The Letters of Ambrose Bierce Part 31
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Miss Christiansen says she is writing, or has written you. I think the coat very pretty.
Affectionately, AMBROSE.
[Was.h.i.+ngton, D. C., February 15, 1911.]
DEAR GEORGE,
As to the "form of address." A man pa.s.sing another was halted by the words: "You dirty dog!" Turning to the speaker, he bowed coldly and said: "Smith is my name, sir." _My_ name is Bierce, and I find, on reflection, that I like best those who call me just that. If my christen name were George I'd want to be called _that_; but "Ambrose"
is fit only for mouths of women--in which it sounds fairly well.
_How_ are you my master? I never read one of your poems without learning something, though not, alas, how to make one.
Don't worry about "Lilith"; it will work out all right. As to the characters not seeming alive, I've always fancied the men and women of antiquity--particularly the kings, and great ones generally--should not be too flesh-and-b.l.o.o.d.y, like the "persons whom one meets." A little coldness and strangeness is very becoming to them. I like them to _stalk_, like the ghosts that they are--our modern pa.s.sioning seems a bit anachronous in them. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm sure you will understand and have some sympathy with the error.
Hudson Maxim takes medicine without biting the spoon. He had a dose from me and swallowed it smiling. I too gave him some citations of great poetry that is outside the confines of his "definition"--poetry in which are no tropes at all. He seems to lack the _feel_ of poetry.
He even spoils some of the "great lines" by not including enough of the context. As to his "improvements," fancy his preference for "the fiercest spirit of _the warrior host_" to "the fiercest spirit _that fought in Heaven_"! O my!
Yes, Conrad told me the tale of his rescue by you. He gave me the impression of hanging in the sky above billows unthinkably huge and rocks inconceivably hard.
Of course I could not but be pleased by your inclusion of that sonnet on me in your book. And, by the way, I'm including in my tenth volume my _Cosmopolitan_ article on the "Wine" and my end of the controversy about it. All the volumes of the set are to be out by June, saith the publisher. He is certainly half-killing me with proofs--mountains of proofs! * * *
Yes, you'll doubtless have a recruit in Carlt for your Socialist menagerie--if he is not already a veteran exhibit. Your "party" is recruited from among sore-heads only. There are some twenty-five thousand of them (sore-heads) in this neck o' woods--all disloyal--all growling at the Government which feeds and clothes them twice as well as they could feed and clothe themselves in private employment. They move Heaven and Earth to get in, and they never resign--just "take it out" in abusing the Government. If I had my way n.o.body should remain in the civil service more than five years--at the end of that period all are disloyal. Not one of them cares a rap for the good of the service or the country--as we soldiers used to do on thirteen dollars a month (with starvation, disease and death thrown in). Their grievance is that the Government does not undertake to maintain them in the style to which they choose to accustom themselves. They fix their standard of living just a little higher than they can afford, and would do so no matter what salary they got, as all salary-persons invariably do. Then they d.a.m.n their employer for not enabling them to live up to it.
If they can do better "outside" why don't they go outside and do so; if they can't (which means that they are getting more than they are worth) what are they complaining about?
What this country needs--what every country needs occasionally--is a good hard b.l.o.o.d.y war to revive the vice of patriotism on which its existence as a nation depends. Meantime, you socialers, anarchists and other sentimentaliters and futilitarians will find the civil-service your best recruiting ground, for it is the Land of Reasonless Discontent. I yearn for the strong-handed Dictator who will swat you all on the mouths o' you till you are "heard to cease." Until then--How? (drinking.)
Yours sincerely, AMBROSE BIERCE.
[Was.h.i.+ngton, D. C., February 19, 1911.]
DEAR LORA,
Every evening coffee is made for me in my rooms, but I have not yet ventured to take it from _your_ cup for fear of an accident to the cup. Some of the women in this house are stark, staring mad about that cup and saucer, and the plate.
I am very sorry Carlt finds his position in the civil service so intolerable. If he can do better outside he should resign. If he can't, why, that means that the Government is doing better for him than he can do for himself, and you are not justified in your little tirade about the oppression of "the ma.s.ses." "The ma.s.ses" have been unprosperous from time immemorial, and always will be. A very simple way to escape that condition (and the _only_ way) is to elevate oneself out of that incapable cla.s.s.
You write like an anarchist and say that if you were a man you'd _be_ one. I should be sorry to believe that, for I should lose a very charming niece, and you a most worthy uncle.
You say that Carlt and Grizzly are not Socialists. Does that mean that _they_ are anarchists? I draw the line at anarchists, and would put them all to death if I lawfully could.
