All Things Considered eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 212 pages of information about All Things Considered.
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All Things Considered eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 212 pages of information about All Things Considered.

I feel an almost savage envy on hearing that London has been flooded in my absence, while I am in the mere country.  My own Battersea has been, I understand, particularly favoured as a meeting of the waters.  Battersea was already, as I need hardly say, the most beautiful of human localities.  Now that it has the additional splendour of great sheets of water, there must be something quite incomparable in the landscape (or waterscape) of my own romantic town.  Battersea must be a vision of Venice.  The boat that brought the meat from the butcher’s must have shot along those lanes of rippling silver with the strange smoothness of the gondola.  The greengrocer who brought cabbages to the corner of the Latchmere Road must have leant upon the oar with the unearthly grace of the gondolier.  There is nothing so perfectly poetical as an island; and when a district is flooded it becomes an archipelago.

Some consider such romantic views of flood or fire slightly lacking in reality.  But really this romantic view of such inconveniences is quite as practical as the other.  The true optimist who sees in such things an opportunity for enjoyment is quite as logical and much more sensible than the ordinary “Indignant Ratepayer” who sees in them an opportunity for grumbling.  Real pain, as in the case of being burnt at Smithfield or having a toothache, is a positive thing; it can be supported, but scarcely enjoyed.  But, after all, our toothaches are the exception, and as for being burnt at Smithfield, it only happens to us at the very longest intervals.  And most of the inconveniences that make men swear or women cry are really sentimental or imaginative inconveniences—­things altogether of the mind.  For instance, we often hear grown-up people complaining of having to hang about a railway station and wait for a train.  Did you ever hear a small boy complain of having to hang about a railway station and wait for a train?  No; for to him to be inside a railway station is to be inside a cavern of wonder and a palace of poetical pleasures.  Because to him the red light and the green light on the signal are like a new sun and a new moon.  Because to him when the wooden arm of the signal falls down suddenly, it is as if a great king had thrown down his staff as a signal and started a shrieking tournament of trains.  I myself am of little boys’ habit in this matter.  They also serve who only stand and wait for the two fifteen.  Their meditations may be full of rich and fruitful things.  Many of the most purple hours of my life have been passed at Clapham Junction, which is now, I suppose, under water.  I have been there in many moods so fixed and mystical that the water might well have come up to my waist before I noticed it particularly.  But in the case of all such annoyances, as I have said, everything depends upon the emotional point of view.  You can safely apply the test to almost every one of the things that are currently talked of as the typical nuisance of daily life.

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