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Title: The Soul of Man


Author: Oscar Wilde



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Transcribed from the 1909 Arthur L. Humphreys edition by David Price,
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                          [Picture: Book cover]




THE
SOUL OF MAN


                                * * * * *

                                  LONDON
                            ARTHUR L. HUMPREYS
                                   1900

                                * * * * *

                           _Second Impression_




THE SOUL OF MAN


THE chief advantage that would result from the establishment of Socialism
is, undoubtedly, the fact that Socialism would relieve us from that
sordid necessity of living for others which, in the present condition of
things, presses so hardly upon almost everybody.  In fact, scarcely
anyone at all escapes.

Now and then, in the course of the century, a great man of science, like
Darwin; a great poet, like Keats; a fine critical spirit, like M. Renan;
a supreme artist, like Flaubert, has been able to isolate himself, to
keep himself out of reach of the clamorous claims of others, to stand
‘under the shelter of the wall,’ as Plato puts it, and so to realise the
perfection of what was in him, to his own incomparable gain, and to the
incomparable and lasting gain of the whole world.  These, however, are
exceptions.  The majority of people spoil their lives by an unhealthy and
exaggerated altruism—are forced, indeed, so to spoil them.  They find
themselves surrounded by hideous poverty, by hideous ugliness, by hideous
starvation.  It is inevitable that they should be strongly moved by all
this.  The emotions of man are stirred more quickly than man’s
intelligence; and, as I pointed out some time ago in an article on the
function of criticism, it is much more easy to have sympathy with
suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought.  Accordingly, with
admirable, though misdirected intentions, they very seriously and very
sentimentally set themselves to the task of remedying the evils that they
see.  But their remedies do not cure the disease: they merely prolong it.
Indeed, their remedies are part of the disease.

They try to solve the problem of poverty, for instance, by keeping the
poor alive; or, in the case of a very advanced school, by amusing the
poor.

But this is not a solution: it is an aggravation of the difficulty.  The
proper aim is to try and reconstruct society on such a basis that poverty
will be impossible.  And the altruistic virtues have really prevented the
carrying out of this aim.  Just as the worst slave-owners were those who
were kind to their slaves, and so prevented the horror of the system
being realised by those who suffered from it, and understood by those who
contemplated it, so, in the present state of things in England, the
people who do most harm are the people who try to do most good; and at
last we have had the spectacle of men who have really studied the problem
and know the life—educated men who live in the East End—coming forward
and imploring the community to restrain its altruistic impulses of
charity, benevolence, and the like.  They do so on the ground that such
charity degrades and demoralises.  They are perfectly right.  Charity
creates a multitude of sins.

There is also this to be said.  It is immoral to use private property in
order to alleviate the horrible evils that result from the institution of
private property.  It is both immoral and unfair.

Under Socialism all this will, of course, be altered.  There will be no
people living in fetid dens and fetid rags, and bringing up unhealthy,
hunger-pinched children in the midst of impossible and absolutely
repulsive surroundings.  The security of society will not depend, as it
does now, on the state of the weather.  If a frost comes we shall not
have a hundred thousand men out of work, tramping about the streets in a
state of disgusting misery, or whining to their neighbours for alms, or
crowding round the doors of loathsome shelters to try and secure a hunch
of bread and a night’s unclean lodging.  Each member of the society will
share in the general prosperity and happiness of the society, and if a
frost comes no one will practically be anything the worse.

Upon the other hand, Socialism itself will be of value simply because it
will lead to Individualism.

