The Indian Jugglers Humble the Essayist
Hazlitt watches an Indian juggler keep four brass balls circling in the air with flawless precision and feels ashamed, because nothing he has ever written approaches such complete mastery. He concludes that mechanical skill can be perfected because its task is bounded and its success visible, while intellectual work has no fixed limit and so is never finished or faultless. He closes by eulogizing John Cavanagh, a fives player, as a man whose excellence was total within its narrow field.
