good
boulder,--a block of quartz and gold, to be worked up at leisure in the
useful arts of life,--is a wonderful relief.
What are the best days in memory? Those in which we met a companion who
was truly such. How sweet those hours when the day was not long enough
to communicate and compare our intellectual jewels,--the favorite
passages of each book, the proud anecdotes of our heroes, the delicious
verses we had hoarded! What a motive had then our solitary days! How
the countenance of our friend still left some light after he had gone!
We remember the time when the best gift we could ask of fortune was
to fall in with a valuable companion in a ship’s cabin, or on a long
journey in the old stage-coach, where, each passenger being forced
to know every other, and other employments being out of question,
conversation naturally flowed, people became rapidly acquainted, and,
if well adapted, more intimate in a day than if they had been neighbors
for years.
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