Socialism, Communism, or whatever one chooses to call it, by converting
private property into public wealth, and substituting co-operation for
competition, will restore society to its proper condition of a thoroughly
healthy organism, and insure the material well-being of each member of
the community.  It will, in fact, give Life its proper basis and its
proper environment.  But for the full development of Life to its highest
mode of perfection, something more is needed.  What is needed is
Individualism.  If the Socialism is Authoritarian; if there are
Governments armed with economic power as they are now with political
power; if, in a word, we are to have Industrial Tyrannies, then the last
state of man will be worse than the first.  At present, in consequence of
the existence of private property, a great many people are enabled to
develop a certain very limited amount of Individualism.  They are either
under no necessity to work for their living, or are enabled to choose the
sphere of activity that is really congenial to them, and gives them
pleasure.  These are the poets, the philosophers, the men of science, the
men of culture—in a word, the real men, the men who have realised
themselves, and in whom all Humanity gains a partial realisation.  Upon
the other hand, there are a great many people who, having no private
property of their own, and being always on the brink of sheer starvation,
are compelled to do the work of beasts of burden, to do work that is
quite uncongenial to them, and to which they are forced by the
peremptory, unreasonable, degrading Tyranny of want.  These are the poor,
and amongst them there is no grace of manner, or charm of speech, or
civilisation, or culture, or refinement in pleasures, or joy of life.
From their collective force Humanity gains much in material prosperity.
But it is only the material result that it gains, and the man who is poor
is in himself absolutely of no importance.  He is merely the
infinitesimal atom of a force that, so far from regarding him, crushes
him: indeed, prefers him crushed, as in that case he is far more
obedient.

Of course, it might be said that the Individualism generated under
conditions of private property is not always, or even as a rule, of a
fine or wonderful type, and that the poor, if they have not culture and
charm, have still many virtues.  Both these statements would be quite
true.  The possession of private property is very often extremely
demoralising, and that is, of course, one of the reasons why Socialism
wants to get rid of the institution.  In fact, property is really a
nuisance.  Some years ago people went about the country saying that
property has duties.  They said it so often and so tediously that, at
last, the Church has begun to say it.  One hears it now from every
pulpit.  It is perfectly true.  Property not merely has duties, but has
so many duties that its possession to any large extent is a bore.  It
involves endless claims upon one, endless attention to business, endless
bother.  If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its
duties make it unbearable.  In the interest of the rich we must get rid
of it.  The virtues of the poor may be readily admitted, and are much to
be regretted.  We are often told that the poor are grateful for charity.
Some of them are, no doubt, but the best amongst the poor are never
grateful.  They are ungrateful, discontented, disobedient, and
rebellious.  They are quite right to be so.  Charity they feel to be a
ridiculously inadequate mode of partial restitution, or a sentimental
dole, usually accompanied by some impertinent attempt on the part of the
sentimentalist to tyrannise over their private lives.  Why should they be
grateful for the crumbs that fall from the rich man’s table?  They should
be seated at the board, and are beginning to know it.  As for being
discontented, a man who would not be discontented with such surroundings
and such a low mode of life would be a perfect brute.  Disobedience, in
the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue.  It is
through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience
and through rebellion.  Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty.
But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting.  It
is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.  For a town or
country labourer to practise thrift would be absolutely immoral.  Man
should not be ready to show that he can live like a badly-fed animal.  He
should decline to live like that, and should either steal or go on the
rates, which is considered by many to be a form of stealing.  As for
begging, it is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to
beg.  No: a poor man who is ungrateful, unthrifty, discontented, and
rebellious, is probably a real personality, and has much in him.  He is
at any rate a healthy protest.  As for the virtuous poor, one can pity
them, of course, but one cannot possibly admire them.  They have made
private terms with the enemy, and sold their birthright for very bad
pottage.  They must also be extraordinarily stupid.  I can quite
understand a man accepting laws that protect private property, and admit
of its accumulation, as long as he himself is able under those conditions
to realise some form of beautiful and intellectual life.  But it is
almost incredible to me how a man whose life is marred and made hideous
by such laws can possibly acquiesce in their continuance.

However, the explanation is not really difficult to find.  It is simply
this.  Misery and poverty are so absolutely degrading, and exercise such
a paralysing effect over the nature of men, that no class is ever really
conscious of its own suffering.  They have to be told of it by other
people, and they often entirely disbelieve them.  What is said by great
employers of labour against agitators is unquestionably true.  Agitators
are a set of interfering, meddling people, who come down to some
perfectly contented class of the community, and sow the seeds of
discontent amongst them.  That is the reason why agitators are so
absolutely necessary.  Without them, in our incomplete state, there would
be no advance towards civilisation.  Slavery was put down in America, not
in consequence of any action on the part of the slaves, or even any
express desire on their part that they should be free.  It was put down
entirely through the grossly illegal conduct of certain agitators in
Boston and elsewhere, who were not slaves themselves, nor owners of
slaves, nor had anything to do with the question really.  It was,
undoubtedly, the Abolitionists who set the torch alight, who began the
whole thing.  And it is curious to note that from the slaves themselves
they received, not merely very little assistance, but hardly any sympathy
even; and when at the close of the war the slaves found themselves free,
found themselves indeed so absolutely free that they were free to starve,
many of them bitterly regretted the new state of things.  To the thinker,
the most tragic fact in the whole of the French Revolution is not that
Marie Antoinette was killed for being a queen, but that the starved
peasant of the Vendée voluntarily went out to die for the hideous cause
of feudalism.

