Chapter 21 Volume 3 Obsession Chapter 1 My Heart Is My Kingdom

In Clem.On Yeobright's face, his future typical face can be seen faintly.If we say that there will be a classical period of art in the future, then Phidias [Note: Ancient Greek Athenian sculptor in that period. 】Perhaps such a face could be sculpted.During the evolution of early civilizations, there was a strong passion for survival, but now they regard life as a matter that has to be dealt with. This view will eventually be completely integrated into the constitution of the evolved race. Facial expression will be accepted as a new artistic starting point.It has been felt that a man is too far removed from modern consciousness if life does not disturb him, leave no marks on his face, or show in him the slightest sign of a preoccupation with himself. It is hardly a modern man.The beautiful male body, which was the pride of man in his youth, is now almost out of fashion, and we wonder at some point whether the beautiful female body will not become equally out of fashion.

The fact seems to be that, over the centuries, the illusion has been disillusioned and the Greek view of life (or whatever it is called) has been changed forever.The Greeks were only guesswork, we already know it well; their Aeschylus 】Things imagined, our infants have already felt.As we reveal the flaws in the laws of nature, and see the predicament into which human beings have been brought by their own actions, the old-fashioned revelry, in general, becomes less and less impossible. The features of the face of the future idealist of this new understanding will probably be very similar to those of Yeobright.The reason why the eyes of onlookers are attracted is not because of his picturesque face, but because he sees his face as a page with rich connotations; Attracted by the engraved expression.From the point of view of symbolism, his face is very attractive, as if the inner ordinary voice is made very attractive by language, and as if the inner very simple typeface is made very interesting in writing.

There's always been an expectation of him since he was a kid.Except for this, everything else seems very confusing.He may succeed in an original way, or he may fall completely in an original way, and both possibilities seem to exist equally.But one thing is absolutely certain, that is, he will not be confined to the environment in which he was born. Because of this, when a neighboring farmer happened to mention his name, the listeners would ask, er, Clem.Yeobright, what is he doing now?The very natural question people ask when talking about a person is, what is he doing?It just felt like, unlike most of us, he wasn't not doing something special anymore.There is also the vague impression that he must be dabbling in some special kind of business, either good or bad.And the sincere hope is that he will do well.Privately, he believed he was going to screw things up.Five or half a dozen comfortable businessmen who drove by in their carts were regulars at the Ladies' Shop, and probably half of them were talking about this topic.In fact, though they were not inhabitants of the Moor of Eden, it was always the subject of conversation when they looked out at the Moor from their windows, smoking their long clay pipes.Since childhood, Clem had had an indissoluble bond with the wilderness, so when anyone saw it, it was impossible not to think of him.So it's always been said over and over again that it would be very good for him if he made a fortune and became famous; Good subject for a man who tells about it.

In fact, Yeobright's fame spread to embarrassing proportions even before he left his hometown.It's a bad thing if your fame outweighs your wealth, Spanish Jesuit Gracian [Note: Spanish philosopher, writer. ] So said.At the age of six, Yeobright asked a biblical question: Who was the first person to wear trousers?So from the edge of the wilderness came a sound of praise.By the age of seven, without watercolors, he painted the Battle of Waterloo using lilac petals and raspberry juice.And so by the age of twelve he was known within at least two miles as an artist and a scholar.A man who is famous at a distance of three or four thousand yards, and another whose fame, under the same circumstances, only reaches a distance of six or eight hundred yards, must have his way.Perhaps Clem's fame, like Homer's, was in some way due to the accidents of his situation, but he was famous anyway.

He grew up and was helped out to make a living.Fate can play tricks, and it made Clive [Note: British general, once served as Governor of Bangladesh and Commander-in-Chief of the British Army in India. ] From being a clerk as the beginning of his career, Jean Guy [Note: British poet, playwright. ] Started as a linen retailer, Jean Keats [Note: British Romantic poet. ] began as a doctor, and thousands have begun their careers in a thousand queer professions, leaving the barren and barren wastelands for a profession aimed at self-indulgence and ostentatious display . The details of how he chose this profession need not be repeated.After his father's death, a kindly promise from a neighboring gentleman to lead the boy into a business got him sent to Bell's Mouth.Yeobright didn't want to be there, but that was all there was to get started.Then he went to London, and not long after that to Paris, where he has remained ever since.

