Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Emerson at Random


To go with Thoreau, now have this spanker. Have read into Emerson more before; he, like Whitman, makes me feel unhealthy. His sentences are so long and descriptive, and demanding on the eyes and/or lungs. But there is no doubt that he can lay a sentence, full of juice and teeth, and how seminal his goddamn healthy optimism feels. And he looks like he'd nut you before argue the coin toss. Such earnest nonsense...

I must fester now.

1. Is not that a just objection to much of our reading? It is a pusillanimous desertion of our work to gaze after our neighbours. It is peeping.

2. Art and luxury have early learned that they must work as enhancement and sequel to this original beauty. I am over-instructed for my return. Henceforth I shall be hard to please. I cannot go back to toys. I am grown expensive and sophisticated.

3. There is also benefit in brag, that the speaker is unconsciously expressing his own ideal. Humor him by all means, draw it all out, and hold him to it. Their culture generally enables the travelled English to avoid any ridiculous extremes of this self-pleasing, and to give it an agreeable air.

4. For the steady wrongheadedness of one perverse person irritates the best: since we must withstand absurdity. Hence all the dozen inmates are soon perverted, with whatever virtues and industries they have, into contradictors, accusers, explainers, and repairers of this one malefactor; like a boat about to be overset, or a carriage run away with,- not only the foolish pilot or driver, but everybody on board is forced to assume strange and ridiculous attitudes, to balance the vehicle and prevent the upsetting.

5. When the spirit is not master of the world, then it is its dupe. Yet the little man takes the great hoax so innocently, works in it so headlong and believing, is born red, and dies gray, arranging his toilet, attending on his own health, laying traps for sweet food and strong wine, setting his heart on a horse or a rifle, made happy with a little gossip or a little praise, that the great soul cannot choose but laugh at such earnest nonsense.

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