Old Aristotle, Long Ago, Laboured To Define Wherein
Consisted The Trait Known As Gentlemanliness; Others Will Have Puzzled
Since His Day, For We Have Bedaubed Ourselves With So Thick A Coating Of
Manner And Phrase That Many A Cad Will Pass For Something Better.
Well,
here is the test.
Unvarnish your man; make him drink, and listen. That
was my procedure with P. G. Esquire. I listened to his outpouring of
inanity and obscenity and, listening sympathetically, like some
compassionate family doctor, could not help asking myself: Is such a man
to be respected, even when sober? Be that as it may, he gave me to
understand why some folk are rightly afraid of exposing, under the
influence of drink, the bete humaine which lurks below their skin of
decency. His language would have terrified many people. Me it rejoiced.
I would not have missed that entertainment for worlds. He finally wanted
to have a fight, because I refused to accompany him to a certain place
of delights, the address of which - I might have given him a far better
one - had been scrawled on the back of a crumpled envelope by some
cabman. Unable to stand on his legs, what could he hope to do there?
Olevano
I have loafed into Olevano.
A thousand feet below my window, and far away, lies the gap between the
Alban and Volscian hills; veiled in mists, the Pontine marches extend
beyond, and further still - discernible only to the eye of faith - the
Tyrrhenian.
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