The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne : a Novel — John Locke — John Shaqi
The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne : a Novel
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I fixed myself to work to-day. After all, I am not an idler. I earn my
right to live. When I publish my History the world will be the richer by
_something_, poor though it may be. I vow I have been more greatly,
more nobly employed of late years, than I was when I earned my living
at school-slavery teaching to children the most useless, the most
disastrous, the most soul-cramping branch of knowledge wherewith
pedagogues in their insensate folly have crippled the minds and
blasted the lives of thousands of their fellow-creatures--elementary
mathematics. There is no more reason for any human being on God’s
earth to be acquainted with the Binomial Theorem or the Solution of
Triangles--unless he is a professional scientist, when he can begin
to specialise in mathematics at the same age as the lawyer begins to
specialise in law or the surgeon in anatomy--than for him to be an
expert in Choctaw, the Cabala or the Book of Mormon. I look back with
feelings of shame and degradation to the days when, for the sake of a
crust of bread, I prostituted my intelligence to wasting the precious
hours of impressionable childhood, which could have been filled with
so many beautiful and meaningful things, over this utterly futile and
inhuman subject. It trains the mind--it teaches boys to think, they say.
It doesn’t. In reality it is a cut and dried subject easy to fit into a
school curriculum. Its sacrosanctity saves educationalists an enormous
amount of trouble, and its chief use is to enable mindless young men
from the universities to make a dishonest living by teaching it to
others, who in their turn may teach it to a future generation.
I am mad to-night--why have I indulged in this diatribe against
mathematics? I must find some vent, I suppose. I see now. I was
saying that I earned my right to live, that I am not an idler. I cling
strenuously to the claim. A man cannot command respect, even his own, by
the mere reason of his _vie sentimentale_. And, after what I have done
to-day, I must force my claim to the respect which on other grounds I
have forfeited.