Continued discussion between Helmstone and Standard, Hautboy's return

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# Continued discussion between Helmstone and Standard, Hautboy's return ## Overview This scene, titled "Continued discussion between Helmstone and Standard, Hautboy's return," is an extracted textual segment from the file [billy_budd.txt](arke:01KG6FXSCNX5F3D880P3YP3PKR). It spans lines 7050 to 7141 of the source text. This scene is part of the larger [Test Collection](arke:01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H). ## Context The scene is situated within the "THE FIDDLER" section of the source text [billy_budd.txt](arke:01KG6FXSCNX5F3D880P3YP3PKR). It follows the scene titled [The discussion at Taylor's, Hautboy's departure](arke:01KG6GMC0F6392J31CGXX5N47B), where Hautboy had briefly departed. This scene immediately precedes [Visit to Hautboy's rooms, his fiddling, and the revelation of his past](arke:01KG6GMC0G8Z3VRF897VJ3DHGF), which details a visit to Hautboy's residence. ## Contents The scene captures a dialogue between Helmstone and Standard, who are discussing their "new acquaintance," Hautboy. Helmstone expresses admiration for Hautboy's unique character but questions his genius, contrasting Hautboy's cheerful, contented nature with the traditional image of a "lank" genius. Standard, in turn, probes Helmstone's views, introducing the historical figure of Master Betty to further the discussion on genius and perceived ordinariness. The conversation is interrupted by Hautboy's blithe return, reseating himself with the two men.

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Continued discussion between Helmstone and Standard, Hautboy's return

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‘Well, Helmstone,’ said Standard, inaudibly drumming on the slab, ‘what do you think of your new acquaintance?’ The two last words tingled with a peculiar and novel significance. ‘New acquaintance indeed,’ echoed I. ‘Standard, I owe you a thousand thanks for introducing me to one of the most singular men I have ever seen. It needed the optical sight of such a man to believe in the possibility of his existence.’ ‘You rather like him, then,’ said Standard, with ironical dryness. ‘I hugely love and admire him, Standard. I wish I were Hautboy.’ ‘Ah? That’s a pity now. There’s only one Hautboy in the world.’ This last remark set me to pondering again, and somehow it revived my dark mood. ‘His wonderful cheerfulness, I suppose,’ said I, sneering with spleen, ‘originates not less in a felicitous fortune than in a felicitous temper. His great good sense is apparent; but great good sense may exist without sublime endowments. Nay, I take it, in certain cases, that good sense is simply owing to the absence of those. Much more, cheerfulness. Unpossessed of genius, Hautboy is eternally blessed.’ ‘Ah? You would not think him an extraordinary genius, then?’ ‘Genius? What! such a short, fat fellow a genius! Genius, like Cassius, is lank.’ ‘Ah? But could you not fancy that Hautboy might formerly have had genius, but luckily getting rid of it, at last fatted up?’ ‘For a genius to get rid of his genius is as impossible as for a man in the galloping consumption to get rid of that.’ ‘Ah? You speak very decidedly.’ ‘Yes, Standard,’ cried I, increasing in spleen, ‘your cheery Hautboy, after all, is no pattern, no lesson for you and me. With average abilities; opinions clear, because circumscribed; passions docile, because they are feeble; a temper hilarious, because he was born to it--how can your Hautboy be made a reasonable example to a heady fellow like you, or an ambitious dreamer like me? Nothing tempts him beyond common limit; in himself he has nothing to restrain. By constitution he is exempted from all moral harm. Could ambition but prick him; had he but once heard applause, or endured contempt, a very different man would your Hautboy be. Acquiescent and calm from the cradle to the grave, he obviously slides through the crowd.’ ‘Ah?’ ‘Why do you say _ah_ to me so strangely whenever I speak?’ ‘Did you ever hear of Master Betty?’ ‘The great English prodigy, who long ago ousted the Siddons and the Kembles from Drury Lane, and made the whole town run mad with acclamation?’ ‘The same,’ said Standard, once more inaudibly drumming on the slab. I looked at him perplexed. He seemed to be holding the master-key of our theme in mysterious reserve; seemed to be throwing out his Master Betty, too, to puzzle me only the more. ‘What under heaven can Master Betty, the great genius and prodigy, an English boy twelve years old, have to do with the poor, commonplace plodder Hautboy, an American of forty?’ ‘Oh, nothing in the least. I don’t imagine that they ever saw each other. Besides, Master Betty must be dead and buried long ere this.’ ‘Then why cross the ocean, and rifle the grave to drag his remains into this living discussion?’ ‘Absent-mindedness, I suppose. I humbly beg pardon. Proceed with your observations on Hautboy. You think he never had genius, quite too contented and happy, and fat for that--ah? You think him no pattern for men in general? affording no lesson of value to neglected merit, genius ignored, or impotent presumption rebuked?--all of which three amount to much the same thing. You admire his cheerfulness, while scorning his commonplace soul. Poor Hautboy, how sad that your very cheerfulness should, by a by-blow, bring you despite!’ ‘I don’t say I scorn him; you are unjust. I simply declare that he is no pattern for me.’ A sudden noise at my side attracted my ear. Turning, I saw Hautboy again, who very blithely reseated himself on the chair he had left.

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Continued discussion between Helmstone and Standard, Hautboy's return