{"id":"01KG8AK8N5AG119P1GN82WM7S0","cid":"bafkreidl7quyn47udbzuasmlhh37lt7aseu4yxf6ve7h3abjhup4vupm6e","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1300,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.722Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","start_line":1230,"text":"CHAPTER V\r\n\r\nTHE MAN WITH THE WEED MAKES IT AN EVEN QUESTION WHETHER HE BE A GREAT\r\nSAGE OR A GREAT SIMPLETON.\r\n\r\n\r\n\"Well, there is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that\r\nis not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is. Dear good man. Poor\r\nbeating heart!\"\r\n\r\nIt was the man with the weed, not very long after quitting the merchant,\r\nmurmuring to himself with his hand to his side like one with the\r\nheart-disease.\r\n\r\nMeditation over kindness received seemed to have softened him something,\r\ntoo, it may be, beyond what might, perhaps, have been looked for from\r\none whose unwonted self-respect in the hour of need, and in the act of\r\nbeing aided, might have appeared to some not wholly unlike pride out of\r\nplace; and pride, in any place, is seldom very feeling. But the truth,\r\nperhaps, is, that those who are least touched with that vice, besides\r\nbeing not unsusceptible to goodness, are sometimes the ones whom a\r\nruling sense of propriety makes appear cold, if not thankless, under a\r\nfavor. For, at such a time, to be full of warm, earnest words, and\r\nheart-felt protestations, is to create a scene; and well-bred people\r\ndislike few things more than that; which would seem to look as if the\r\nworld did not relish earnestness; but, not so; because the world, being\r\nearnest itself, likes an earnest scene, and an earnest man, very well,\r\nbut only in their place--the stage. See what sad work they make of it,\r\nwho, ignorant of this, flame out in Irish enthusiasm and with Irish\r\nsincerity, to a benefactor, who, if a man of sense and respectability,\r\nas well as kindliness, can but be more or less annoyed by it; and, if of\r\na nervously fastidious nature, as some are, may be led to think almost\r\nas much less favorably of the beneficiary paining him by his gratitude,\r\nas if he had been guilty of its contrary, instead only of an\r\nindiscretion. But, beneficiaries who know better, though they may feel\r\nas much, if not more, neither inflict such pain, nor are inclined to run\r\nany risk of so doing. And these, being wise, are the majority. By which\r\none sees how inconsiderate those persons are, who, from the absence of\r\nits officious manifestations in the world, complain that there is not\r\nmuch gratitude extant; when the truth is, that there is as much of it as\r\nthere is of modesty; but, both being for the most part votarists of the\r\nshade, for the most part keep out of sight.\r\n\r\nWhat started this was, to account, if necessary, for the changed air of\r\nthe man with the weed, who, throwing off in private the cold garb of\r\ndecorum, and so giving warmly loose to his genuine heart, seemed almost\r\ntransformed into another being. This subdued air of softness, too, was\r\ntoned with melancholy, melancholy unreserved; a thing which, however at\r\nvariance with propriety, still the more attested his earnestness; for\r\none knows not how it is, but it sometimes happens that, where\r\nearnestness is, there, also, is melancholy.\r\n\r\nAt the time, he was leaning over the rail at the boat's side, in his\r\npensiveness, unmindful of another pensive figure near--a young gentleman\r\nwith a swan-neck, wearing a lady-like open shirt collar, thrown back,\r\nand tied with a black ribbon. From a square, tableted-broach, curiously\r\nengraved with Greek characters, he seemed a collegian--not improbably, a\r\nsophomore--on his travels; possibly, his first. A small book bound in\r\nRoman vellum was in his hand.\r\n\r\nOverhearing his murmuring neighbor, the youth regarded him with some\r\nsurprise, not to say interest. But, singularly for a collegian, being\r\napparently of a retiring nature, he did not speak; when the other still\r\nmore increased his diffidence by changing from soliloquy to colloquy, in\r\na manner strangely mixed of familiarity and pathos.\r\n\r\n\"Ah, who is this? You did not hear me, my young friend, did you? Why,\r\nyou, too, look sad. My melancholy is not catching!\"\r\n\r\n\"Sir, sir,\" stammered the other.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJRSJDR0VDE83NPAST6V","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK8N5TR9TFPP707ZXPHZ4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:58.629Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:06.565Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}