Capitolo 35
gives gracefully. 'Me suffered I admit him. Abuses exist, unhappily; and
while they continues face so, it is not better it them you/they should imagine
them as me that as of the other and probably less deserving
individual?'
'No, it is not, clearly. Me very I should prefer that one of them
been imagined as me.'
'Ah, clearly. From Your his/her own subjective point of view severely
that is very natural. I abstractly look also at the question from
the side of the empirical ego, and correctly he/she deduces a corresponding
conclusion. Only, then you see, the terms of the smaller premiss are
fortunately it reversed.'
'Well, my dear individual', says the parish priest, 'the fact around the
tea-things are these. You eat on Your income, you devour Your substance
in the rebellious way of living; I prefer to banquet my eyes and my ears to mine grosser
senses. You supper to tall table, and it sumptuously goes every day;
I take a grounds of ownership common of cold steer for lunch, and it have tea by an egg
and it rolls in my his/her own rooms at seven o'clock. You drink St. Emilion or still
hock; I drink water from the good or the cup that to the health but
not the obfuscates. Difference goes to pay for the china. Face
likewise, and with Your non said wealth you would play Aunt Sally to
Blue Oriental, and he/she takes rooster-hit with a boot-car jack to hawthorn-model
vases.'
'In every case, Berkeley, you succeed in always finding the value of Your money
of fun out of Your money.'
'Clearly, because I placed out me to do him/it. You buy a bottle of
champagne, drinks away it, and you have there to show for the Your total
permanent investment on the operation the memory of a noisy evening
and a headache next morning. You buy a flute or a book of poems,
or a small portrait or a base of Palissy, and you have anything
to turn to with delight and the admiration for half a life.'
'Ah, but it is not each that can so suddenly keep to
from the world common and alive so entirely in his really little
heaven of art as You is able, my dear individual. Not omnia possumus