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rather kindly face； quick in his movements； neat in his dress； but
fond of wearing a short jacket over his coat； which gives him the
look of a pickled or preserved schoolboy。 He has retired； they say；
from a thriving business； with a snug property； suspected by some to
be rather more than snug； and entitling him to be called a
capitalist； except that this word seems to be equivalent to highway
robber in the new gospel of Saint Petroleum。 That he is economical
in his habits cannot be denied； for he saws and splits his own wood；
for exercise； he says；and makes his own fires； brushes his own
shoes； and； it is whispered； darns a hole in a stocking now and
then；all for exercise； I suppose。 Every summer he goes out of town
for a few weeks。 On a given day of the month a wagon stops at the
door and takes up； not his trunks； for he does not indulge in any
such extravagance； but the stout brown linen bags in which he packs
the few conveniences he carries with him。
I do not think this worthy and economical personage will have much to
do or to say； unless he marries the Landlady。 If he does that； he
will play a part of some importance；but I don't feel sure at all。
His talk is little in amount； and generally ends in some compact
formula condensing much wisdom in few words； as that a man； should
not put all his eggs in one basket； that there are as good fish in
the sea as ever came out of it； and one in particular； which he
surprised me by saying in pretty good French one day； to the effect
that the inheritance of the world belongs to the phlegmatic people；
which seems to me to have a good deal of truth in it。
The other elderly personage； the old man with iron…gray hair and
large round spectacles； sits at my right at table。 He is a retired
college officer； a man of books and observation； and himself an
author。 Magister Artium is one of his titles on the College
Catalogue； and I like best to speak of him as the Master； because he
has a certain air of authority which none of us feel inclined to
dispute。 He has given me a copy of a work of his which seems to me
not wanting in suggestiveness； and which I hope I shall be able to
make some use of in my records by and by。 I said the other day that
he had good solid prejudices； which is true； and I like him none the
worse for it； but he has also opinions more or less original；
valuable； probable； fanciful； fantastic； or whimsical； perhaps； now
and then； which he promulgates at table somewhat in the tone of
imperial edicts。 Another thing I like about him is； that he takes a
certain intelligent interest in pretty much everything that interests
other people。 I asked him the other day what he thought most about
in his wide range of studies。
Sir；said he；I take stock in everything that concerns anybody。
Humani nihil；you know the rest。 But if you ask me what is my
specialty； I should say； I applied myself more particularly to the
contemplation of the Order of Things。
A pretty wide subject；I ventured to suggest。
Not wide enough； sir；not wide enough to satisfy the desire of a
mind which wants to get at absolute truth； without reference to the
empirical arrangements of our particular planet and its environments。
I want to subject the formal conditions of space and time to a new
analysis； and project a possible universe outside of the Order of
Things。 But I have narrowed myself by studying the actual facts of
being。 By and byby and byperhapsperhaps。 I hope to do some
sound thinking in heavenif I ever get there；he said seriously；
and it seemed to me not irreverently。
I rather like that；I said。 I think your telescopic people are；
on the whole； more satisfactory than your microscopic ones。
My left…hand neighbor fidgeted about a little in his chair as I
said this。 But the young man sitting not far from the Landlady； to
whom my attention had been attracted by the expression of his eyes；
which seemed as if they saw nothing before him； but looked beyond
everything； smiled a sort of faint starlight smile； that touched me
strangely； for until that moment he had appeared as if his thoughts
were far away； and I had been questioning whether he had lost friends
lately； or perhaps had never had them； he seemed so remote from our
boarding…house life。 I will inquire about him； for he interests me；
and I thought he seemed interested as I went on talking。
No；I continued；I don't want to have the territory of a man's
mind fenced in。 I don't want to shut out the mystery of the stars
and the awful hollow that holds them。 We have done with those
hypaethral temples； that were open above to the heavens； but we can
have attics and skylights to them。 Minds with skylights；yes；
stop； let us see if we can't get something out of that。
One…story intellects； twostory intellects； three story intellects
with skylights。 All factcollectors； who have no aim beyond their
facts； are one…story men。 Two…story men compare； reason； generalize；
using the labors of the fact…collectors as well as their own。 Three…
story men idealize； imagine； predict； their best illumination comes
from above； through the skylight。 There are minds with large ground
floors； that can store an infinite amount of knowledge； some
librarians； for instance； who know enough of books to help other
people； without being able to make much other use of their knowledge；
have intellects of this class。 Your great working lawyer has two
spacious stories； his mind is clear； because his mental floors are
large； and he has room to arrange his thoughts so that he can get at
them；facts below； principles above； and all in ordered series；
poets are often narrow below； incapable of clear statement； and with
small power of consecutive reasoning； but full of light； if sometimes
rather bare of furniture； in the attics。
The old Master smiled。 I think he suspects himself of a three…
story intellect； and I don't feel sure that he is n't right。
Is it dark meat or white meat you will be helped to？said the
Landlady； addressing the Master。
Dark meat for me； always；he answered。 Then turning to me； he
began one of those monologues of his； such as that which put the
Member of the Haouse asleep the other day。
It 's pretty much the same in men and women and in books and
everything； that it is in turkeys and chickens。 Why； take your
poets； now； say Browning and Tennyson。 Don't you think you can say
which is the dark…meat and which is the white…meat poet？ And so of
the people you know； can't you pick out the full…flavored； coarse…
fibred characters from the delicate； fine…fibred ones？ And in the
same person； don't you know the same two shades in different parts of
the character that you find in the wing and thigh of a partridge？ I
suppose you poets may like white meat best； very probably； you had
rather have a wing than a drumstick； I dare say。
Why； yes；said I；I suppose some of us do。 Perhaps it is because
a bird flies with his white…fleshed limbs and walks with the dark…
fleshed ones。 Besides； the wing…muscles are nearer the heart than
the leg…muscles。
I thought that sounded mighty pretty； and paused a moment to pat
myself on the back； as i