Miss Prism.
Cecily! I am surprised at you. Mr. Worthing has many troubles
in his life. Idle merriment and triviality would be out of place in his
conversation. You must remember his constant anxiety about that
unfortunate young man his brother.
Cecily.
I wish Uncle Jack would allow that unfortunate young man, his
brother, to come down here sometimes. We might have a good influence
over him, Miss Prism. I am sure you certainly would. You know German, and
geology, and things of that kind influence a man very much. [
Cecily
begins
to write in her diary.]
Miss Prism.
[Shaking her head.] I do not think that even I could produce
any effect on a character that according to his own brother’s admission is
irretrievably weak and vacillating. Indeed I am not sure that I would desire
to reclaim him. I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad
people into good people at a moment’s notice. As a man sows so let him
reap. You must put away your diary,
Cecily. I really don’t see why you
should keep a diary at all.
Cecily.
I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I
didn’t write them down, I should probably forget all about them.
Miss Prism.
Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with
us.
Cecily.
Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened,
and couldn’t possibly have happened. I believe that Memory is responsible
for nearly all the three-volume novels that Mudie sends us.
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