The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): CollectsTraubel, Horace
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The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): Collects
Traubel, Horace
American essays -- 20th century; Literature, Modern -- 20th century -- Periodicals
but their real names. They are called dangerous. But if it was not for
them nobody would be safe. They are called ugly. But if it was not for
them nobody would be graceful. They are called stupid. But if it was not
for them nobody would be enlightened. They are the eclipsed, the
obscured, the submerged. But if it was not for them nobody would be a
genius. And you sometimes speak of them as cowards. But if it was not
for them nobody would be brave. You repeat it often enough as a matter
of course that if it was not for the light there would be no shadow. Let
me say it once for all the other way. That if it was not for the shadow
there would be no light. I'm glad. I look everywhere. I discover no
hero. I look everywhere. I never fail to discover heroes. All the
engineers perished.
I dont know what it is: I dont know where it leads me: I go on
and on:
Whether along the common road or into the wilderness, I follow: I
go on and on:
The days are as mysterious as the nights: and the years: they
baffle me: I go on and on:
Something persuades me: something I like the feel of: it is
veiled but sure: I go on and on:
I dont know what it is: I dont know where it leads me: I go on
and on.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
What are you doing for the cause? Not for yourself. For all. Not to keep
yourself going. To keep the race going. What are you doing for to-morrow
that you didn't do yesterday for to-day? I dont say for what cause. I
say for any cause. I dont ask you what you are doing with tasks I might
set you. I ask what you are doing with tasks that you yourself set. I
know what you do in eating and working at your trade and sleeping at
night. You do that in order not to die. Everybody does that. I ask you
what you are doing in order to live. I know what you say. I read what
you write. I have heard your promises. But this is not enough. This
hardly tells me what I want to learn. I know what you do with what you
have to do. I want to know what you do with what you dont have to do. I
can see how your pay may make you think. I want to know how you make
your pay think. In short, I know what you do as a slave. What I want to
find out is what you do as a master. Did I say master? Yes. Master of
yourself. I never feel like accusing anybody. Like sitting in judgment
on anybody. Down in my heart I acknowledge the last compassion. Rather
anything than that I should forget your priority. Every man somehow
belongs first to himself. Do I say that? Yes. Then I say something more.
He also belongs first to the race. He stands for personality. There he's
for himself. He stands for service and progress. There he stands for the
race. I cant interpret his moods or his impulses. I can guess them. But
their interior purport is beyond the reach of my vision. That is why I
ask: What are you doing for the cause? And that is why I say: I shall
not say what cause. The cause has done everything for you. What are you
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