the world i live in-海伦·凯勒自传(英文版)-第9章

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shut　the　window。　But　that　was　not　thought　in　any　sense。　It　was　the　same
kind　of　association　that　makes　animals　take　shelter　from　the　rain。　From
the　same　instinct　of　aping　others；　I　folded　the　clothes　that　came　from
the　laundry；　and　put　mine　away；　fed　the　turkeys；　sewed　bead…eyes　on　my
doll's　face；　and　did　many　other　things　of　which　I　have　the　tactual
remembrance。　When　I　wanted　anything　I　liked；……ice…cream；　for　instance；
of　which　I　was　very　fond；……I　had　a　delicious　taste　on　my　tongue　（which；
by　the　way；　I　never　have　now）；　and　in　my　hand　I　felt　the　turning　of　the
freezer。　I　made　the　sign；　and　my　mother　knew　I　wanted　ice…cream。　I
〃thought〃　and　desired　in　my　fingers。　If　I　had　made　a　man；　I　should
certainly　have　put　the　brain　and　soul　in　his　finger…tips。　From
reminiscences　like　these　I　conclude　that　it　is　the　opening　of　the　two
faculties；　freedom　of　will；　or　choice；　and　rationality；　or　the　power　of
thinking　from　one　thing　to　another；　which　makes　it　possible　to　e　into
being　first　as　a　child；　afterwards　as　a　man。

Since　I　had　no　power　of　thought；　I　did　not　pare　one　mental　state　with
another。　So　I　was　not　conscious　of　any　change　or　process　going　on　in　my
brain　when　my　teacher　began　to　instruct　me。　I　merely　felt　keen　delight
in　obtaining　more　easily　what　I　wanted　by　means　of　the　finger　motions
she　taught　me。　I　thought　only　of　objects；　and　only　objects　I　wanted。　It
was　the　turning　of　the　freezer　on　a　larger　scale。　When　I　learned　the
meaning　of　〃I〃　and　〃me〃　and　found　that　I　was　something；　I　began　to
think。　Then　consciousness　first　existed　for　me。　Thus　it　was　not　the
sense　of　touch　that　brought　me　knowledge。　It　was　the　awakening　of　my
soul　that　first　rendered　my　senses　their　value；　their　cognizance　of
objects；　names；　qualities；　and　properties。　Thought　made　me　conscious　of
love；　joy；　and　all　the　emotions。　I　was　eager　to　know；　then　to
understand；　afterward　to　reflect　on　what　I　knew　and　understood；　and　the
blind　impetus；　which　had　before　driven　me　hither　and　thither　at　the
dictates　of　my　sensations；　vanished　forever。

I　cannot　represent　more　clearly　than　any　one　else　the　gradual　and　subtle
changes　from　first　impressions　to　abstract　ideas。　But　I　know　that　my
physical　ideas；　that　is；　ideas　derived　from　material　objects；　appear　to
me　first　an　idea　similar　to　those　of　touch。　Instantly　they　pass　into
intellectual　meanings。　Afterward　the　meaning　finds　expression　in　what　is
called　〃inner　speech。〃　When　I　was　a　child；　my　inner　speech　was　inner
spelling。　Although　I　am　even　now　frequently　caught　spelling　to　myself　on
my　fingers；　yet　I　talk　to　myself；　too；　with　my　lips；　and　it　is　true　that
when　I　first　learned　to　speak；　my　mind　discarded　the　finger…symbols　and
began　to　articulate。　However；　when　I　try　to　recall　what　some　one　has
said　to　me；　I　am　conscious　of　a　hand　spelling　into　mine。

It　has　often　been　asked　what　were　my　earliest　impressions　of　the　world
in　which　I　found　myself。　But　one　who　thinks　at　all　of　his　first
impressions　knows　what　a　riddle　this　is。　Our　impressions　grow　and　change
unnoticed；　so　that　what　we　suppose　we　thought　as　children　may　be　quite
different　from　what　we　actually　experienced　in　our　childhood。　I　only
know　that　after　my　education　began　the　world　which　came　within　my　reach
was　all　alive。　I　spelled　to　my　blocks　and　my　dogs。　I　sympathized　with
plants　when　the　flowers　were　picked；　because　I　thought　it　hurt　them；
and　that　they　grieved　for　their　lost　blossoms。　It　was　two　years　before　I
could　be　made　to　believe　that　my　dogs　did　not　understand　what　I　said；
and　I　always　apologized　to　them　when　I　ran　into　or　stepped　on　them。

