Part 16 (1/2)
We s ie was a bonny lassie and I liked to kiss and cuddle her, but kissin' and cuddlin' are a very s in Maggie that I was aye lookin' for, but cud never find Aye, I tried to find it in other lassies, but I never fund it”
”What was it you wanted to find, Dauvit?”
Dauvit paused
”Ye ie was a bonny lassie wi' a heart o' gold, but she hadna a soul Wud ye like to ken what stoppit h Zoar?
Man, I said to ie in ie, I want ye, lassie!'”
He had to light his pipe here
”Weelaweel, we got to the toll bar and I said: 'Maggie, we'll sit doon on the bank for a while' So we sat doon, and I was just tryin' to screw up e when she pointed to the settin' sun 'I'd like a dress like that, only bonnier,' she said Man, doold and purpleand syne I kent that Maggie was nae wife for me I kent that she had nae soul”
After a time I remarked: ”And so, Dauvit, you are a bachelor because you were a poet!”
He busied hiie married Bob Wilson the fare turned oot a happy one, for Bob never rose abune neeps and tatties in his life” Dauvit sighed ”But I sometimes used to look at the twa o' them when their bairns were roond their knees, and syne I used to gie a big _Daw back to my wee hoose and mak my ain tea”
”It doesna pay to hae a soul, doh
”Perhaps you could have given her a soul, Dauvit,” I said
He shook his head with decision
”Na, do ye're born wi'; if it isna there it canna be put there You say that I'm a poet, and you may be richt; there may be a wee bit o' the artist in me, and ye never heard o' an artist that was happily married Wumman and art are opposites, and a man canna marry both”
”That is true, Dauvit But art is the feminine side of a man's nature; it is the woman in himand the woman is superfluous to him, for she becoht impressed Dauvit
”Noo I understand Rabbie Burns,” he cried ”Rabbie cudna love a wumman because he loved the wumman in himsel She was the wife that bore his bairns--his poems” He paused, and a pained look came to his face
”There may be a poet in me, dominie,” he said ruefully, ”but she has borne lorious Miltonsand I wud ha' been better if I had ie and talked aboot neeps and tatties a' my life”
”You couldn't have done it, Dauvit,” I said as I rose to go
From the door I looked back at the old man as he stared at the fender
One of the analysts says that the flirt is suffering froot over his infantile love for his ain in wo at one flower and then flying on to another
I suspect that many a bachelor is a bachelor because his early love is fixed on thetheir children I have heard grownin pain call on their mothers
It is a hard task for parents, but they must always try to break their children's fixation upon the father-coirl who had no interest in young men; all her interest was in men with beards No ed to mention her father”Father says!” She will probably e It is well-known that boys of seventeen often fall in love oirls usually fall in love withfor a substitute for the y of the irl of sixteen is rasp I think that in most cases the man's love interest is fixed away back in childhood; often the girl of sixteen is a substitute for a beloved sister Perhaps on the other hand, athat he wants to find at once a wife and a child
Few of us realise how much of our love interest is fixed in the past