Imaginary Interviews
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Howells William Dean. Imaginary Interviews
IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS
I. THE RESTORATION OF THE EASY CHAIR BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
II. A YEAR OF SPRING AND A LIFE OF YOUTH
III. SCLEROSIS OF THE TASTES
IV. THE PRACTICES AND PRECEPTS OF VAUDEVILLE
V. INTIMATIONS OF ITALIAN OPERA
VI. THE SUPERIORITY OF OUR INFERIORS
VII. UNIMPORTANCE OF WOMEN IN REPUBLICS
VIII. HAVING JUST GOT HOME
IX. NEW YORK TO THE HOME-COMER'S EYE
X. CHEAPNESS OF THE COSTLIEST CITY ON EARTH
XI. WAYS AND MEANS OF LIVING IN NEW YORK
XII. THE QUALITY OF BOSTON AND THE QUANTITY OF NEW YORK
XIII. THE WHIRL OF LIFE IN OUR FIRST CIRCLES
XIV. THE MAGAZINE MUSE
XV. COMPARATIVE LUXURIES OF TRAVEL
XVI. QUALITIES WITHOUT DEFECTS
XVII. A WASTED OPPORTUNITY
XVIII. A NIECE'S LITERARY ADVICE TO HER UNCLE
XIX. A SEARCH FOR CELEBRITY
XX. PRACTICAL IMMORTALITY ON EARTH
XXI. AROUND A RAINY-DAY FIRE
XXII. THE ADVANTAGES OF QUOTATIONAL CRITICISM
XXIII. READING FOR A GRANDFATHER
XXIV. SOME MOMENTS WITH THE MUSE
XXV. A NORMAL HERO AND HEROINE OUT OF WORK
OTHER ESSAYS
I. AUTUMN IN THE COUNTRY AND CITY
II. PERSONAL AND EPISTOLARY ADDRESSES
III. DRESSING FOR HOTEL DINNER
IV. THE COUNSEL OF LITERARY AGE TO LITERARY YOUTH
V. THE UNSATISFACTORINESS OF UNFRIENDLY CRITICISM
VI. THE FICKLENESS OF AGE
VII. THE RENEWAL OF INSPIRATION
VIII. THE SUMMER SOJOURN OF FLORINDO AND LINDORA
IX. TO HAVE THE HONOR OF MEETING
X. A DAY AT BRONX PARK
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It is not generally known that after forty-two years of constant use the aged and honored movable which now again finds itself put back in its old place in the rear of Harper's Magazine was stored in the warehouse of a certain safety-deposit company, in the winter of 1892. The event which had then vacated the chair is still so near as to be full of a pathos tenderly personal to all readers of that magazine, and may not be lightly mentioned in any travesty of the facts by one who was thought of for the empty place. He, before putting on the mask and mimic editorial robes – for it was never the real editor who sat in the Easy Chair, except for that brief hour when he took it to pay his deep-thought and deep-felt tribute to its last occupant – stood with bowed face and uncovered head in that bravest and gentlest presence which, while it abode with us here, men knew as George William Curtis.
It was, of course, in one of the best of the fireproof warehouses that the real editor had the Easy Chair stored, and when the unreal editor went to take it out of storage he found it without trouble in one of those vast rooms where the more valuable furniture and bric-à-brac are guarded in a special tutelage. If instinct had not taught him, he would have known it by its homely fashion, which the first unreal editor had suggested when he described it as an "old red-backed Easy Chair that has long been an ornament of our dingy office." That unreality was Mr. Donald G. Mitchell, the graceful and gracious Ik Marvel, dear to the old hearts that are still young for his Dream Life and his Reveries of a Bachelor, and never unreal in anything but his pretence of being the real editor of the magazine. In this disguise he feigned that he had "a way of throwing" himself back in the Easy Chair, "and indulging in an easy and careless overlook of the gossiping papers of the day, and in such chit-chat with chance visitors as kept him informed of the drift of the town talk, while it relieved greatly the monotony of his office hours." Not "bent on choosing mere gossip," he promised to be "on the watch for such topics or incidents as" seemed really important and suggestive, and to set them "down with all that gloss, and that happy lack of sequence, which make every-day talk so much better than every-day writing."
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To himself the unreal editor had to own that this was a poser. In his heart he was sick of Christmas: not of the dear and high event, the greatest in the memory of the world, which it records and embodies, but the stale and wearisome Christmas of the Christmas presents, purchased in rage and bestowed in despair; the Christmas of Christmas fiction; the Christmas of heavy Christmas dinners and indigestions; the Christmas of all superfluity and surfeit and sentimentality; the Christmas of the Timminses and the Tiny Tims. But while he thought of these, by operation of the divine law which renders all things sensible by their opposites, he thought of the other kinds of Christmas which can never weary or disgust: the Christmas of the little children and the simple-hearted and the poor; and suddenly he addressed himself to the Easy Chair with unexpected and surprising courage.
"Why should that be so very difficult?" he demanded. "If you look at it rightly, Christmas is always full of inspiration; and songs as well as sermons will flow from it till time shall be no more. The trouble with us is that we think it is for the pleasure of opulent and elderly people, for whom there can be no pleasures, but only habits. They are used to having everything, and as joy dwells in novelty it has ceased to be for them in Christmas gifts and giving and all manner of Christmas conventions. But for the young to whom these things are new, and for the poor to whom they are rare, Christmas and Christmasing are sources of perennial happiness. All that you have to do is to guard yourself from growing rich and from growing old, and then the delight of Christmas is yours forever. It is not difficult; it is very simple; for even if years and riches come upon you in a literal way, you can by a little trying keep yourself young and poor in spirit. Then you can always rejoice with the innocent and riot with the destitute.
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