II

Memory pulls me up, and out of some moments of doubt, the suspicion emerges

that all I am writing here was read by me somewhere: but it was not in our

original declaration of faith, for I never saw it, not having attended the

presentation of the testimonial. Where, then? In the newspapers that quoted

from the original document? Written out by whom? By Witt or by MacColl,

excellent writers both? But being a writer myself, I am called upon to do

my own writing.... Newspapers are transitory things--a good reason for

writing out the story afresh; and there is still another reason for writing

it out--my reasons for dedicating this book to you. We must have reasons

always, else we pass for unreasonable beings, and a better reason for

dedicating a book to you than mine, I am fain to believe, will never be

found by anybody in search of a reason for his actions. My name is among

the signatories to the document that I have called 'our declaration of

faith'; and having committed myself thus fully to your critical judgment,

it seems to me that for the completion of the harmony a dedication is

necessary. A fair share of reasons I am setting forth for this act of mine,

every one of them valid, and the most valid of all my reason for choosing

this book, _A Mummer's Wife_, to dedicate to you, is your own

commendation of it the other night when you said to me that no book of mine

in your opinion was more likely to 'live'! To live for five-and-twenty

years is as long an immortality as anyone should set his heart on; for who

would wish to be chattered about by the people that will live in these

islands three hundred years hence? We should not understand them nor they

us. Avaunt, therefore, all legendary immortalities, and let us be content,

Ross, to be remembered by our friends, and, perhaps, to have our names

passed on by disciples to another generation! A fair and natural

immortality this is; let us share it together. Our bark lies in the

harbour: you tell me the spars are sound, and the seams have been caulked;

the bark, you say, is seaworthy and will outlive any of the little storms

that she may meet on the voyage--a better craft is not to be found in my

little fleet. You said yesterevening across the hearthrug, '_Esther

Waters_ speaks out of a deeper appreciation of life;' but you added: 'In

_A Mummer's Wife_ there is a youthful imagination and a young man's

exuberance on coming into his own for the first time, and this is a

quality--'No doubt it is a quality, Ross; but what kind of quality? You did

not finish your sentence, or I have forgotten it. Let me finish it for

you--'that outweighs all other qualities' But does it? I am interpreting

you badly. You would not commit yourself to so crude an opinion, and I am

prepared to believe that I did not catch the words as they fell from your

lips. All I can recall for certain of the pleasant moment when, you were

considering which of my works you liked the best are stray words that may

be arranged here into a sentence which, though it does not represent your

critical judgments accurately, may be accepted by you. You said your

thoughts went more frequently to _A Mummer's Wife_ than to _Esther

Waters_; and I am almost sure something was said about the earlier book

being a more spontaneous issue of the imagination, and that the wandering

life of the mummers gives an old-world, adventurous air to the book,

reminding you of _The Golden Ass_--a book I read last year, and found

in it so many remembrances of myself that I fell to thinking it was a book

I might have written had I lived two thousand years ago. Who can say he has

not lived before, and is it not as important to believe we lived herebefore

as it is to believe we are going to live hereafter? If I had lived

herebefore, Jupiter knows what I should have written, but it would not have

been _Esther Waters_: more likely a book like _A Mummer's

Wife_--a band of jugglers and acrobats travelling from town to town. As

I write these lines an antique story rises up in my mind, a recollection of

one of my lost works or an instantaneous reading of Apuleius into _A

Mummers Wife_--which?

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