People always had expectations for him, so before he stayed at home for a long time, great curiosity began to show on the wasteland: why he stayed at home for so long.A period of time has passed for a normal holiday, but he still hasn't left.On the Sunday of Thomasy's wedding week, everyone had their hair cut in front of the Fairways' house, and the subject was discussed.The locals always have their hair cut at this hour on Sunday, and then the residents take their Sunday solemn bath at noon, and an hour later it is their turn to solemnly change into their Sunday clothes.In Eden Moor, Sunday doesn't officially start until lunchtime, but even then it doesn't count as a complete Sunday.

These Sunday morning haircuts were always done by Fareway, and his subjects took off their coats and sat on a wood-block in front of the house, while the neighbors gathered around and chattered indifferently. Watching the cut strands of hair blowing up with the wind, flying in all directions in the sky, out of sight.This is true no matter whether it is summer or winter, unless the wind blows more violently than usual. In this case, the wooden pier will be moved a few feet and placed near the corner of the house.Anyone who complained that it was too cold to sit outside with a bare head and no coat while Faherway was telling the stories of what had happened in the ups and downs of the scissors was instantly called unmanly.If one of those barber tools makes a nick under your ear, or a wooden comb pulls a gash in your neck, and you shriek and yell, and the muscles in your face twitch, people think it's a gross misconduct. Behavior, because you have to know that Fareway does all this for free.On a Sunday afternoon, if someone has a bloodstain on the back of his head, he can explain it like this, you know, I got a haircut today.

They saw Yeobright walking leisurely across the moor, and this led to the discussion about the young man. A man wouldn't sit here for two or three weeks with nothing to do if he was doing well outside, said Fairway.He's got some tricks in his head again, just take my word for it. Well, he can't open a diamond shop here.Sam said. I don't know why he brought home these two heavy boxes if he wasn't going to stay forever; God only knows what he wants to do here. Before any further speculations could be expressed, Yeobright approached; seeing the group of men waiting for a haircut, he turned and walked towards them.He strode forward, stared critically at their faces for a moment, then said without making any preface, Well, folks, let me guess what you've been talking about just now.

Hey, of course, you can guess.Sam said. You are talking about me. Why, otherwise I would not have said that anyhow, said Fairway frankly, but since you have mentioned it, Master Yeobright, I must admit we were talking about you just now.We all can't figure out why you're hanging around like this when you've made such a name for yourself in that contraption business, that's all. I'll tell you, said Yeobright, with a tone of earnestness that no one else expected.I don't regret the opportunity at all.I came home because, after some careful consideration, I felt that I might not be so useless here as I was elsewhere.But that's what I just discovered recently.When I first left home, I didn't think this place was worth the trouble.I thought our life here was so insignificant.For instance, is there anything more ridiculous than to polish boots with oil instead of black shoe polish, or to dust clothes with a broom instead of a brush?

That's the way it is, that's the way it is! No, no you are wrong, that is not the case. Sorry, we thought you meant that. Alas, after my opinion changed, my career became very dull.I found that I was trying to be like people who were totally different from me.I am trying to throw one life away for another, and this life is no better than the one I knew before.It's just something different. That is, seeing is different.Fareway said. Yes, Paris must be a charming place, said Humphrey.Magnificent windows, wind music playing, gongs and drums blaring; but here, it is windy and rainy all day when we go out.

No, you misunderstood me, said Clem earnestly.This kind of life is really very depressing.But it never occurred to me that my work was more depressing than anything else, so empty and so boring that one could never do anything more grotesque.All this made me decide: I would give up this life, and try to pursue a more rational occupation among those I knew best, to whom I was most useful.I went home and that's what I wanted to do to make my plan come true.I am going to start a school as near as possible to Eden Moor, so that I can walk back and run an evening school at my mother's house.But at first I had to study for a while to get the qualifications I needed.Well folks, I have to go. Clem walked across the wasteland again. There was no way in the world that he could pull off this plan, Fayway said.In a few weeks he'll learn to see things differently. The young man has a good heart, said another, but, as far as I'm concerned, I think he'd better go about his business.