11 October 2013

Compose Yourself to Your Pudding

Thomas Carlyle, The Life of John Sterling (London: Chapman and Hall, 1851), pp. 51-52:
If you want to make sudden fortunes in [the world], and achieve the temporary hallelujah of flunkies for yourself, renounce the perennial esteem of wise men; if you can believe that the chief end of man is to collect about him a bigger heap of gold than ever before, in a shorter time than ever before, you will find it a most handy and every way furthersome, blessed and felicitous world. But for any other human aim, I think you will find it not furthersome. If you in any way ask practically, How a noble life is to be led in it? you will be luckier than Sterling or I if you get any credible answer, or find any made road whatever. Alas, it is even so. Your heart's question, if it be of that sort, most things and persons will answer with a "Nonsense! Noble life is in Drury Lane, and wears yellow boots. You fool, compose yourself to your pudding!"
Evelyn De Morgan, The Worship of Mammon (1909)