The Arousing of Thought – p21

“What are you doing, you Jericho jackass? You’ll be burnt alive! Stop eating that extraordinary product, so unaccustomed for your nature.”

But our Kurd replied: “No, for nothing on Earth will I stop. Didn’t pay my last two cents for them? Even if my soul departs from my body I shall still go on eating.”

Whereupon our resolute Kurd—it must of course be assumed that he was such—did not stop, but continued eating the “red pepper pods.”

After what you have just perceived, I hope there may already be arising in your mentation a corresponding mental association which should, as a result, effectuate in you, as it sometimes happens to contemporary people, that which you call, in general, understanding, and that in the present case you will understand just why I, well knowing and having many a time commiserated with this human inherency, the inevitable manifestation of which is that if anybody pays money for something, he is bound to use it to the end, was animated in the whole of my entirety with the idea, arisen in my mentation, to take every possible measure in order that you, as is said “my brother in appetite and in spirit”—in the event of your proving to be already accustomed to reading books, though of all kinds, yet nevertheless only those written exclusively in the aforesaid “language of the intelligentsia”—having already paid money for my writings and learning only afterwards that they are not written in the usual convenient and easily read language, should not be compelled as a consequence of the said human inherency, to read my writings through to the end at all costs, as our poor Transcaucasian Kurd was compelled to go on with his eating of what he had fancied for its appearance alone—that “not to be joked with” noble red pepper.

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“What are you doing, you jackass! You’ll be burnt alive! Stop eating that extraordinary and, for your nature, unaccustomed product.”

But our Kurd replied: “No, not for anything on Earth will I stop. Didn’t I pay my last ‘six-groschen’ for them? Even if my soul leaves my body, I shall go on eating.”

Whereupon our resolute Kurd—it must, of course, be assumed that he was such—did not stop, but continued eating the “red-pepper-pods.”

After what you have just perceived, esteemed buyer of my writings, I hope—of course only faintly—that there may already be arising in your mentation a corresponding association which should, as a result, bring about as it happens sometimes to some people, what you call an understanding, and that in the present case you will understand just why I, well knowing and having many a time commiserated with this human inherency—whose inevitable manifestation takes the form that if anybody pays money for something he is bound to use it to the end—was seized with the idea, to take every possible measure in order that you, my “neighbor”—in the event that you should prove to be already accustomed to reading books, though of any kind yet nevertheless only those written exclusively in the mentioned “language-of-the-intelligentsia”—having already paid money for my writings and learning only afterwards that they are not written in the usual easily and comfortably read language, should not be compelled, as a consequence of the said human inherency, to read my writings through to the end at all costs, as our poor Transcaucasian Kurd was compelled to continue eating what he had taken a fancy to from its appearance alone—that “not-to-be-joked-with” noble “red-pepper.”

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