WHAT IS MAN? AND OTHER ESSAYS OF MARK TWAIN

not at all.” Go on.

O.M. The iron’s prejudice against ridding itself of the

cumbering rock. To make it more exact, the iron’s absolute

INDIFFERENCE as to whether the rock be removed or not. Then

comes the OUTSIDE INFLUENCE and grinds the rock to powder and

sets the ore free. The IRON in the ore is still captive. An

OUTSIDE INFLUENCE smelts it free of the clogging ore. The iron

is emancipated iron, now, but indifferent to further progress.

An OUTSIDE INFLUENCE beguiles it into the Bessemer furnace and

refines it into steel of the first quality. It is educated, now

–its training is complete. And it has reached its limit. By no

possible process can it be educated into GOLD. Will you set that

down?

Y.M. Yes. “Everything has its limit–iron ore cannot be

educated into gold.”

O.M. There are gold men, and tin men, and copper men, and

leaden mean, and steel men, and so on–and each has the

limitations of his nature, his heredities, his training, and his

environment. You can build engines out of each of these metals,

and they will all perform, but you must not require the weak ones

to do equal work with the strong ones. In each case, to get the

best results, you must free the metal from its obstructing

prejudicial ones by education–smelting, refining, and so forth.

Y.M. You have arrived at man, now?

O.M. Yes. Man the machine–man the impersonal engine.

Whatsoever a man is, is due to his MAKE, and to the INFLUENCES

brought to bear upon it by his heredities, his habitat, his

associations. He is moved, directed, COMMANDED, by EXTERIOR

influences–SOLELY. He ORIGINATES nothing, not even a thought.

Y.M. Oh, come! Where did I get my opinion that this which

you are talking is all foolishness?

O.M. It is a quite natural opinion–indeed an inevitable

opinion–but YOU did not create the materials out of which it is

formed. They are odds and ends of thoughts, impressions,

feelings, gathered unconsciously from a thousand books, a

thousand conversations, and from streams of thought and feeling

which have flowed down into your heart and brain out of the

hearts and brains of centuries of ancestors. PERSONALLY you did

not create even the smallest microscopic fragment of the

materials out of which your opinion is made; and personally you

cannot claim even the slender merit of PUTTING THE BORROWED

MATERIALS TOGETHER. That was done AUTOMATICALLY–by your mental

machinery, in strict accordance with the law of that machinery’s

construction. And you not only did not make that machinery

yourself, but you have NOT EVEN ANY COMMAND OVER IT.

Y.M. This is too much. You think I could have formed no

opinion but that one?

O.M. Spontaneously? No. And YOU DID NOT FORM THAT ONE;

your machinery did it for you–automatically and instantly,

without reflection or the need of it.

Y.M. Suppose I had reflected? How then?

O.M. Suppose you try?

Y.M. (AFTER A QUARTER OF AN HOUR.) I have reflected.

O.M. You mean you have tried to change your opinion–as an

experiment?

Y.M. Yes.

O.M. With success?

Y.M. No. It remains the same; it is impossible to change

it.

O.M. I am sorry, but you see, yourself, that your mind is

merely a machine, nothing more. You have no command over it, it

has no command over itself–it is worked SOLELY FROM THE OUTSIDE.

That is the law of its make; it is the law of all machines.

Y.M. Can’t I EVER change one of these automatic opinions?

O.M. No. You can’t yourself, but EXTERIOR INFLUENCES can

do it.

Y.M. And exterior ones ONLY?

O.M. Yes–exterior ones only.

Y.M. That position is untenable–I may say ludicrously

untenable.

O.M. What makes you think so?

Y.M. I don’t merely think it, I know it. Suppose I resolve

to enter upon a course of thought, and study, and reading, with

the deliberate purpose of changing that opinion; and suppose I

succeed. THAT is not the work of an exterior impulse, the whole

of it is mine and personal; for I originated the project.

O.M. Not a shred of it. IT GREW OUT OF THIS TALK WITH ME.

But for that it would not have occurred to you. No man ever

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