As　my　experiences　broadened　and　deepened；　the　indeterminate；　poetic
feelings　of　childhood　began　to　fix　themselves　in　definite　thoughts。
Nature……the　world　I　could　touch……was　folded　and　filled　with　myself。　I　am
inclined　to　believe　those　philosophers　who　declare　that　we　know　nothing
but　our　own　feelings　and　ideas。　With　a　little　ingenious　reasoning　one
may　see　in　the　material　world　simply　a　mirror；　an　image　of　permanent
mental　sensations。　In　either　sphere　self…knowledge　is　the　condition　and
the　limit　of　our　consciousness。　That　is　why；　perhaps；　many　people　know
so　little　about　what　is　beyond　their　short　range　of　experience。　They
look　within　themselves……and　find　nothing！　Therefore　they　conclude　that
there　is　nothing　outside　themselves；　either。

However　that　may　be；　I　came　later　to　look　for　an　image　of　my　emotions
and　sensations　in　others。　I　had　to　learn　the　outward　signs　of　inward
feelings。　The　start　of　fear；　the　suppressed；　controlled　tensity　of　pain；
the　beat　of　happy　muscles　in　others；　had　to　be　perceived　and　pared
with　my　own　experiences　before　I　could　trace　them　back　to　the　intangible
soul　of　another。　Groping；　uncertain；　I　at　last　found　my　identity；　and
after　seeing　my　thoughts　and　feelings　repeated　in　others；　I　gradually
constructed　my　world　of　men　and　of　God。　As　I　read　and　study；　I　find
that　this　is　what　the　rest　of　the　race　has　done。　Man　looks　within
himself　and　in　time　finds　the　measure　and　the　meaning　of　the　universe。




THE　LARGER　SANCTIONS




XII

THE　LARGER　SANCTIONS


SO；　in　the　midst　of　life；　eager；　imperious　life；　the　deaf…blind　child；
fettered　to　the　bare　rock　of　circumstance；　spider…like；　sends　out
gossamer　threads　of　thought　into　the　measureless　void　that　surrounds
him。　Patiently　he　explores　the　dark；　until　he　builds　up　a　knowledge　of
the　world　he　lives　in；　and　his　soul　meets　the　beauty　of　the　world；　where
the　sun　shines　always；　and　the　birds　sing。　To　the　blind　child　the　dark
is　kindly。　In　it　he　finds　nothing　extraordinary　or　terrible。　It　is　his
familiar　world；　even　the　groping　from　place　to　place；　the　halting
steps；　the　dependence　upon　others；　do　not　seem　strange　to　him。　He　does
not　know　how　many　countless　pleasures　the　dark　shuts　out　from　him。　Not
until　he　weighs　his　life　in　the　scale　of　others'　experience　does　he
realize　what　it　is　to　live　forever　in　the　dark。　But　the　knowledge　that
teaches　him　this　bitterness　also　brings　its　consolation……spiritual
light；　the　promise　of　the　day　that　shall　be。

The　blind　child……the　deaf…blind　child……has　inherited　the　mind　of　seeing
and　hearing　ancestors……a　mind　measured　to　five　senses。　Therefore　he　must
be　influenced；　even　if　it　be　unknown　to　himself；　by　the　light；　colour；
song　which　have　been　transmitted　through　the　language　he　is　taught；　for
the　chambers　of　the　mind　are　ready　to　receive　that　language。　The　brain
of　the　race　is　so　permeated　with　colour　that　it　dyes　even　the　speech　of
the　blind。　Every　object　I　think　of　is　stained　with　the　hue　that　belongs
to　it　by　association　and　memory。　The　experience　of　the　deaf…blind
person；　in　a　world　of　seeing；　hearing　people；　is　like　that　of　a　sailor
on　an　island　where　the　inhabitants　speak　a　language　unknown　to　him；
whose　life　is　unlike　that　he　has　lived。　He　is　one；　they　are　many；　there
is　no　chance　of　promise。　He　must　learn　to　see　with　their　eyes；　to
hear　with　their　ears；　to　think　their　thoughts；　to　follow　their　ideals。

If　the　dark；　silent　world　which　surrounds　him　were　essentially　different
from　the　sunlit；　resonant　world；　it　would　be　inprehensible　to　his
kind；　and　could　never　be　discussed。　If　his　feelings　and　sensations　were
fundamentally　different　from　those　of　others；　they　would　be
inconceivable　except　to　those　who　had　similar　sensations　and　feelings。
If　the　mental　consciousness　of　the　deaf…blind　person　were　absolutely
dissimilar　to　that　of　his　fellows；　he　would　have　no　means　of　imagining
what　they　think。　Since　the　mind　of　the　sightless　is　essentially　the　same
as　that　of　the　seeing　in　that　it　admits　of　no　lack；　it　must　supply　some
sort　of　equivalent　for　missing　physical　sensations。　It　must　perceive　a
likeness　between　things　outward　and　things　inward；　a　correspondence
between　the　seen　and　the　unseen。　I　make　use　of　such　a　correspondence　in
many　relations；　and　no　matter　how　far　I　pursue　it　to　things　I　cannot
see；　it　does　not　break　under　the　test。

