gs.earthabides-第54部分
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the times of his studies； and he remembered the wide…spread belief that certain members of a tribe had a special power within them。 Mana； the anthropologists had called it。 Perhaps the children believed that Joey had mana； possibly Joey himself believed it。
Yet； though Ish recognized Joey's limitations and disabilities and bad qualities； still he kept his thought centered more on Joey than on any of the others。 Joey held the hope for the future。 Only by the power of intelligence； Ish believed firmly； had mankind ever risen to civilization； and only by further exercise of that same power； would mankind ever rise again。 And Joey possessed intelligence。 Possibly also he possessed that other power。 Mana might be a fallacy of simple minds； but even the most civilized peoples had realized that certain individuals carried within them some strange power that went for leadership。 Had anyone ever explained why certain men became leaders； and others； though they seemed better qualified； did not？
How much of all this did Joey realize？ Many times Ish asked himself the question； but he could not as yet answer it。 Yet more and more； as the summer progressed； he felt that in Joey lay the hope of the future。
All mysticism aside！ All idea of mana discounted！ Still； only Joey could keep the light burning through this dark time。
Only he could store up and transmit the great tradition of mankind！
But mere acquisition of knowledge was not all in which Joey excelled。 Even though he was only ten； he was beginning to branch out for himself； to experiment； to discover things on his own。 Indeed； that was the way he had really taught himself to read in the beginning。 To be sure； all this development was still at a childish level。
There was that matter of the jig…saw puzzles； for instance。 The children had developed a sudden craze for the puzzles； and had set about rifling some of the stores。 Ish had watched them at their play； and at first Joey had not been as good as the others。 He seemed to lack some basic spatial sense。 Sometimes he tried to join pieces which obviously did not fit； and the others indignantly told him so。 Joey had been irked at his inferiority； and for a while had withdrawn from the game。
Then Joey had suddenly got a new idea of how to go about it。 He collected himself a number of pieces bearing the same shade of yellow； and thus was able to put them together more rapidly and make better progress than the other children。
When he proudly displayed what he had done； the others were impressed。 But even after he had explained his system； they did not want to adopt it。
〃What's the use anyway！〃 Weston had argued。 〃We might be able to do it faster your way； but it wouldn't be any more fun； and nobody cares how soon we get this finished。〃
Betty had agreed。 〃Yes； it's no fun just going through all the work； picking up the yellow pieces and the blue pieces and the red pieces； and putting them in different places！〃
Joey； Ish noticed； could not put up a good argument for his method； and yet Ish could understand his motives。 In the first place； granted there was no need to finish the puzzle in a hurry； still to work efficiently was just as natural and as pleasant for Joey as not to crawl when he could walk。 Besides； he had the petitive spirit； the old…time drive； so characteristic of Americans； for getting to the front。 Lacking a native gift for distinguishing shapes； really as much a physical endowment as having strong muscles； he had seen the way to take the lead by intellectual means。 He had 〃used his head；〃 as they once had liked to say。
Though the 〃discovery〃 was at all remarkable only because made by so young a child； still Ish was pleased to note that it was the discovery of one phase of classification； that basic tool of man's progress。 Logic rested upon classification； language； too…by its nouns and verbs grouping things and actions into neat workable partments。 Only by his discovery of classification had man been able to impose some workable degree of order upon the infinite apparent disorder of the natural world。
Ish saw Joey's experimental mind also at work with language。 To him language was not merely a practical matter； an unconscious implement used to express wants and feelings。 Language to him was also a wonderful plaything。 He had； for instance； a sense of puns and of rhymes； although none of the other children showed much interest in such things。 He liked riddles。
One day Ish heard him asking a riddle of the other children。 〃I made this one up myself；〃 Joey was saying proudly。 〃Why are a man； a bull； a fish； and a snake all alike？〃
The other children were not much interested。
〃Because they all eat things；〃 Betty suggested languidly。
〃That's too simple；〃 said Joey。 〃Everything eats things。 Birds eat things too。〃
They made one or two other suggestions； and then there came up a suggestion to run off and do something else。 Joey saw that he was in immediate danger of losing his audience； to prevent plete anticlimax； he had to e out with his own answer。 〃Why； they're all alike because not one of them can fly！〃
At the moment Ish was not impressed with the riddle； but as he thought about it afterwards。 he felt that it was a highly developed and curious kind of ten…year…old mind which could evolve the idea of negative likeness。 And into Ish's mind popped suddenly an old definition： 〃Genius is the capacity for seeing what is not there。〃 Of course； like every other definition of genius； that one could be shot to pieces also； because it obviously included the madman； as well as the genius。 Yet there might be something in it； too； the great thinkers of the world must necessarily have made their reputations by sensing what was not there and looking for it and discovering it； but the first requisite for making the discovery； unless it depended upon mere luck； was the realization that something unseen was there to be discovered； something lacking in the picture。
This was Joey's summer for experiment apparently； and one day he came home reeling strangely and with a strong smell of liquor on his breath。 The story came out that he； along with Walt and Weston； had visited one of the liquorstores in the nearest business district。 This was a problem that Ish had often considered。 He had once even gone into one of the stores and started opening and emptying the bottles。 After an hour's work； however； he had found that he had made too little progress； the project was obviously impossible； and the children must take their chances with an unlimited liquor supply。 And yet； when he thought about it； the situation for his children was not so different from that which he himself had experienced。 In those days his father had always had a shelf holding a bottle or two of whiskey and brandy and sherry； and there would have been nothing to stop Ish from carrying on a clandestine experiment of his own。 He had not； and so also his own children and grandchildren apparently were not greatly attracted by the unlimited stores available to them。 In fact； drunkenness had never been a problem in the munity at all。 Perhaps the simpler life they were leading took away the need for such stimulation； or perhaps the mere fact that alcohol； like air； was free to everyone； removed the lure of difficulty which had previously surrounded it。
As for Joey； Ish was pleased to see that the little fellow had still been sufficiently clever to drink only a small amount…not enough to make him really sick or even to make him pass out。 He had obviously again been showing off before the older boys； and had again succeeded in impressing them； they had e home in worse shape than he。
Nevertheless Joey was definitely tipsy； and made no objection to being put immediately to bed。 ish took the opportunity to sit at the bedside； and to deliver a lecture on the dangers of too much and too reckless experimentation； particularly if it was designed chiefly to show off before others。 He looked down at the small face in the bed； with its big eyes。 There was intelligence in the eyes； and he knew that in spite of being tipsy； Joey was prehending。 There was also sympathy in the eyes； as if they were again saying to Ish； 〃We understand together。 We both know things。 We are not like these others。〃
In a sudden flood of affection for his youngest son； Ish reached down and took one of the little hands in his own。 He saw an answering look of affection e into the big eyes； and suddenly Ish knew that behind all the boyish bumptiousness； Joey was really a timid。 sensitive child； just as he himself had once been。 In fact； Joey's brashness was only the expression of timidity gone too far the other way。
〃Joey； boy；〃 he said impulsively； 〃why do you keep straining so hard？ Weston and Walt…they're two years older than you are。 Why don't you go easier？ In ten years…twenty years…you'll be away ahead of anything they can do。〃
He saw the boy smile slightly； happily。 But Ish knew that the happiness was merely that a new…found sympathy with his father； not at an impression that the words might have made。 Any child； even a precocious one like Joey； lived in the present； to talk of ten years awa
