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Nostalgie de la boue |
Nostalgie de la boueI was intrigued to come across a letter in the January issue of The Countryman referring to the habit of mud-larking that used to be practised by children in some of the harbours around the Solent. Apparently this filthy habit persisted until the 1939-45 war, when it was lost without trace. Curiously enough, I can dimly remember, when I was a small child, that when my mother and I walked along the jetties of Portsmouth harbour to catch the ferry to Gosport or the Isle of Wight, we often saw small boys staggering about in the mud at low tide, waiting to be thrown pennies by passers by. My mother, I recollect, took a dim view of this begging practice and told me not to encourage the muddy little urchins. However, these urchins, so far as I can recollect, appeared always to be enjoying their mud-larking, although it was an activity for which I had no sympathy. Since then, I have come across a strange expression, la nostalgie de la boue, in a play called 'Le marriage d'Olympe' by the French author Emile Augier, dated 1855. Part of the dialogue runs thus: Put a duck on a lake among some swans, and you'll see he'll miss his pond and eventually return to it ... Longing to be back in the mud. Now, although this may seem to be a very minor idea, it could have great importance in the sphere of education and training. If Augier's assertion can be accepted, then, however much you try to better their lot, children brought up in an atmosphere of dirt and degradation will tend to revert to the old slime on the slightest excuse. This principle could be applicable to all walks of life, from nursery school onwards. It could provide an unanswerable argument against keeping people in squalor, against sending people into penal institutions where the mud will stick, or against allowing people to accept compromise situations where their professional standards will be depressed by the influence of sleaze around them from which their fellows are making profit. The implication of all this is that any pretence that it is more expensive to create a crystal-clear swan lake rather than a muddy duck-wallow is hypocrisy of the worst order.
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