第17章 Chapter 8(2)
Inherited ideas are a curious thing,and interesting to observe and examine.I had mine,the king and his people had theirs.In both cases they flowed in ruts worn deep by time and habit,and the man who should have proposed to divert them by reason and argument would have had a long contract on his hands.For instance,those people had inherited the idea that all men without title and a long pedigree,whether they had great natural gifts and acquirements or hadn't,were creatures of no more consideration than so many animals,bugs,insects;whereas I had inherited the idea that human daws who can consent to masquerade in the peacock-shams of inherited dignities and unearned titles,are of no good but to be laughed at.The way I was looked upon was odd,but it was natural.You know how the keeper and the public regard the elephant in the menagerie:well,that is the idea.They are full of admiration of his vast bulk and his prodigious strength;they speak with pride of the fact that he can do a hundred marvels which are far and away beyond their own powers;and they speak with the same pride of the fact that in his wrath he is able to drive a thousand men before him.But does that make him one of THEM?No;the raggedest tramp in the pit would smile at the idea.He couldn't comprehend it;couldn't take it in;couldn't in any remote way conceive of it.Well,to the king,the nobles,and all the nation,down to the very slaves and tramps,I was just that kind of an elephant,and nothing more.I was admired,also feared;but it was as an animal is admired and feared.The animal is not reverenced,neither was I;I was not even respected.I had no pedigree,no inherited title;so in the king's and nobles'eyes I was mere dirt;the people regarded me with wonder and awe,but there was no reverence mixed with it;through the force of inherited ideas they were not able to conceive of anything being entitled to that except pedigree and lordship.There you see the hand of that awful power,the Roman Catholic Church.In two or three little centuries it had converted a nation of men to a nation of worms.Before the day of the Church's supremacy in the world,men were men,and held their heads up,and had a man's pride and spirit and independence;and what of greatness and position a person got,he got mainly by achievement,not by birth.But then the Church came to the front,with an axe to grind;and she was wise,subtle,and knew more than one way to skin a cat --or a nation;she invented "divine right of kings,"and propped it all around,brick by brick,with the Beatitudes --wrenching them from their good purpose to make them fortify an evil one;she preached (to the commoner)humility,obedience to superiors,the beauty of self-sacrifice;she preached (to the commoner)meekness under insult;preached (still to the commoner,always to the commoner)patience,meanness of spirit,non-resistance under oppression;and she introduced heritable ranks and aristocracies,and taught all the Christian populations of the earth to bow down to them and worship them.
Even down to my birth-century that poison was still in the blood of Christendom,and the best of English commoners was still content to see his inferiors impudently continuing to hold a number of positions,such as lordships and the throne,to which the grotesque laws of his country did not allow him to aspire;in fact,he was not merely contented with this strange condition of things,he was even able to persuade himself that he was proud of it.
It seems to show that there isn't anything you can't stand,if you are only born and bred to it.Of course that taint,that reverence for rank and title,had been in our American blood,too --I know that;but when I left America it had disappeared --at least to all intents and purposes.
The remnant of it was restricted to the dudes and dudesses.When a disease has worked its way down to that level,it may fairly be said to be out of the system.
But to return to my anomalous position in King Arthur's kingdom.Here I was,a giant among pigmies,a man among children,a master intelligence among intellectual moles:by all rational measurement the one and only actually great man in that whole British world;and yet there and then,just as in the remote England of my birth-time,the sheep-witted earl who could claim long descent from a king's leman,acquired at second-hand from the slums of London,was a better man than I was.Such a personage was fawned upon in Arthur's realm and reverently looked up to by everybody,even though his dispositions were as mean as his intelligence,and his morals as base as his lineage.There were times when HE could sit down in the king's presence,but I couldn't.I could have got a title easily enough,and that would have raised me a large step in everybody's eyes;even in the king's,the giver of it.But I didn't ask for it;and I declined it when it was offered.I couldn't have enjoyed such a thing with my notions;and it wouldn't have been fair,anyway,because as far back as I could go,our tribe had always been short of the bar sinister.I couldn't have felt really and satisfactorily fine and proud and set-up over any title except one that should come from the nation itself,the only legitimate source;and such an one I hoped to win;and in the course of years of honest and honorable endeavor,I did win it and did wear it with a high and clean pride.This title fell casually from the lips of a blacksmith,one day,in a village,was caught up as a happy thought and tossed from mouth to mouth with a laugh and an affirmative vote;in ten days it had swept the kingdom,and was become as familiar as the king's name.I was never known by any other designation afterward,whether in the nation's talk or in grave debate upon matters of state at the council-board of the sovereign.
This title,translated into modern speech,would be THE BOSS.Elected by the nation.That suited me.And it was a pretty high title.There were very few THE'S,and I was one of them.If you spoke of the duke,or the earl,or the bishop,how could anybody tell which one you meant?But if you spoke of The King or The Queen or The Boss,it was different.
Well,I liked the king,and as king I respected him --respected the office;at least respected it as much as I was capable of respecting any unearned supremacy;but as MEN I looked down upon him and his nobles --privately.And he and they liked me,and respected my office;but as an animal,without birth or sham title,they looked down upon me --and were not particularly private about it,either.I didn't charge for my opinion about them,and they didn't charge for their opinion about me:the account was square,the books balanced,everybody was satisfied.