As　a　working　hypothesis；　correspondence　is　adequate　to　all　life；　through
the　whole　range　of　phenomena。　The　flash　of　thought　and　its　swiftness
explain　the　lightning　flash　and　the　sweep　of　a　et　through　the
heavens。　My　mental　sky　opens　to　me　the　vast　celestial　spaces；　and　I
proceed　to　fill　them　with　the　images　of　my　spiritual　stars。　I　recognize
truth　by　the　clearness　and　guidance　that　it　gives　my　thought；　and；
knowing　what　that　clearness　is；　I　can　imagine　what　light　is　to　the　eye。
It　is　not　a　convention　of　language；　but　a　forcible　feeling　of　the
reality；　that　at　times　makes　me　start　when　I　say；　〃Oh；　I　see　my
mistake！〃　or　〃How　dark；　cheerless　is　his　life！〃　I　know　these　are
metaphors。　Still；　I　must　prove　with　them；　since　there　is　nothing　in　our
language　to　replace　them。　Deaf…blind　metaphors　to　correspond　do　not
exist　and　are　not　necessary。　Because　I　can　understand　the　word　〃reflect〃
figuratively；　a　mirror　has　never　perplexed　me。　The　manner　in　which　my
imagination　perceives　absent　things　enables　me　to　see　how　glasses　can
magnify　things；　bring　them　nearer；　or　remove　them　farther。

Deny　me　this　correspondence；　this　internal　sense；　confine　me　to　the
fragmentary；　incoherent　touch…world；　and　lo；　I　bee　as　a　bat　which
wanders　about　on　the　wing。　Suppose　I　omitted　all　words　of　seeing；
hearing；　colour；　light；　landscape；　the　thousand　phenomena；　instruments
and　beauties　connected　with　them。　I　should　suffer　a　great　diminution　of
the　wonder　and　delight　in　attaining　knowledge；　also……more　dreadful
loss……my　emotions　would　be　blunted；　so　that　I　could　not　be　touched　by
things　unseen。

Has　anything　arisen　to　disprove　the　adequacy　of　correspondence？　Has　any
chamber　of　the　blind　man's　brain　been　opened　and　found　empty？　Has　any
psychologist　explored　the　mind　of　the　sightless　and　been　able　to　say；
〃There　is　no　sensation　here〃？

I　tread　the　solid　earth；　I　breathe　the　scented　air。　Out　of　these　two
experiences　I　form　numberless　associations　and　correspondences。　I
observe；　I　feel；　I　think；　I　imagine。　I　associate　the　countless　varied
impressions；　experiences；　concepts。　Out　of　these　materials　Fancy；　the
cunning　artisan　of　the　brain；　welds　an　image　which　the　sceptic　would
deny　me；　because　I　cannot　see　with　my　physical　eyes　the　changeful；
lovely　face　of　my　thought…child。　He　would　break　the　mind's　mirror。　This
spirit…vandal　would　humble　my　soul　and　force　me　to　bite　the　dust　of
material　things。　While　I　champ　the　bit　of　circumstance；　he　scourges　and
goads　me　with　the　spur　of　fact。　If　I　heeded　him；　the　sweet…visaged　earth
would　vanish　into　nothing；　and　I　should　hold　in　my　hand　nought　but　an
aimless；　soulless　lump　of　dead　matter。　But　although　the　body　physical　is
rooted　alive　to　the　Promethean　rock；　the　spirit…proud　huntress　of　the
air　will　still　pursue　the　shining；　open　highways　of　the　universe。

Blindness　has　no　limiting　effect　upon　mental　vision。　My　intellectual
horizon　is　infinitely　wide。　The　universe　it　encircles　is　immeasurable。
Would　they　who　bid　me　keep　within　the　narrow　bound　of　my　meagre　senses
demand　of　Herschel　that　he　roof　his　stellar　universe　and　give　us　back
Plato's　solid　firmament　of　glassy　spheres？　Would　they　mand　Darwin
from　the　grave　and　bid　him　blot　out　his　geological　time；　give　us　back　a
paltry　few　thousand　years？　Oh；　the　supercilious　dou