Moxons Master 3

'I do not explain them.'

'Because you cannot without affirming what you wish to deny, namely, intelligent co-operation, among the constituent¹ elements of the crystals. When soldiers form lines, or hollow squares, you call it reason. When wild geese in flight take the form of a letter V you say instinct. When the homogeneous（均匀的） atoms of a mineral, moving freely in solution, arrange themselves into shapes mathematically perfect, or particles of frozen moisture into the symmetrical and beautiful forms of snowflakes（雪花） , you have nothing to say. You have not even invented a name to conceal² your heroic unreason.'

Moxon was speaking with unusual animation³ and earnestness. As he paused I heard in an adjoining（临近的） room known to me as his 'machine-shop,' which no one but himself was permitted to enter, a singular thumping⁴ sound, as of someone pounding upon a table with an open hand. Moxon heard it at the same moment and, visibly agitated⁵, rose and hurriedly passed into the room whence it came. I thought it odd that anyone else should be in there, and my interest in my friend -- with doubtless a touch of unwarrantable curiosity -- led me to listen intently, though, I am happy to say, not at the keyhole. There were confused sounds, as of a struggle or scuffle（混战，扭打） ; the floor shook. I distinctly heard hard breathing and a hoarse⁶ whisper which said 'Damn you!' Then all was silent, and presently Moxon reappeared and said, with a rather sorry smile:

'Pardon me for leaving you so abruptly⁷. I have a machine in there that lost its temper and cut up rough.'

Fixing my eyes steadily⁸ upon his left cheek, which was traversed（穿过，反对） by four parallel excoriations（苛责） showing blood, I said:

'How would it do to trim its nails?' I could have spared myself the jest; he gave it no attention, but seated himself in the chair that he had left and resumed the interrupted monologue⁹（独白） as if nothing had occurred:

'Doubtless you do not hold with those (I need not name them to a man of your reading) who have taught that all matter is sentient¹⁰, that every atom is a living, feeling, conscious being. I do. There is no such thing as dead, inert¹¹ matter: it is all alive; all instinct with force, actual and potential; all sensitive to the same forces in its environment and susceptible¹² to the contagion¹³（传染病，蔓延） of higher and subtler ones residing in such superior organisms as it may be brought into relation with, as those of man when he is fashioning it into an instrument of his will. It absorbs something of his intelligence and purpose -- more of them in proportion to the complexity¹⁴ of the resulting machine and that of its work.