第9章

"Homo animal querulum cupide suis incumbens miseriis." I wonder where that comes from.I found it once in Charron, quoted without reference, and it has often been in my mind--a dreary truth, well worded.At least, it was a truth for me during many a long year.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self-compassion; in cases numberless, this it must be that saves from suicide.For some there is great relief in talking about their miseries, but such gossips lack the profound solace of misery nursed in silent brooding.Happily, the trick with me has never been retrospective; indeed, it was never, even with regard to instant suffering, a habit so deeply rooted as to become a mastering vice.

I knew my own weakness when I yielded to it; I despised myself when it brought me comfort; I could laugh scornfully, even "cupide meis incumbens miseriis." And now, thanks be to the unknown power which rules us, my past has buried its dead.More than that; I can accept with sober cheerfulness the necessity of all I lived through.So it was to be; so it was.For this did Nature shape me; with what purpose, I shall never know; but, in the sequence of things eternal, this was my place.

Could I have achieved so much philosophy if, as I ever feared, the closing years of my life had passed in helpless indigence? Should Inot have sunk into lowest depths of querulous self-pity, grovelling there with eyes obstinately averted from the light above?