Initial meeting and observation of Hautboy

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# Initial meeting and observation of Hautboy ## Overview This is a subsection titled "Initial meeting and observation of Hautboy" extracted from the text file [billy_budd.txt](arke:01KG89J1FFTGRE9J93Z3K29NGY). It is part of the section [THE FIDDLER](arke:01KG8AKG134XQNJQR2GMS7CJ2F) within the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The subsection describes the narrator's first encounter with Hautboy at a circus. ## Context The subsection follows an [Introduction](arke:01KG8AKZPXWR8VWY8Q0XXT0D1E) where the narrator, a poet, expresses his frustration after receiving criticism. He then encounters his friend Standard, who introduces him to Hautboy. This subsection is followed by [Observation of Hautboy at Taylor's](arke:01KG8AKZPVHGWZD8V6YNCKG7NX). ## Contents The text describes the narrator's initial meeting with Hautboy and his observations of Hautboy's reactions during a circus performance. Hautboy is depicted as a jovial, ruddy-complexioned man who exudes genuine enjoyment. The narrator contrasts Hautboy's simple pleasure with his own intellectual pursuits and wounded pride, finding himself both rebuked and strangely soothed by Hautboy's unaffected joy. The narrator reflects on the audience's enthusiastic response to the clown's antics, questioning whether they would appreciate his own poetry in the same way.

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Initial meeting and observation of Hautboy

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Presently my old friend Standard rather boisterously accosted me. ‘Well met, Helmstone, my boy! Ah! what’s the matter? Haven’t been committing murder? Ain’t flying justice? You look wild!’ ‘You have seen it, then?’ said I, of course referring to the criticism. ‘Oh yes, I was there at the morning performance. Great clown, I assure you. But here comes Hautboy. Hautboy--Helmstone.’ Without having time or inclination to resent so mortifying a mistake, I was instantly soothed as I gazed on the face of the new acquaintance so unceremoniously introduced. His person was short and full, with a juvenile, animated cast to it. His complexion rurally ruddy; his eye sincere, cheery, and gray. His hair alone betrayed that he was not an overgrown boy. From his hair I set him down as forty or more. ‘Come, Standard,’ he gleefully cried to my friend, ‘are you not going to the circus? The clown is inimitable, they say. Come; Mr. Helmstone, too--come both; and circus over, we’ll take a nice stew and punch at Taylor’s.’ The sterling content, good-humour, and extraordinary ruddy, sincere expression of this most singular new acquaintance acted upon me like magic. It seemed mere loyalty to human nature to accept an invitation from so unmistakably kind and honest a heart. During the circus performance I kept my eye more on Hautboy than on the celebrated clown. Hautboy was the sight for me. Such genuine enjoyment as his struck me to the soul with a sense of the reality of the thing called happiness. The jokes of the clown he seemed to roll under his tongue as ripe magnum-bonums. Now the foot, now the hand, was employed to attest his grateful applause. At any hit more than ordinary, he turned upon Standard and me to see if his rare pleasure was shared. In a man of forty I saw a boy of twelve; and this, too, without the slightest abatement of my respect. Because all was so honest and natural, every expression and attitude so graceful with genuine good-nature, that the marvellous juvenility of Hautboy assumed a sort of divine and immortal air, like that of some forever youthful god of Greece. But much as I gazed upon Hautboy, and much as I admired his air, yet that desperate mood in which I had first rushed from the house had not so entirely departed as not to molest me with momentary returns. But from these relapses I would rouse myself, and swiftly glance round the broad amphitheatre of eagerly interested and all-applauding human faces. Hark! claps, thumps, deafening huzzas; the vast assembly seemed frantic with acclamation; and what, mused I, has caused all this? Why, the clown only comically grinned with one of his extra grins. Then I repeated in my mind that sublime passage in my poem, in which Cleothemes the Argive vindicates the justice of the war. Ay, ay, thought I to myself, did I now leap into the ring there and repeat that identical passage, nay, enact the whole tragic poem before them, would they applaud the poet as they applaud the clown? No! They would hoot me, and call me doting or mad. Then what does this prove? Your infatuation or their insensibility? Perhaps both; but indubitably the first. But why wail? Do you seek admiration from the admirers of a buffoon? Call to mind the saying of the Athenian, who, when the people vociferously applauded in the forum, asked his friend in a whisper, what foolish thing had he said? Again my eye swept the circus, and fell on the ruddy radiance of the countenance of Hautboy. But its clear honest cheeriness disdained my disdain. My intolerant pride was rebuked. And yet Hautboy dreamed not what magic reproof to a soul like mine sat on his laughing brow. At the very instant I felt the dart of the censure, his eye twinkled, his hand waved, his voice was lifted in jubilant delight at another joke of the inexhaustible clown.

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Initial meeting and observation of Hautboy