Butler, Samuel, 1835-1902 -- Notebooks, sketchbooks, etc.
As regards general good-fortune, I am nearly fifty-five years old and for
the last thirty years have never been laid up with illness nor had any
physical pain that I can remember, not even toothache. Except sometimes,
when a little over-driven, I have had uninterrupted good health ever
since I was about five-and-twenty.
Of mental suffering I have had my share—as who has not?—but most of what
I have suffered has been, though I did not think so at the time, either
imaginary, or unnecessary and, so far, it has been soon forgotten. It
has been much less than it very easily might have been if the luck had
not now and again gone with me, and probably I have suffered less than
most people, take it all round. Like every one else, however, I have the
scars of old wounds; very few of these wounds were caused by anything
which was essential in the nature of things; most, if not all of them,
have been due to faults of heart and head on my own part and on that of
others which, one would have thought, might have been easily avoided if
in practice it had not turned out otherwise.
For many years I was in a good deal of money difficulty, but since my
father’s death I have had no trouble on this score—greatly otherwise.
Even when things were at their worst, I never missed my two months’
summer Italian trip since 1876, except one year and then I went to Mont
St. Michel and enjoyed it very much. It was those Italian trips that
enabled me to weather the storm. At other times I am engrossed with work
that fascinates me. I am surrounded by people to whom I am attached and
who like me in return so far as I can judge. In Alfred [his clerk and
attendant] I have the best body-guard and the most engaging of any man in
London. I live quietly but happily. And if this is being ill-used I
should like to know what being well-used is.
I do not deny, however, that I have been ill-used. I have been used
abominably. The positive amount of good or ill fortune, however, is not
the test of either the one or the other; the true measure lies in the
relative proportion of each and the way in which they have been
distributed, and by this I claim, after deducting all bad luck, to be
left with a large balance of good.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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