The head of a family is so now in something of a corporeal sense. From
him emanate all its actions; to him are responsible all its parts. Any
other member of it is as incapable of individual expression as is the
hand, or the foot, or the eye of man. Indeed, Confucian doctors of
divinity might appropriately administer psychically to the egoistic
the rebuke of the Western physician to the too self-analytic youth who,
finding that, after eating, his digestion failed to give him what he
considered its proper sensations, had come to consult the doctor as to
how it ought to feel. "Feel! young man," he was answered, "you ought
not to be aware that you have a digestion." So with them, a normally
constituted son knows not what it is to possess a spontaneity of his
own. Indeed, this very word "own," which so long ago in our own tongue
took to itself the symbol of possession, well exemplifies his dependent
state. China furnishes the most conspicuous instance of the want
of individual rights. A Chinese son cannot properly be said to own
anything. The title to the land he tills is vested absolutely in the
family, of which he is an undivided thirtieth, or what-not. Even the
administration of the property is not his, but resides in the family,
represented by its head. The outward symbols of ownership testify to the
fact. The bourns that mark the boundaries of the fields bear the names
of families, not of individuals. The family, as such, is the proprietor,
and its lands are cultivated and enjoyed in common by all the
constituents of the clan. In the tenure of its real estate, the Chinese
family much resembles the Russian Mir. But so far as his personal state
is concerned, the Chinese son outslaves the Slav. For he lives at home,
under the immediate control of the paternal will--in the most complete
of serfdoms, a filial one. Even existence becomes a communal affair.
From the family mansion, or set of mansions, in which all its members
dwell, to the family mausoleum, to which they will all eventually be
borne, a man makes his life journey in strict company with his kin.
A man's life is thus but an undivisible fraction of the family life. How
essentially so will appear from the following slight sketch of it.
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