Friday, January 20, 2012

Of Browns

Sometimes i'm at the Brown's house, and there are delicious coffees, delicious cookies, and marauding childs.













‘That both ladies were in the end fully convinced of what they had at first assumed as a mere supposition is nothing out of the way. We learned people, as we call ourselves, behave in almost the same way, and our learned theories are a proof of it. At first our savants approach them in almost a cringing spirit, they begin timidly, discreetly, they begin with the humblest suggestion: “Is not this the origin? Does not such a country derive its name from such and such a spot?” or, “Is not this document connected with another of a later period?” or, “Should we not take such and such a people to mean this or that other people?” He immediately quotes such and such ancient writers, and if he can only detect a hint or what he takes for a hint, he grows audacious and confident, talks to the writers of antiquity without ceremony, asks them questions and himself supplies the answers, quite forgetting that he had begun with a timid hypothesis; he soon fancies that he sees it, that it is clear, and his argument is concluded with the words, “This is how it was: so this is the people that is meant by this name! This is how we must look at the subject!” Then it is proclaimed to all from the platform—and the newly discovered truth is sent on its travels round the world, gathering to itself followers and disciples.”
--Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

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