Those fine young fellows: Bencdick. and Ulaudio, fought- together during the wars. Upon their return Claudio fell in: love with Hero, and Benedick, commenting upon the matter said: 'I have Known when there was. no music for him but the drum and. the fife, and now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe; I have Known whort he would walla ten mile afoot to see a good armour, and now will ko lie ten nights awake carving the fashion ofa new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the per~ pose like an honest man and. a soldier: and now is he turned orthography; his words are very fantastical banquet, just 80 many strange dishe There is no doubt that falling in ove is a devastating experience. As Stevenson says: It is the one Mogical adventure, the one~ thing we are tempted to think is supernatural in our trite and reasonable world,' The effects are out of all proportion with the cause. A young man, for up apparent reason falls love with a girl, and immediately hho is transformed. He forsa Literature gives" us charming examples of this remarkable pheno omenon. I have always felt a [special delight in 'Miss Shepherd':
'Miss Shepherd is a board Misses Nottingall's esta lore, Mise Shepherd, I a spencer, with id' curly flaxen hair. When 1 am Gathedral T cannot look upon. my book for I mast look upon horlaters chou 1 martial music and delights in plaintive love songs; he becomes articular about his clothes, spends uch time brushing his hair, becomes ashamed: of the raciness of his-own language. He realizes with acute disappointment not only his own deficiencies but those of hi ing propitious school. T have Miss friends, and doubts. whether they 8h. for my partner. I touch are really worthy of entering the Society of the beloved. When David Copperfield, aged 17," fell in love with the eldest Miss Larkins he guffered one of these tray formations, In describing his ecstatic condition ho says: can find no relief except in wearing my best. necktie, and cleaning my boots continually," Somehow I seem worthier of. the-eldest Miss Larkin then. I" worry continually about my age, Well, say Tam. 17, and that,17.is father young for 30, what of that? Besides, I shall be 21 in no time almost..+s Devon walk in Shepherd's glove, and feel a thrill go up. the Jacket, and come out say nothing to Miss understand each other. Miss Shop! fand. myself live but to be unite py. de T acerety give oise Shen-mute of any regular crack even they are appropriate' to Miss Shop! Soft "seedy" bewise, Shepherd inthe cloak:
Bestasy! What ts my disgust next day to find that the Misses ingalt's have stood her in the stocks for turning in her toes'. sickly, spoony manner, round and house after the family to bed, wondering which Miss Larkins's cham-daresay now, on Mr. Larkins's instead), wishing that a fire would break out; that the assembled crowd would stand appalled; that T, dashing through them with a ladder, might rear it against her window, save her in my arms, go back for something she had left behind, and perish in the flam The man in love, says G. Wilkinson in. "The Listener," sees nothing comic in his behaviour. Everything he does seems natural, normal, The only extraordinary thing t him fs that he should have Deauty and charm of the gi who ived 20 long without realizing th
now dominates his life. He wonders why others fail to sre what he sees, and makes frantic attempts to" open the eyes of his friends. Tt is only then that: ho realizes the inadequacy of words, and perhaps for the first time in his life finds virtue Postty, But though his conduct Seems normal to. himself, it is anything but normal to is friends. They sce him, an ardent cricketer, devoting Saturday. afternoons to Tong country walks. Instead of "playing: bridge or billiards they find that he has developed a passion for symphony concerts. 'They had planned' a magnificent holiday—a Jong tramp over the moors, but with something like despair' they find that he is not very keen about tramping this year, and that heA\as arranged to go to Ensthourne—where she is going. With a fine sense of loyalty they bein to look at the young lady who has caused this bewildering transformation, They look at her hopefully, curious-attentively—and then they give it! yp. Plainly something has. happened that is outside the ordinary lan of life. They forget that: lover and the mail compact: "pelt can hold.
That Is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Soon Telen's beauty in a brow of "Not Being in love, they' naturally fail to pee the. beauty of Helen inthe young lady who-has inspired.
such turbulent emotions in: their old:
This little extract is, of course from "David Copperfield." Dickens was singularly happy in his deseription of children's love affairs.
You will find descriptions of love affairs in almost every novel you pick up. Until recently every novel had to have such a description. The very first definition of a novel I heard yas: 'A novel is a long story containing a love element'—a very inadequate definition, but one Jwhich certainly emphasizes the point. Frequently, but not always, the novelist shows the lover. from the point of view of the observer—so that he seems, ridiculous, or at least comic. Occasionally we are permitted to see the other side—the ardent sincerity of the lover. Sometimes we are iven a picture which shows both sides at onco—so that we laugh at the lover, and sympathize with him at the same time. Perhaps the description of Traddles illustrates this best of all:
"Now, Copperfield, you! are so exactly what you used to be, with that agreo-Bole face, and it's so pleasant to see You, that T shall concert nothing from "Therefore, you must. know that oe" She is a curate's con ce At gino jieite'olaer than me, but the dearest girll told you T was going out of fownt I had been down there. walked there, and T walked T'had the most. deli likely' to be ratheer 8 we always it, Copperfield. till she age You like to men Ton, for to laugh at Traddles; jealous. But we hesitate; so sincere and so human, Charles Lamb complained about the exclusiveness of—lovers. They treated everybody else as being unworthy, contemptible. There nothing of this in Traddles. He makes us forget our common sensi and enter. into his emotions. Fo the moment we also are in love with the dearest girl; and take an extravagant pride in the preposterous. plant pot and stand. It is: nob easy: to. write a love scene without
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