Literature and Life (Complete) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 661 pages of information about Literature and Life (Complete).

Literature and Life (Complete) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 661 pages of information about Literature and Life (Complete).

City and country are still so widely apart in every civilization that one can safely count upon a reciprocal strangeness in many every-day things.  For instance, in the country, when people break up house-keeping, they sell their household goods and gods, as they did in cities fifty or a hundred years ago; but now in cities they simply store them; and vast warehouses in all the principal towns have been devoted to their storage.  The warehouses are of all types, from dusty lofts over stores, and ammoniacal lofts over stables, to buildings offering acres of space, and carefully planned for the purpose.  They are more or less fire-proof, slow-burning, or briskly combustible, like the dwellings they have devastated.  But the modern tendency is to a type where flames do not destroy, nor moth corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal.  Such a warehouse is a city in itself, laid out in streets and avenues, with the private tenements on either hand duly numbered, and accessible only to the tenants or their order.  The aisles are concreted, the doors are iron, and the roofs are ceiled with iron; the whole place is heated by steam and lighted by electricity.  Behind the iron doors, which in the New York warehouses must number hundreds of thousands, and throughout all our other cities, millions, the furniture of a myriad households is stored—­the effects of people who have gone to Europe, or broken up house-keeping provisionally or definitively, or have died, or been divorced.  They are the dead bones of homes, or their ghosts, or their yet living bodies held in hypnotic trances; destined again in some future time to animate some house or flat anew.  In certain cases the spell lasts for many years, in others for a few, and in others yet it prolongs itself indefinitely.

I may mention the case of one owner whom I saw visiting the warehouse to take out the household stuff that had lain there a long fifteen years.  He had been all that while in Europe, expecting any day to come home and begin life again, in his own land.  That dream had passed, and now he was taking his stuff out of storage and shipping it to Italy.  I did not envy him his feelings as the parts of his long-dead past rose round him in formless resurrection.  It was not that they were all broken or defaced.  On the contrary, they were in a state of preservation far more heartbreaking than any decay.  In well-managed storage warehouses the things are handled with scrupulous care, and they are so packed into the appointed rooms that if not disturbed they could suffer little harm in fifteen or fifty years.  The places are wonderfully well kept, and if you will visit them, say in midwinter, after the fall influx of furniture has all been hidden away behind the iron doors of the several cells, you shall find their far-branching corridors scrupulously swept and dusted, and shall walk up and down their concrete length with some such sense of secure finality as you would experience in pacing the aisle of your family vault.

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