It is clear, then, that no Authoritarian Socialism will do.  For while
under the present system a very large number of people can lead lives of
a certain amount of freedom and expression and happiness, under an
industrial-barrack system, or a system of economic tyranny, nobody would
be able to have any such freedom at all.  It is to be regretted that a
portion of our community should be practically in slavery, but to propose
to solve the problem by enslaving the entire community is childish.
Every man must be left quite free to choose his own work.  No form of
compulsion must be exercised over him.  If there is, his work will not be
good for him, will not be good in itself, and will not be good for
others.  And by work I simply mean activity of any kind.

I hardly think that any Socialist, nowadays, would seriously propose that
an inspector should call every morning at each house to see that each
citizen rose up and did manual labour for eight hours.  Humanity has got
beyond that stage, and reserves such a form of life for the people whom,
in a very arbitrary manner, it chooses to call criminals.  But I confess
that many of the socialistic views that I have come across seem to me to
be tainted with ideas of authority, if not of actual compulsion.  Of
course, authority and compulsion are out of the question.  All
association must be quite voluntary.  It is only in voluntary
associations that man is fine.

But it may be asked how Individualism, which is now more or less
dependent on the existence of private property for its development, will
benefit by the abolition of such private property.  The answer is very
simple.  It is true that, under existing conditions, a few men who have
had private means of their own, such as Byron, Shelley, Browning, Victor
Hugo, Baudelaire, and others, have been able to realise their personality
more or less completely.  Not one of these men ever did a single day’s
work for hire.  They were relieved from poverty.  They had an immense
advantage.  The question is whether it would be for the good of
Individualism that such an advantage should be taken away.  Let us
suppose that it is taken away.  What happens then to Individualism?  How
will it benefit?

It will benefit in this way.  Under the new conditions Individualism will
be far freer, far finer, and far more intensified than it is now.  I am
not talking of the great imaginatively-realised Individualism of such
poets as I have mentioned, but of the great actual Individualism latent
and potential in mankind generally.  For the recognition of private
property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a
man with what he possesses.  It has led Individualism entirely astray.
It has made gain not growth its aim.  So that man thought that the
important thing was to have, and did not know that the important thing is
to be.  The true perfection of man lies, not in what man has, but in what
man is.  Private property has crushed true Individualism, and set up an
Individualism that is false.  It has debarred one part of the community
from being individual by starving them.  It has debarred the other part
of the community from being individual by putting them on the wrong road,
and encumbering them.  Indeed, so completely has man’s personality been
absorbed by his possessions that the English law has always treated
offences against a man’s property with far more severity than offences
against his person, and property is still the test of complete
citizenship.  The industry necessary for the making money is also very
demoralising.  In a community like ours, where property confers immense
distinction, social position, honour, respect, titles, and other pleasant
things of the kind, man, being naturally ambitious, makes it his aim to
accumulate this property, and goes on wearily and tediously accumulating
it long after he has got far more than he wants, or can use, or enjoy, or
perhaps even know of.  Man will kill himself by overwork in order to
secure property, and really, considering the enormous advantages that
property brings, one is hardly surprised.  One’s regret is that society
should be constructed on such a basis that man has been forced into a
groove in which he cannot freely develop what is wonderful, and
fascinating, and delightful in him—in which, in fact, he misses the true
pleasure and joy of living.  He is also, under existing conditions, very
insecure.  An enormously wealthy merchant may be—often is—at every moment
of his life at the mercy of things that are not under his control.  If
the wind blows an extra point or so, or the weather suddenly changes, or
some trivial thing happens, his ship may go down, his speculations may go
wrong, and he finds himself a poor man, with his social position quite
gone.  Now, nothing should be able to harm a man except himself.  Nothing
should be able to rob a man at all.  What a man really has, is what is in
him.  What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance.

