The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete
Meredith, George
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Fathers and sons -- Fiction
Adrian really bore the news he had heard with creditable
disinterestedness, and admirable repression of anything beneath the
dignity of a philosopher. When one has attained that felicitous point
of wisdom from which one sees all mankind to be fools, the diminutive
objects may make what new moves they please, one does not marvel at
them: their sedateness is as comical as their frolic, and their
frenzies more comical still. On this intellectual eminence the wise
youth had built his castle, and he had lived in it from an early
period. Astonishment never shook the foundations, nor did envy of
greater heights tempt him to relinquish the security of his stronghold,
for he saw none. Jugglers he saw running up ladders that overtopped
him, and air-balloons scaling the empyrean; but the former came
precipitately down again, and the latter were at the mercy of the
winds; while he remained tranquil on his solid unambitious ground,
fitting his morality to the laws, his conscience to his morality, his
comfort to his conscience. Not that voluntarily he cut himself off from
his fellows: on the contrary, his sole amusement was their society.
Alone he was rather dull, as a man who beholds but one thing must
naturally be. Study of the animated varieties of that one thing excited
him sufficiently to think life a pleasant play; and the faculties he
had forfeited to hold his elevated position he could serenely enjoy by
contemplation of them in others. Thus:—wonder at Master Richard’s
madness: though he himself did not experience it, he was eager to mark
the effect on his beloved relatives. As he carried along his vindictive
hunch of cake, he shaped out their different attitudes of amaze,
bewilderment, horror; passing by some personal chagrin in the prospect.
For his patron had projected a journey, commencing with Paris,
culminating on the Alps, and lapsing in Rome: a delightful journey to
show Richard the highways of History and tear him from the risk of
further ignoble fascinations, that his spirit might be altogether
bathed in freshness and revived. This had been planned during Richard’s
absence to surprise him.
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