“When, in the course of a day, a man has read a newspaper, written a letter, and not wronged anyone, that is more than enough.”
Such modesty is often mocked
as timidity or lack of ambition. It’s the rationalization of laziness or even
cowardice, we’re told. As Americans, it’s our patriotic obligation to lead the “strenuous life.” I have my doubts. A Rooseveltian life – busting trusts and hunting elephants
– no doubt has its rewards but not for all of us. In fact, many of the problems
we read about in newspapers are caused by people being strenuous.
The passage above, written
by Jules Renard in his journal on this date, November 15, in 1900, is not
strictly autobiographical. Renard had a family and worked hard at writing. The
individual he describes reminds me of Clyde Johnson, a man I knew in Richmond,
Ind., when I worked for that city’s newspaper (1983-85). Clyde was a Quaker,
the first of his faith I got to know fairly well. Clyde was hospitable. His
house near Earlham College was always open, whether to junkies, operas buffs or
newspaper reporters exiled to Indiana. Clyde was quiet. You knew that when he
spoke, it was something thoughtful, deeply considered and utterly true. I don’t
recall him ever getting angry, complaining or giving someone an order. He gave
the impression of being quietly fearless.
Dr. Johnson in one of his Rambler
essays describes Clyde Johnson as I knew him:
“The modest man is a
companion of a yet lower rank, whose only power of giving pleasure is not to
interrupt it. The modest man satisfies himself with peaceful silence, which all
his companions are candid enough to consider as proceeding not from inability
to speak, but willingness to hear.”
[The quoted passage at the top is drawn from Renard’s Journal 1887-1910 (trans. Theo Cuffe, selected and introduced by Julian Barnes, riverrun, 2020).]
It's interesting to me that, as a diligent participant in the "he-man" outdoors-y life, Theodore Roosevelt was only 60 when he died in 1919. Guess he wore himself out before his time.
ReplyDelete"Newspaper reporters exiled to Indiana" makes me think of Chuck Tatum, the big-city reporter on the skids in Albuquerque, played by Kirk Douglas in Billy Wilder's Ace in the Hole. The character is a good example of the havoc often wrought by the excessively vigorous.
ReplyDeleteWhen people ask me what I'll be doing on my vacations, I always tell them that I'll be stress-testing my couch.