With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true,
beautiful, healthy Individualism.  Nobody will waste his life in
accumulating things, and the symbols for things.  One will live.  To live
is the rarest thing in the world.  Most people exist, that is all.

It is a question whether we have ever seen the full expression of a
personality, except on the imaginative plane of art.  In action, we never
have.  Cæsar, says Mommsen, was the complete and perfect man.  But how
tragically insecure was Cæsar!  Wherever there is a man who exercises
authority, there is a man who resists authority.  Cæsar was very perfect,
but his perfection travelled by too dangerous a road.  Marcus Aurelius
was the perfect man, says Renan.  Yes; the great emperor was a perfect
man.  But how intolerable were the endless claims upon him!  He staggered
under the burden of the empire.  He was conscious how inadequate one man
was to bear the weight of that Titan and too vast orb.  What I mean by a
perfect man is one who develops under perfect conditions; one who is not
wounded, or worried or maimed, or in danger.  Most personalities have
been obliged to be rebels.  Half their strength has been wasted in
friction.  Byron’s personality, for instance, was terribly wasted in its
battle with the stupidity, and hypocrisy, and Philistinism of the
English.  Such battles do not always intensify strength: they often
exaggerate weakness.  Byron was never able to give us what he might have
given us.  Shelley escaped better.  Like Byron, he got out of England as
soon as possible.  But he was not so well known.  If the English had had
any idea of what a great poet he really was, they would have fallen on
him with tooth and nail, and made his life as unbearable to him as they
possibly could.  But he was not a remarkable figure in society, and
consequently he escaped, to a certain degree.  Still, even in Shelley the
note of rebellion is sometimes too strong.  The note of the perfect
personality is not rebellion, but peace.

It will be a marvellous thing—the true personality of man—when we see it.
It will grow naturally and simply, flowerlike, or as a tree grows.  It
will not be at discord.  It will never argue or dispute.  It will not
prove things.  It will know everything.  And yet it will not busy itself
about knowledge.  It will have wisdom.  Its value will not be measured by
material things.  It will have nothing.  And yet it will have everything,
and whatever one takes from it, it will still have, so rich will it be.
It will not be always meddling with others, or asking them to be like
itself.  It will love them because they will be different.  And yet while
it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a beautiful thing
helps us, by being what it is.  The personality of man will be very
wonderful.  It will be as wonderful as the personality of a child.

In its development it will be assisted by Christianity, if men desire
that; but if men do not desire that, it will develop none the less
surely.  For it will not worry itself about the past, nor care whether
things happened or did not happen.  Nor will it admit any laws but its
own laws; nor any authority but its own authority.  Yet it will love
those who sought to intensify it, and speak often of them.  And of these
Christ was one.

‘Know thyself’ was written over the portal of the antique world.  Over
the portal of the new world, ‘Be thyself’ shall be written.  And the
message of Christ to man was simply ‘Be thyself.’  That is the secret of
Christ.

