The story of Don Miff : $b as told by his friend John Bouche Whacker: a symphony of lifeDabney, Virginius
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The story of Don Miff : $b as told by his friend John Bouche Whacker: a symphony of life
Dabney, Virginius
Richmond (Va.) -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Yes, those were his very words! And Alice acknowledges that he made the
one recorded above (though I see he has denied it). Such is ever the
ruin wrought by love, even in the mind of a philosopher.
“By the way,” said Alice, as she stood with her feet upon the gunwale of
the Argo, ready to spring, “in the rather mixed metaphors of honest Sam,
which of us was the fish and which the hook? ‘Porpoise,’” quoted she,
laughing, “I trust I don’t remind you of one?”
Charley, who stood in the sand, held one of Alice’s hands in each of his
with a degree of pressure entirely incommensurate with the necessities
of equilibrium: “✻ ✻ ✻ ✻ ✻” sang he, with a rapt and fatuous smile. “✻ ✻
✻ ✻ ✻ ✻ ✻ Absence of wings ✻ ✻ ✻ vision ✻ ✻ ✻ ✻ eyes beheld.” For, upon
my word, the reader must not expect me to transcribe more than a word,
here and there, of such jargon.
Yet, though my tongue be harsh, I do not in my heart blame Charley; for
Alice, at all times a pretty girl, was, just at this moment, as she
stood above him with the dark sky for a background, radiantly beautiful
in his eyes. And more,—
She looked beautiful on purpose.
I repeat it,—she did it on purpose.
And here, though it is abhorrent to all my art-instincts to break the
current of my story with anything like a thought, original or
selected,—though I have promised the reader to place before him a
succession of pictures merely, without even adding, _This is Daniel_,
and, _These are the Lions!_—I feel that I have used an expression
requiring an explanation. That explanation I cannot give save through
the medium of what—disguise it how I will—wears the semblance of a
thought.
Buckle, in his “History of Civilization in England,” lays it down that
no man can write history without a knowledge of the physical sciences.
Now it is equally true that no one can discuss human nature
scientifically without an acquaintance with zoology. It is Darwin and
the naturalists who have opened up this new field of inquiry; and
Comparative Zoological Nature has now become as needful a study to the
playwright and novelist as Comparative Anatomy is to the physiologist.
For my own part, whenever I would know whether a certain proposition be
true of man, I first inquire if it holds good as to the lower
animals,—to speak as a man; and in the course of my desultory
investigations on this line I have stumbled upon sundry valuable truths.
Among the convictions which I have reached in this way is the one which
led me to say just now that our pretty little Alice, perched upon the
gunwale of the Argo, bethought her of making poor Charley crazy with
love, by simply looking very, very beautiful; and did so look
accordingly, then and there. Of the mere fact there can be no doubt,
since I have Charley’s word for that. [Fact. _C. F._] [Goose! _A. F._]
[Who? _J. B. W._] But a scientific explanation of the phenomenon can be
given only by a student of Comparative Zoological Nature.
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