Common
sense, no? Consider the opposite of the virtue described here by Dr. Johnson in
The Rambler #72, published on this
date, Nov. 25, in 1750: perpetual displeasure, a harsh manner, walled-in
defensiveness and crudity of disposition. In short, a brute, regardless of
education, class or income. When I think of “good-humour” (and not the guy who
drives the ice-cream truck), a former newspaper colleague comes to mind. A
lifelong bachelor fifteen years my senior, he worked as a copy editor, but by
calling he was a jazz drummer. When young, he met his heroes, Armstrong and
Ellington. We once went to see Elvin Jones performing in a small club. Decades
earlier, my friend had taken photographs of the drummer in concert and
preserved the negatives. He had the photos printed and presented them to Jones,
a formidably muscled musician. Jones locked my friend in a bear hug, lifted him
off the ground and kissed him on the cheek. Rather than being startled by such
a forceful show of gratitude, he was mutedly, quietly ecstatic. It was as
though a long-deferred objective had been not only attained but received with gratitude
more pleasing than money. Johnson writes:
“Good-humour
is a state between gaiety and unconcern; the act or emanation of a mind at
leisure to regard the gratification of another.”
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