{The New Novel (1877), by Winslow Homer.}
The early action of Thomas Hardy's The Hand of Ethelberta (1876) turns on a book of poetry published anonymously by the heroine of the title, who, though the daughter of servants, is the widow of a gentleman. Her mother-in-law, Lady Petherwin, with whom she lives, is horrified when the cloak of authorial anonymity is pulled away. I laughed out loud on the train at her response to the discovery of Ethelberta's authorship:
"But surely you have not written every one of those ribald verses?"That "Harrumph!" of a riposte reminded me of a position that Rabbit takes on a difficult word in The House at Pooh Corner (1928), of which a post at Crooked House reminded me last week:
Ethelberta looked inclined to exclaim most vehemently against this; but what she actually did say was, "'Ribald'--what do you mean by that? I don't think that you are aware what 'ribald' means."
"I am not sure that I am. As regards some words, as well as some persons, the less you are acquainted with them the more it is to your credit."
You can't help respecting anybody who can spell "Tuesday," even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.But perhaps that's not a fair connection: Rabbit's position on "Tuesday," after all, though part of a larger argument about his indispensability to Christopher Robin, does include of a dash of humility and kindness--qualities that would, I'm afraid, be relatively foreign to Lady Petherwin. She might find herself more in sympathy with Lewis Carroll's Humpty Dumpty--though she's not nearly so clever:
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean--neither more nor less."Taken from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1872), those are among the most-quoted of Carroll lines--but Humpty's follow-up, which is far more rarely noted, is at least as good:
"The question is," Alice said, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."
"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master--that's all."
Alice was too much puzzled to say anything; so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. "They've a temper, some of them--particularly verbs; they're the proudest--adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs; however, I can manage the whole lot of them. Impenetrability! That's what I say!"Seems like the right way to end a rainy, gray, and defiantly non-spring weekend, no?
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