But I fancy your intemperate words are just the babbling of a thoughtless girl. In any case you ought to know from my work in literature that I am not the person to whom to address them. I carry my convictions into my life and conduct, into my friends.h.i.+ps, affections and all my relations with my fellow creatures. So I think it would be more considerate to leave out of your letters to _me_ some things that you may have in mind. Write them to others.
My own references to socialism, and the like, have been jocular--I did not think you perverted "enough to hurt," though I consider your intellectual environment a mighty bad one. As to such matters in future let us make a treaty of silence.
Affectionately, AMBROSE.
[The Army and Navy Club, Was.h.i.+ngton, D. C., March 1, 1911.]
MY DEAR RUTH,
It is pleasant to know that the family Robertson is "seeing things"
and enjoying them. I hate travel, but find it delightful when done by you, instead of me. Believe me, I have had great pleasure in following you by your trail of words, as in the sport known as the "paper chase."
And now about the little story. Your refusal to let your father amend it is no doubt dreadfully insubordinate, but I brave his wrath by approval. It is _your_ work that I want to see, not anybody's else.
I've a profound respect for your father's talent: as a literateur, he is the best physician that I know; but he must not be coaching my pupil, or he and I (as Mark Twain said of Mrs. Astor) "will have a falling out."
The story is not a story. It is not narrative, and nothing occurs. It is a record of mental mutations--of spiritual vicissitudes--states of mind. That is the most difficult thing that you could have attempted.
It can be done acceptably by genius and the skill that comes of practice, as can anything. You are not quite equal to it--yet. You have done it better than I could have done it at your age, but not altogether well; as doubtless you did not expect to do it. It would be better to confine yourself at present to simple narrative. Write of something done, not of something thought and felt, except incidentally. I'm sure it is in you to do great work, but in this writing trade, as in other matters, excellence is to be attained no otherwise than by beginning at the beginning--the simple at first, then the complex and difficult. You can not go up a mountain by a leap at the peak.
I'm retaining your little sketch till your return, for you can do nothing with it--nor can I. If it had been written--preferably typewritten--with wide lines and margins I could do something _to_ it.
Maybe when I get the time I shall; at present I am swamped with "proofs" and two volumes behind the printers. If I knew that I should _see_ you and talk it over I should rewrite it and (original in hand) point out the reasons for each alteration--you would see them quickly enough when shown. Maybe you will all come this way.
You are _very_ deficient in spelling. I hope that is not incurable, though some persons--clever ones, too--never do learn to spell correctly. You will have to learn it from your reading--noting carefully all but the most familiar words.
You have "pet" words--nearly all of us have. One of yours is "flickering." Addiction to certain words is an "upsetting sin" most difficult to overcome. Try to overcome it by cutting them out where they seem most felicitous.
By the way, your "hero," as you describe him, would not have been accessible to all those spiritual impressions--it is _you_ to whom they come. And that confirms my judgment of your imagination.
Imagination is nine parts of the writing trade. With enough of _that_ all things are possible; but it is the other things that require the hard work, the incessant study, the tireless seeking, the indomitable will. It is no "pic-nic," this business of writing, believe me.
Success comes by favor of the G.o.ds, yes; but O the days and nights that you must pa.s.s before their altars, prostrate and imploring! They are exacting--the G.o.ds; years and years of service you must give in the temple. If you are prepared to do this go on to your reward. If not, you can not too quickly throw away the pen and--well, marry, for example.
"Drink deep or taste not the Pierian spring."
_My_ vote is that you persevere.
With cordial regards to all good Robertsons--I think there are no others--I am most sincerely your friend,
AMBROSE BIERCE.
[Was.h.i.+ngton, D. C., April 20, 1911.]
DEAR LORA,
Thank you for the pictures of the Sloots fire-place and "Joe Gans." I can fancy myself cooking a steak in the one, and the other eating one better cooked.
I'm glad I've given you the Grand Canon fever, for I hope to revisit the place next summer, and perhaps our Yosemite bunch can meet me there. My outing this season will be in Broadway in little old New York. That is not as good as Monte Sano, but the best that I can do.
You must have had a good time with the Sterlings, and doubtless you all suffered from overfeeding.
Carlt's action in denuding the s.h.a.ggy pelt of his hands meets with my highest commendation, but you'd better look out. It may mean that he has a girl--a Jewess descended from Jacob, with an hereditary antipathy to anything like Esau. Carlt was an Esaurian.
You'll have to overlook some bad errors in Vol. V of the C. W. I did not have the page proofs. Some of the verses are unintelligible.
That's the penalty for philandering in California instead of sticking to my work.
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