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carry him far into the country with some congenial friend； and now
keep him dangling about the town from one old book…shop to another；
and scraping romantic acquaintance with every dog that passed。 His
talk； compounded of so much sterling sense and so much freakish
humour； and clothed in language so apt； droll； and emphatic； was a
perpetual delight to all who knew him before the clouds began to
settle on his mind。 His use of language was both just and
picturesque； and when at the beginning of his illness he began to
feel the ebbing of this power； it was strange and painful to hear
him reject one word after another as inadequate； and at length
desist from the search and leave his phrase unfinished rather than
finish it without propriety。 It was perhaps another Celtic trait
that his affections and emotions； passionate as these were； and
liable to passionate ups and downs； found the most eloquent
expression both in words and gestures。 Love； anger； and
indignation shone through him and broke forth in imagery； like what
we read of Southern races。 For all these emotional extremes； and
in spite of the melancholy ground of his character； he had upon the
whole a happy life； nor was he less fortunate in his death； which
at the last came to him unaware。
CHAPTER X。 TALK AND TALKERS
Sir； we had a good talk。 … JOHNSON。
As we must account for every idle word； so we must for every idle
silence。 … FRANKLIN。
THERE can be no fairer ambition than to excel in talk； to be
affable； gay； ready； clear and welcome； to have a fact； a thought；
or an illustration； pat to every subject； and not only to cheer the
flight of time among our intimates； but bear our part in that great
international congress； always sitting； where public wrongs are
first declared； public errors first corrected； and the course of
public opinion shaped； day by day； a little nearer to the right。
No measure comes before Parliament but it has been long ago
prepared by the grand jury of the talkers； no book is written that
has not been largely composed by their assistance。 Literature in
many of its branches is no other than the shadow of good talk； but
the imitation falls far short of the original in life； freedom and
effect。 There are always two to a talk； giving and taking；
comparing experience and according conclusions。 Talk is fluid；
tentative； continually 〃in further search and progress〃； while
written words remain fixed； become idols even to the writer； found
wooden dogmatisms； and preserve flies of obvious error in the amber
of the truth。 Last and chief； while literature； gagged with
linsey…woolsey； can only deal with a fraction of the life of man；
talk goes fancy free and may call a spade a spade。 Talk has none
of the freezing immunities of the pulpit。 It cannot； even if it
would； become merely aesthetic or merely classical like literature。
A jest intervenes； the solemn humbug is dissolved in laughter； and
speech runs forth out of the contemporary groove into the open
fields of nature； cheery and cheering； like schoolboys out of
school。 And it is in talk alone that we can learn our period and
ourselves。 In short； the first duty of a man is to speak； that is
his chief business in this world； and talk； which is the harmonious
speech of two or more； is by far the most accessible of pleasures。
It costs nothing in money； it is all profit； it completes our
education； founds and fosters our friendships； and can be enjoyed
at any age and in almost any state of health。
The spice of life is battle； the friendliest relations are still a
kind of contest； and if we would not forego all that is valuable in
our lot； we must continually face some other person； eye to eye；
and wrestle a fall whether in love or enmity。 It is still by force
of body； or power of character or intellect； that we attain to
worthy pleasures。 Men and women contend for each other in the
lists of love； like rival mesmerists； the active and adroit decide
their challenges in the sports of the body； and the sedentary sit
down to chess or conversation。 All sluggish and pacific pleasures
are； to the same degree； solitary and selfish； and every durable
band between human beings is founded in or heightened by some
element of competition。 Now； the relation that has the least root
in matter is undoubtedly that airy one of friendship； and hence； I
suppose； it is that good talk most commonly arises among friends。
Talk is； indeed； both the scene and instrument of friendship。 It
is in talk alone that the friends can measure strength； and enjoy
that amicable counter…assertion of personality which is the gauge
of relations and the sport of life。
A good talk is not to be had for the asking。 Humours must first be
accorded in a kind of overture or prologue； hour； company and
circumstance be suited； and then； at a fit juncture； the subject；
the quarry of two heated minds； spring up like a deer out of the
wood。 Not that the talker has any of the hunter's pride； though he
has all and more than all his ardour。 The genuine artist follows
the stream of conversation as an angler follows the windings of a
brook； not dallying where he fails to 〃kill。〃 He trusts implicitly
to hazard； and he is rewarded by continual variety； continual
pleasure； and those changing prospects of the truth that are the
best of education。 There is nothing in a subject； so called； that
we should regard it as an idol； or follow it beyond the promptings
of desire。 Indeed； there are few subjects； and so far as they are
truly talkable； more than the half of them may be reduced to three：
that I am I； that you are you； and that there are other people
dimly understood to be not quite the same as either。 Wherever talk
may range； it still runs half the time on these eternal lines。 The
theme being set； each plays on himself as on an instrument； asserts
and justifies himself； ransacks his brain for instances and
opinions； and brings them forth new…minted； to his own surprise and
the admiration of his adversary。 All natural talk is a festival of
ostentation； and by the laws of the game each accepts and fans the
vanity of the other。 It is from that reason that we venture to lay
ourselves so open； that we dare to be so warmly eloquent； and that
we swell in each other's eyes to such a vast proportion。 For
talkers； once launched； begin to overflow the limits of their
ordinary selves； tower up to the height of their secret
pretensions； and give themselves out for the heroes； brave； pious；
musical and wise； that in their most shining moments they aspire to
be。 So they weave for themselves with words and for a while
inhabit a palace of delights； temple at once and theatre； where
they fill the round of the world's dignities； and feast with the
gods； exulting in Kudos。 And when the talk is over； each goes his
way； still flushed with vanity and admiration； still trailing
clouds of glory； each declines from the height of his ideal orgie；
not in a moment； but by slow declension。 I remember； in the
ENTR'ACTE of an afternoon performance； coming forth into the
sunshine； in a beautiful green； gardened corner of a romantic city；
and as I sat and smoked； the music moving in my blood； I seemed to
sit there and evaporate THE FLYING DUTCHMAN （for it was that I had
been hearing） with a wonderful sense of life； warmth； well…being
and pride； and the noises of the city； voices； bells and marching
feet； fell together in my ears like a symphonious orchestra。 In
the same way； the excitement of a good talk lives for a long while
after in the blood； the heart still hot within you； the brain still
simmering； and the physical earth swimming around you with the
colours of the sunset。
Natural talk； like ploughing； should turn up a large surface of
life； rather than di