When Jesus talks about the poor he simply means personalities, just as
when he talks about the rich he simply means people who have not
developed their personalities.  Jesus moved in a community that allowed
the accumulation of private property just as ours does, and the gospel
that he preached was not that in such a community it is an advantage for
a man to live on scanty, unwholesome food, to wear ragged, unwholesome
clothes, to sleep in horrid, unwholesome dwellings, and a disadvantage
for a man to live under healthy, pleasant, and decent conditions.  Such a
view would have been wrong there and then, and would, of course, be still
more wrong now and in England; for as man moves northward the material
necessities of life become of more vital importance, and our society is
infinitely more complex, and displays far greater extremes of luxury and
pauperism than any society of the antique world.  What Jesus meant, was
this.  He said to man, ‘You have a wonderful personality.  Develop it.
Be yourself.  Don’t imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or
possessing external things.  Your affection is inside of you.  If only
you could realise that, you would not want to be rich.  Ordinary riches
can be stolen from a man.  Real riches cannot.  In the treasury-house of
your soul, there are infinitely precious things, that may not be taken
from you.  And so, try to so shape your life that external things will
not harm you.  And try also to get rid of personal property.  It involves
sordid preoccupation, endless industry, continual wrong.  Personal
property hinders Individualism at every step.’  It is to be noted that
Jesus never says that impoverished people are necessarily good, or
wealthy people necessarily bad.  That would not have been true.  Wealthy
people are, as a class, better than impoverished people, more moral, more
intellectual, more well-behaved.  There is only one class in the
community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the
poor.  The poor can think of nothing else.  That is the misery of being
poor.  What Jesus does say is that man reaches his perfection, not
through what he has, not even through what he does, but entirely through
what he is.  And so the wealthy young man who comes to Jesus is
represented as a thoroughly good citizen, who has broken none of the laws
of his state, none of the commandments of his religion.  He is quite
respectable, in the ordinary sense of that extraordinary word.  Jesus
says to him, ‘You should give up private property.  It hinders you from
realising your perfection.  It is a drag upon you.  It is a burden.  Your
personality does not need it.  It is within you, and not outside of you,
that you will find what you really are, and what you really want.’  To
his own friends he says the same thing.  He tells them to be themselves,
and not to be always worrying about other things.  What do other things
matter?  Man is complete in himself.  When they go into the world, the
world will disagree with them.  That is inevitable.  The world hates
Individualism.  But that is not to trouble them.  They are to be calm and
self-centred.  If a man takes their cloak, they are to give him their
coat, just to show that material things are of no importance.  If people
abuse them, they are not to answer back.  What does it signify?  The
things people say of a man do not alter a man.  He is what he is.  Public
opinion is of no value whatsoever.  Even if people employ actual
violence, they are not to be violent in turn.  That would be to fall to
the same low level.  After all, even in prison, a man can be quite free.
His soul can be free.  His personality can be untroubled.  He can be at
peace.  And, above all things, they are not to interfere with other
people or judge them in any way.  Personality is a very mysterious thing.
A man cannot always be estimated by what he does.  He may keep the law,
and yet be worthless.  He may break the law, and yet be fine.  He may be
bad, without ever doing anything bad.  He may commit a sin against
society, and yet realise through that sin his true perfection.

There was a woman who was taken in adultery.  We are not told the history
of her love, but that love must have been very great; for Jesus said that
her sins were forgiven her, not because she repented, but because her
love was so intense and wonderful.  Later on, a short time before his
death, as he sat at a feast, the woman came in and poured costly perfumes
on his hair.  His friends tried to interfere with her, and said that it
was an extravagance, and that the money that the perfume cost should have
been expended on charitable relief of people in want, or something of
that kind.  Jesus did not accept that view.  He pointed out that the
material needs of Man were great and very permanent, but that the
spiritual needs of Man were greater still, and that in one divine moment,
and by selecting its own mode of expression, a personality might make
itself perfect.  The world worships the woman, even now, as a saint.

Yes; there are suggestive things in Individualism.  Socialism annihilates
family life, for instance.  With the abolition of private property,
marriage in its present form must disappear.  This is part of the
programme.  Individualism accepts this and makes it fine.  It converts
the abolition of legal restraint into a form of freedom that will help
the full development of personality, and make the love of man and woman
more wonderful, more beautiful, and more ennobling.  Jesus knew this.  He
rejected the claims of family life, although they existed in his day and
community in a very marked form.  ‘Who is my mother?  Who are my
brothers?’ he said, when he was told that they wished to speak to him.
When one of his followers asked leave to go and bury his father, ‘Let the
dead bury the dead,’ was his terrible answer.  He would allow no claim
whatsoever to be made on personality.

And so he who would lead a Christlike life is he who is perfectly and
absolutely himself.  He may be a great poet, or a great man of science;
or a young student at a University, or one who watches sheep upon a moor;
or a maker of dramas, like Shakespeare, or a thinker about God, like
Spinoza; or a child who plays in a garden, or a fisherman who throws his
net into the sea.  It does not matter what he is, as long as he realises
the perfection of the soul that is within him.  All imitation in morals
and in life is wrong.  Through the streets of Jerusalem at the present
day crawls one who is mad and carries a wooden cross on his shoulders.
He is a symbol of the lives that are marred by imitation.  Father Damien
was Christlike when he went out to live with the lepers, because in such
service he realised fully what was best in him.  But he was not more
Christlike than Wagner when he realised his soul in music; or than
Shelley, when he realised his soul in song.  There is no one type for
man.  There are as many perfections as there are imperfect men.  And
while to the claims of charity a man may yield and yet be free, to the
claims of conformity no man may yield and remain free at all.

