The Way of All Flesh

第67章

Sohefellawayfromalloldfriendsexceptmyselfandthreeorfouroldintimatesofmyown,whowereassuretotaketohimashetothem,andwholikemyselfenjoyedgettingholdofayoungfreshmind。Ernestattendedtothekeepingofmyaccountbookswhenevertherewasanythingwhichcouldpossiblybeattendedto,whichthereseldomwas,andspentthegreaterpartoftherestofhistimeinaddingtothemanynotesandtentativeessayswhichhadalreadyaccumulatedinhisportfolios。Anyonewhowasusedtowritingcouldseeataglancethatliteraturewashisnaturaldevelopment,andI

waspleasedatseeinghimsettledowntoitsospontaneously。Iwaslesspleased,however,toobservethathewouldstilloccupyhimselfwithnonebutthemostserious,Ihadalmostsaidsolemn,subjects,justashenevercaredaboutanybutthemostseriouskindofmusic。

IsaidtohimonedaythattheveryslenderrewardwhichGodhadattachedtothepursuitofseriousinquirywasasufficientproofthatHedisapprovedofit,oratanyratethatHedidnotsetmuchstorebyitnorwishtoencourageit。

Hesaid:“Oh,don’ttalkaboutrewards。LookatMilton,whoonlygot5poundsfor’ParadiseLost。’“

“Andagreatdealtoomuch。”Irejoinedpromptly。“Iwouldhavegivenhimtwiceasmuchmyselfnottohavewrittenitatall。”

Ernestwasalittleshocked。“Atanyrate。”hesaidlaughingly,“I

don’twritepoetry。”

Thiswasacutatme,formyburlesqueswere,ofcourse,writteninrhyme。SoIdroppedthematter。

Afteratimehetookitintohisheadtore-openthequestionofhisgetting300poundsayearfordoing,ashesaid,absolutelynothing,andsaidhewouldtrytofindsomeemploymentwhichshouldbringhiminenoughtoliveupon。

Ilaughedatthisbutlethimalone。Hetriedandtriedveryhardforalongwhile,butIneedhardlysaywasunsuccessful。TheolderIgrow,themoreconvincedIbecomeofthefollyandcredulityofthepublic;butatthesametimetheharderdoIseeitistoimposeoneselfuponthatfollyandcredulity。

Hetriededitoraftereditorwitharticleafterarticle。Sometimesaneditorlistenedtohimandtoldhimtoleavehisarticles;healmostinvariably,however,hadthemreturnedtohimintheendwithapolitenotesayingthattheywerenotsuitedfortheparticularpapertowhichhehadsentthem。Andyetmanyoftheseveryarticlesappearedinhislaterworks,andnoonecomplainedofthem,notatleastonthescoreofbadliteraryworkmanship。“Isee。”hesaidtomeoneday,“thatdemandisveryimperious,andsupplymustbeverysuppliant。”

Once,indeed,theeditorofanimportantmonthlymagazineacceptedanarticlefromhim,andhethoughthehadnowgotafootingintheliteraryworld。Thearticlewastoappearinthenextissuebutone,andhewastoreceiveprooffromtheprintersinabouttendaysorafortnight;butweekafterweekpassedandtherewasnoproof;

monthaftermonthwentbyandtherewasstillnoroomforErnest’sarticle;atlengthafteraboutsixmonthstheeditoronemorningtoldhimthathehadfilledeverynumberofhisreviewforthenexttenmonths,butthathisarticleshoulddefinitelyappear。OnthisheinsistedonhavinghisMS。returnedtohim。

Sometimeshisarticleswereactuallypublished,andhefoundtheeditorhadeditedthemaccordingtohisownfancy,puttinginjokeswhichhethoughtwerefunny,orcuttingouttheverypassagewhichErnesthadconsideredthepointofthewholething,andthen,thoughthearticlesappeared,whenitcametopayingforthemitwasanothermatter,andheneversawhismoney。“Editors。”hesaidtomeonedayaboutthistime,“arelikethepe

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