Thursday, June 26, 2008

A timeless defence of youth

William Pitt (1708-1778) to Parliament, 1741

Sir,
The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honorable gentleman has, with such spirit and decency, charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience. Whether youth can be imputed to any man as a reproach, I will not, sir, assume the province of determining; but surely age may become justly contemptible, if the opportunities which it brings have passed away without improvement and vice appears to prevail when the passions have subsided.
The wretch, who, after having seen the consequences of a thousand errors, continues still to blunder, and whose age has only added obstinacy to stupidity, is surely the object of either abhorrence or contempt, and deserves not that his gray hairs should secure him from insult.
Much more, sir, is he to be abhorred, who, as he has advanced in age has receded from virtue and become more wicked with less temptation—who prostitutes himself for money which he can not enjoy, and spends the remains of his life in the ruin of his country.
But youth, sir, is not my only crime. I have been accused of acting a theatrical part. A theatrical part may either imply some peculiarities of gesture, or a dissimulation of my real sentiments, and an adoption of the opinions and language of another man. In the first sense, sir, the charge is too trifling to be confuted and deserves only to be mentioned to be despised. I am at liberty like every other man to use my own language; and tho I may, perhaps, have some ambition to please this gentleman, I shall not lay myself under any restraint, nor very solicitously copy his diction or his mien, however matured by age or modeled by experience.
If any man shall, by charging me with theatrical behavior, imply that I utter any sentiments but my own, I shall treat him as a calumniator and a villain—nor shall any protection shelter him from the treatment he deserves. I shall on such an occasion without scruple trample upon all those forms with which wealth and dignity intrench themselves—nor shall anything but age restrain my resentment; age, which always brings one privilege, that of being insolent and supercilious without punishment.
But with regard, sir, to those whom I have offended, I am of opinion that if I had acted a borrowed part I should have avoided their censure. The heat that offended them is the ardor of conviction, and that zeal for the service of my country which neither hope nor fear shall influence me to suppress. I will not sit unconcerned while my liberty is invaded, nor look in silence upon public robbery. I will exert my endeavors at whatever hazard to repel the aggressor and drag the thief to justice, whoever may protect them in their villainy, and whoever may partake of their plunder. And if the honorable gentleman—
[At this point Pitt, called to order by Winnington, sat down. In the course of his protest, Winnington said:—“I do not, sir, undertake to decide the controversy between the two gentlemen, but I must be allowed to observe that no diversity of opinion can justify the violation of decency, and the use of rude and virulent expressions; expressions dictated only by resentment and uttered without regard to——” Whereupon Pitt jumped to his feet and called Winnington to order, saying:]
Sir: If this be to preserve order there is no danger of indecency from the most licentious tongue; for what calumny can be more atrocious, or what reproach more severe, than that of speaking with regard to anything but truth. Order may sometimes be broken by passion or inadvertency, but will hardly be reestablished by a monitor like this who can not govern his own passion while he is restraining the impetuosity of others. Happy, sir, would it be for mankind if everyone knew his own province; we should not then see the same man at once a criminal and a judge, nor would this gentleman assume the right of dictating to others what he has not learned himself. That I may return in some degree the favor which he intends me, I will advise him never hereafter to express himself on the subject of order, but whenever he feels inclined to speak on such occasions to remember how he has now succeeded and condemn in silence what his censures will never reform.



(This speech has said to be touched up or written by Samuel Johnson, but take the message for what it is worth)

Saturday, June 21, 2008

I 'Heart' U

I was handed this scribbled note on a napkin at a bar last weekend in DC by a short, slight chick who smiled and turned away. I asked, “What the…?”
She turned back to me expectantly and answered, “Someone passed this to me. Give it to someone else.”
Then she half-laughed, half-giggled as if I were now privy to her deceit and somehow would succumb and acknowledge my part to play in the wider chain of recipients and note-passers.
“Why would I do that?” I asked, a little repulsed by what I perceived as an insulting endeavor. Why would I want to pass a note with such a brave and profound statement to another person who I did not know and would not want to bother which such emotional obscenity?
She answered, “ ‘cause it’s fun.”
“No it’s not! How is that fun to smash someone else’s confidence when all they have left after such a provocative phrase is a crumpled napkin?”

Now while our conversation lasted a few moments longer than the transcript above, I did my best to explain in my least heavy-handed way that I was not appreciative, she did insist that I keep the napkin. I tried to return it to her but this was met with stark refusal so I kept the napkin in my pocket only to discover it again as I was being full-body searched at Reagan National.

I remembered the incident and through the haze of a few afternoon Guinness, I pondered whether receiving such a disingenuous confession would lift or lower spirits. While I did not think it was convincingly amusing at the time, I can appreciate that the chick recognized me of many, and being singled out at a bar is never a bad thing regardless of the falseness of the message.

Even so, playing puppeteer with emotions of the romantic nature is certainly akin to playing with its hot and tempestuous figurative cousin, fire. And no one likes to have romantic hopes raised only to have those hopes serve as a humiliating reminder of temporary bar-room loneliness. Yes, my friend had the prospect of matching, while I stood in the cigarette pit outside, puffing smoke.



Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Life is Good?

Life's been good. When life is good, time is scarce to be angry. When anger is amiss, the blog is neglected. So even with my hiatus in entries, I did catch a moment this past weekend. Returning to Boston from a weekend at the Connecticut and Rhode Island shores on a gorgeous weekend, I was waiting my turn in traffic when a RI-plated Sentra loaded up with young adults began littering from literally every window. Plastic wrappers, tissues and other non-descript trash items were thrust from the car out onto the road. Not only was there no obvious concern or respect for the public space, it was their brazen offerings with no intention of discretion that upset me worst. It is this behavior that makes me sad to be American, living in a place where throwing non-degradables onto the street would ever be considered where a rationale for any ignorance of their effects could hardly be imagined.