第 8 节
作者:点绛唇      更新:2021-02-19 21:08      字数:3667
  unsuspicious of aught hidden within; this chimney may or may not
  have a secret closet。 But if it have; it is my kinsman's。 To
  break into that wall; would be to break into his breast。   And
  that wall…breaking wish of Momus I account the wish of a
  churchrobbing gossip and knave。 Yes; wife; a vile eavesdropping
  varlet was Momus。〃
  〃Moses? Mumps? Stuff with your mumps and Moses?〃
  The truth is; my wife; like all the rest of the world; cares not
  a fig for philosophical jabber。 In dearth of other philosophical
  companionship; I and my chimney have to smoke and philosophize
  together。 And sitting up so late as we do at it; a mighty smoke
  it is that we two smoky old philosophers make。
  But my spouse; who likes the smoke of my tobacco as little as she
  does that of the soot; carries on her war against both。 I live in
  continual dread lest; like the golden bowl; the pipes of me and
  my chimney shall yet be broken。 To stay that mad project of my
  wife's; naught answers。 Or; rather; she herself is incessantly
  answering; incessantly besetting me with her terrible alacrity
  for improvement; which is a softer name for destruction。  Scarce
  a day I do not find her with her tape…measure; measuring for her
  grand hall; while Anna holds a yardstick on one side; and Julia
  looks approvingly on from the other。 Mysterious intimations
  appear in the nearest village paper; signed 〃Claude;〃 to the
  effect that a certain structure; standing on a certain hill; is a
  sad blemish to an otherwise lovely landscape。 Anonymous letters
  arrive; threatening me with I know not what; unless I remove my
  chimney。 Is it my wife; too; or who; that sets up the neighbors
  to badgering me on the same subject; and hinting to me that my
  chimney; like a huge elm; absorbs all moisture from my garden? At
  night; also; my wife will start as from sleep; professing to hear
  ghostly noises from the secret closet。 Assailed on all sides; and
  in all ways; small peace have I and my chimney。
  Were it not for the baggage; we would together pack up and remove
  from the country。
  What narrow escapes have been ours! Once I found in a drawer a
  whole portfolio of plans and estimates。 Another time; upon
  returning after a day's absence; I discovered my wife standing
  before the chimney in earnest conversation with a person whom I
  at once recognized as a meddlesome architectural reformer; who;
  because he had no gift for putting up anything was ever intent
  upon pulling them down; in various parts of the country having
  prevailed upon half…witted old folks to destroy their
  old…fashioned houses; particularly the chimneys。
  But worst of all was; that time I unexpectedly returned at early
  morning from a visit to the city; and upon approaching the house;
  narrowly escaped three brickbats which fell; from high aloft; at
  my feet。 Glancing up; what was my horror to see three savages; in
  blue jean overalls in the very act of commencing the
  long…threatened attack。  Aye; indeed; thinking of those three
  brickbats; I and my chimney have had narrow escapes。
  It is now some seven years since I have stirred from my home。  My
  city friends all wonder why I don't come to see them; as in
  former times。 They think I am getting sour and unsocial。 Some say
  that I have become a sort of mossy old misanthrope; while all the
  time the fact is; I am simply standing guard over my mossy old
  chimney; for it is resolved between me and my chimney; that I and
  my chimney will never surrender。
  The End