LITTLE MEXICAN
AND OTHER
STORIES
LITTLE
MEXICAN
& OTHER STORIES
BY ALDOUS HUXLEY
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1924
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN
ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED
CONTENTS
| UNCLE SPENCER | page 1 |
| LITTLE MEXICAN | 155 |
| HUBERT AND MINNIE | 213 |
| FARD | 236 |
| THE PORTRAIT | 247 |
| YOUNG ARCHIMEDES | 271 |
UNCLE SPENCER
SOME people I know can look backover the long series of their childishholidays and see in their memory alwaysa different landscape—chalk downs orSwiss mountains; a blue and sunny seaor the grey, ever-troubled fringe of theocean; heathery moors under the cloudwith far away a patch of sunlight on thehills, golden as happiness and, like happiness,remote, precarious, impermanent,or the untroubled waters of Como, thecypresses and the Easter roses.
I envy them the variety of their impressions.For it is good to have seensomething of the world with childisheyes, disinterestedly and uncritically, observingnot what is useful or beautifuland interesting, but only such things as,to a being less than four feet high andhaving no knowledge of life or art, seemimmediately significant. It is the beggars,it is the green umbrellas under whichthe cabmen sit when it rains, not Brunelleschi’sdome, not the extortions ofthe hotel-keeper, not the tombs of theMedici that impress the childish traveller.[2]Such impressions, it is true, are of noparticular value to us when we are grownup. (The famous wisdom of babes, withthose childish intimations of immortalityand all th