第14部分(第3/7 頁)

an　and　the　English　boor。　The　boor；　of　course；　is　the　multitude；　the　boor　impresses　himself　upon　the　traveller。　When　relieved　from　his　presence；　one　can　be　just　to　him；　one　can　remember　that　his　virtues……though　elementary；　and　strictly　in　need　of　direction……are　the　same；　to　a　great　extent；　as　those　of　the　well…bred　man。　He　does　not　represent……though　seeming　to　do　so……a　nation　apart。　To　understand　this　multitude；　you　must　get　below　its　insufferable　manners；　and　learn　that　very　fine　civic　qualities　can　consist　with　a　personal　bearing　almost　wholly　repellent。

Then；　as　to　the　dogged　reserve　of　the　educated　man；　why；　I　have　only　to　look　into　myself。　I；　it　is　true；　am　not　quite　a　representative　Englishman；　my　self…consciousness；　my　meditative　habit　of　mind；　rather　dim　my　national　and　social　characteristics；　but　set　me　among　a　few　specimens　of　the　multitude；　and　am　I　not　at　once　aware　of　that　instinctive　antipathy；　that　shrinking　into　myself；　that　something　like　unto　scorn；　of　which　the　Englishman　is　accused　by　foreigners　who　casually　meet　him？　Peculiar　to　me　is　the　effort　to　overe　this　first　impulse……an　effort　which　often　enough　succeeds。　If　I　know　myself　at　all；　I　am　not　an　ungenial　man；　and　yet　I　am　quite　sure　that　many　people　who　have　known　me　casually　would　say　that　my　fault　is　a　lack　of　geniality。　To　show　my　true　self；　I　must　be　in　the　right　mood　and　the　right　circumstances……which；　after　all；　is　merely　as　much　as　saying　that　I　am　decidedly　English。

XIX

On　my　breakfast　table　there　is　a　pot　of　honey。　Not　the　manufactured　stuff　sold　under　that　name　in　shops；　but　honey　of　the　hive；　brought　to　me　by　a　neighbouring　cottager　whose　bees　often　hum　in　my　garden。　It　gives；　I　confess；　more　pleasure　to　my　eye　than　to　my　palate；　but　I　like　to　taste　of　it；　because　i