The May issue of The New Criterion contains a typically memorable essay by Anthony Daniels comparing Swift and Johnson, specifically with respect to the deep pessimism about human affairs that they held in common. I laughed at this passage, which describes a psychological pattern with which I am very familiar:
That life is a trial was Swift’s view also. Perhaps the fact that his father died before he was born, leaving his mother very poor, and that his nurse virtually kidnapped him from his mother for three years, without her apparently making any great efforts to recuperate him, lent a certain jaundice to his outlook. Experience early confirmed for him the vanity of human wishes. He wrote, in a famous letter to Lord Bolingbroke:
I remember, when I was a little boy, I felt a great fish at the end of my line which I drew up almost on the ground, but it dropped in, and the disappointment vexes me to this very day, and I believe it was the type of all my future disappointments.
It is no answer that, if he had caught the great fish, he would have been satisfied: for he would have complained that, once landed, it was not as big as he had supposed; or that adults removed it from him as soon as they saw him with it, and he was never allowed to see it again; or that its flesh was far less delicious than he had anticipated, being dry or muddy in flavor; or that the satisfaction of the meal was soon over.
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