The Memoirs of a Failure: with an Account of the Man and His ManuscriptKittredge, Daniel Wright
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The Memoirs of a Failure: with an Account of the Man and His Manuscript
Kittredge, Daniel Wright
Failure (Psychology) -- Fiction; Harvard University -- Fiction; University of Virginia -- Fiction
I translate the word “Armpit” literally which is used by the natives
in addressing their ruler, wishing, as I suppose, to signify either
that his arms are more beautifully rounded and developed than those of
his subjects, or that the shoulders are more lofty and are on a higher
plane than the rest of the body. His Grace motioned to the eunuch to
cease the spraying of perfume and the dropping of clover juice that he
might acknowledge my salutation.
“You speak of being here on a relief expedition,” quoth he; “whom,
pray, are you to relieve?”
“Myself,” said I, for I had found on previous visits that the surest
means of flattering His Royal Axilla was by depreciating my own
countrymen. But this time it seems I was mistaken.
“I take it that you are a failure in your native land,” quoth the
ruler, “for those who are failures are usually ‘bored’, to use your
tongue. Is it not so, thou parasite of the warm ocean land?”
“True it is, O Excelsior,” I replied, “but my failure is due not to me;
it is the fault of----” Here he cut me short with an interruption:
“Those who are failures,” quoth he, “ever place the cause of their
failure upon others, while those who attain success always accredit it
to themselves.”
I thanked His Majesty for these kind words of wisdom, and was about to
take my departure when he asked me if I had seen the new instrument
of punishment which he had just had erected. Upon my replying in the
negative, he said that I could obtain a good view of it from one of
the windows in the royal bed-chamber, and that as he himself was going
thither to take his two o’clock siesta, he would gladly show it to me
in person. I thanked him with many encomiums upon his hospitality, and
we proceeded to his sleeping apartments.
Upon our arrival at the entrance to his bed-chamber, I noticed that
the windows were screened by a series of reflectors, making a curious
olio of lights, and there were strips of tapestry in many gradations of
color and tone effects. To my query as to the purpose of these massive
reflectors of light, the Excelsior replied that he deemed it to be very
bad for the nervous system to awake suddenly, saying that this theory
is supported by the fact that in a true state of nature one is awakened
gradually from sleep by the slow transition from darkness to light.
Accordingly, he produced by the arrangement of these reflectors an
effect similar to that of dawn, and he could thus be awakened gradually
at any hour of the day or night.
“The old-fashioned method of letting up blinds or throwing open
shutters,” quoth he, “and thereby admitting a sudden influx of bright
light is most injurious to the optic nerves and leaves the mind in a
drowsy and dazed condition. My optician, whom I have had with me for
two decades, agrees with me in this theory. And my invention overcomes
these deleterious effects of a sudden awakening.”
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