The Glory of Clementina Wing — John Locke — John Shaqi
The Glory of Clementina Wing
John Locke · en
The tale of these successive misfortunes can only be briefly narrated;
for to examine in detail the train of circumstances which led up to
them, and the intricate nexus of human motive in which they were
complicated would be foreign to the purpose of this chronicle. Except
passively or negatively, perhaps, Quixtus had no hand in their
happening. As in the case of Job the thunderbolts fell from a cloudless
sky. His moral character was blameless, his position as assured, his
life as happy as the patriarch’s. He had done no man harm all his days,
and he had no cause to fear evil from any quarter. A tithe or more of
his goods he gave in generous charity; and not only did he not proclaim
the fact aloud like the Pharisee, but never mentioned the matter to
himself—for the simple reason that keeping no accounts of his
expenditure he had not the remotest notion of the amount of his
eleemosynary expenses. You would have far to go to meet a man more free
from petty-mindedness or vanity than Ephraim Quixtus. He was mild,
urbane, and for all his scholarly reading, palæolithic knowledge, and
wide travel, singularly modest. If you contradicted him, instead of
asserting himself, as most men do, with increased vigour, he forthwith
put back to find, if possible, the flaw in his own argument. When
complimented on his undoubted attainments, he always sought to
depreciate them. The achievement of others, even in his own special
department of learning, moved his generous admiration. Yet he had one
extraordinary vanity—which made him fall short of the perfection of his
prototype in the land of Uz—the doctorial title which he possessed by
virtue of his Ph.D. degree from the University of Heidelberg. Through
signing his articles in learned publications “Ephraim Quixtus, Ph.D.,”
his brethren among the learned who rent him respectfully to pieces in
other learned publications, invariably alluded to him as Dr. Quixtus.
Through being thus styled by his brethren both in print and
conversation, he began to give his name as Dr. Quixtus to the stentorian
functionary at the doors of banquets and receptions of the learned, and
derived infinite gratification from hearing it loudly proclaimed to all
assembled. From that to announcing himself as “Dr. Quixtus” to the
parlour-maid or butler in the homes of the worldly was but a step.