书城公版WHAT IS MAN
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Even when _I_ do it it comes out prettier than it does in Simplified Spelling.Yes, and in the Simplified it costs one hundred and twenty-three pen-strokes to write it, whereas in the phonographic it costs only twenty-nine.

[Figure 9] is probably [Figure 10].

Let us hope so, anyway.

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IS SHAKESPEARE DEAD?

(from My Autobiography)

Scattered here and there through the stacks of unpublished manuscript which constitute this formidable Autobiography and Diary of mine, certain chapters will in some distant future be found which deal with "Claimants"--claimants historically notorious: Satan, Claimant; the Golden Calf, Claimant; the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, Claimant; Louis XVII., Claimant;William Shakespeare, Claimant; Arthur Orton, Claimant; Mary Baker G.Eddy, Claimant--and the rest of them.Eminent Claimants, successful Claimants, defeated Claimants, royal Claimants, pleb Claimants, showy Claimants, shabby Claimants, revered Claimants, despised Claimants, twinkle star-like here and there and yonder through the mists of history and legend and tradition--and, oh, all the darling tribe are clothed in mystery and romance, and we read about them with deep interest and discuss them with loving sympathy or with rancorous resentment, according to which side we hitch ourselves to.It has always been so with the human race.

There was never a Claimant that couldn't get a hearing, nor one that couldn't accumulate a rapturous following, no matter how flimsy and apparently unauthentic his claim might be.Arthur Orton's claim that he was the lost Tichborne baronet come to life again was as flimsy as Mrs.Eddy's that she wrote SCIENCE ANDHEALTH from the direct dictation of the Deity; yet in England nearly forty years ago Orton had a huge army of devotees and incorrigible adherents, many of whom remained stubbornly unconvinced after their fat god had been proven an impostor and jailed as a perjurer, and today Mrs.Eddy's following is not only immense, but is daily augmenting in numbers and enthusiasm.

Orton had many fine and educated minds among his adherents, Mrs.

Eddy has had the like among hers from the beginning.Her Church is as well equipped in those particulars as is any other Church.

Claimants can always count upon a following, it doesn't matter who they are, nor what they claim, nor whether they come with documents or without.It was always so.Down out of the long-vanished past, across the abyss of the ages, if you listen, you can still hear the believing multitudes shouting for Perkin Warbeck and Lambert Simnel.

A friend has sent me a new book, from England--THESHAKESPEARE PROBLEM RESTATED--well restated and closely reasoned;and my fifty years' interest in that matter--asleep for the last three years--is excited once more.It is an interest which was born of Delia Bacon's book--away back in the ancient day--1857, or maybe 1856.About a year later my pilot-master, Bixby, transferred me from his own steamboat to the PENNSYLVANIA, and placed me under the orders and instructions of George Ealer--dead now, these many, many years.I steered for him a good many months--as was the humble duty of the pilot-apprentice: stood a daylight watch and spun the wheel under the severe superintendence and correction of the master.He was a prime chess-player and an idolater of Shakespeare.He would play chess with anybody; even with me, and it cost his official dignity something to do that.Also--quite uninvited--he would read Shakespeare to me; not just casually, but by the hour, when it was his watch and I was steering.He read well, but not profitably for me, because he constantly injected commands into the text.That broke it all up, mixed it all up, tangled it all up--to that degree, in fact, that if we were in a risky and difficult piece of river an ignorant person couldn't have told, sometimes, which observations were Shakespeare's and which were Ealer's.For instance:

What man dare, _I_ dare!

Approach thou WHAT are you laying in the leads for? what a hell of an idea! like the rugged ease her off a little, ease her off! rugged Russian bear, the armed rhinoceros or the THERE she goes! meet her, meet her! didn't you KNOW she'd smell the reef if you crowded in like that? Hyrcan tiger; take any ship but that and my firm nerves she'll be in the WOODS the first you know!

stop he starboard! come ahead strong on the larboard! back the starboard!...NOW then, you're all right; come ahead on the starboard; straighten up and go 'long, never tremble: or be alive again, and dare me to the desert DAMNATION can't you keep away from that greasy water? pull her down! snatch her! snatch her baldheaded! with thy sword; if trembling I inhabit then, lay in the leads!--no, only with the starboard one, leave the other alone, protest me the baby of a girl.Hence horrible shadow!

eight bells--that watchman's asleep again, I reckon, go down and call Brown yourself, unreal mockery, hence!

He certainly was a good reader, and splendidly thrilling and stormy and tragic, but it was a damage to me, because I have never since been able to read Shakespeare in a calm and sane way.

I cannot rid it of his explosive interlardings, they break in everywhere with their irrelevant, "What in hell are you up to NOW! pull her down! more! MORE!--there now, steady as you go,"and the other disorganizing interruptions that were always leaping from his mouth.When I read Shakespeare now I can hear them as plainly as I did in that long-departed time--fifty-one years ago.I never regarded Ealer's readings as educational.

Indeed, they were a detriment to me.

His contributions to the text seldom improved it, but barring that detail he was a good reader; I can say that much for him.He did not use the book, and did not need to; he knew his Shakespeare as well as Euclid ever knew his multiplication table.

Did he have something to say--this Shakespeare-adoring Mississippi pilot--anent Delia Bacon's book?