Individualism, then, is what through Socialism we are to attain to.  As a
natural result the State must give up all idea of government.  It must
give it up because, as a wise man once said many centuries before Christ,
there is such a thing as leaving mankind alone; there is no such thing as
governing mankind.  All modes of government are failures.  Despotism is
unjust to everybody, including the despot, who was probably made for
better things.  Oligarchies are unjust to the many, and ochlocracies are
unjust to the few.  High hopes were once formed of democracy; but
democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for
the people.  It has been found out.  I must say that it was high time,
for all authority is quite degrading.  It degrades those who exercise it,
and degrades those over whom it is exercised.  When it is violently,
grossly, and cruelly used, it produces a good effect, by creating, or at
any rate bringing out, the spirit of revolt and Individualism that is to
kill it.  When it is used with a certain amount of kindness, and
accompanied by prizes and rewards, it is dreadfully demoralising.
People, in that case, are less conscious of the horrible pressure that is
being put on them, and so go through their lives in a sort of coarse
comfort, like petted animals, without ever realising that they are
probably thinking other people’s thoughts, living by other people’s
standards, wearing practically what one may call other people’s
second-hand clothes, and never being themselves for a single moment.  ‘He
who would be free,’ says a fine thinker, ‘must not conform.’  And
authority, by bribing people to conform, produces a very gross kind of
over-fed barbarism amongst us.

With authority, punishment will pass away.  This will be a great gain—a
gain, in fact, of incalculable value.  As one reads history, not in the
expurgated editions written for school-boys and passmen, but in the
original authorities of each time, one is absolutely sickened, not by the
crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the
good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the
habitual employment of punishment, than it is by the occurrence of crime.
It obviously follows that the more punishment is inflicted the more crime
is produced, and most modern legislation has clearly recognised this, and
has made it its task to diminish punishment as far as it thinks it can.
Wherever it has really diminished it, the results have always been
extremely good.  The less punishment, the less crime.  When there is no
punishment at all, crime will either cease to exist, or, if it occurs,
will be treated by physicians as a very distressing form of dementia, to
be cured by care and kindness.  For what are called criminals nowadays
are not criminals at all.  Starvation, and not sin, is the parent of
modern crime.  That indeed is the reason why our criminals are, as a
class, so absolutely uninteresting from any psychological point of view.
They are not marvellous Macbeths and terrible Vautrins.  They are merely
what ordinary, respectable, commonplace people would be if they had not
got enough to eat.  When private property is abolished there will be no
necessity for crime, no demand for it; it will cease to exist.  Of
course, all crimes are not crimes against property, though such are the
crimes that the English law, valuing what a man has more than what a man
is, punishes with the harshest and most horrible severity, if we except
the crime of murder, and regard death as worse than penal servitude, a
point on which our criminals, I believe, disagree.  But though a crime
may not be against property, it may spring from the misery and rage and
depression produced by our wrong system of property-holding, and so, when
that system is abolished, will disappear.  When each member of the
community has sufficient for his wants, and is not interfered with by his
neighbour, it will not be an object of any interest to him to interfere
with anyone else.  Jealousy, which is an extraordinary source of crime in
modern life, is an emotion closely bound up with our conceptions of
property, and under Socialism and Individualism will die out.  It is
remarkable that in communistic tribes jealousy is entirely unknown.

Now as the State is not to govern, it may be asked what the State is to
do.  The State is to be a voluntary association that will organise
labour, and be the manufacturer and distributor of necessary commodities.
The State is to make what is useful.  The individual is to make what is
beautiful.  And as I have mentioned the word labour, I cannot help saying
that a great deal of nonsense is being written and talked nowadays about
the dignity of manual labour.  There is nothing necessarily dignified
about manual labour at all, and most of it is absolutely degrading.  It
is mentally and morally injurious to man to do anything in which he does
not find pleasure, and many forms of labour are quite pleasureless
activities, and should be regarded as such.  To sweep a slushy crossing
for eight hours, on a day when the east wind is blowing is a disgusting
occupation.  To sweep it with mental, moral, or physical dignity seems to
me to be impossible.  To sweep it with joy would be appalling.  Man is
made for something better than disturbing dirt.  All work of that kind
should be done by a machine.

And I have no doubt that it will be so.  Up to the present, man has been,
to a certain extent, the slave of machinery, and there is something
tragic in the fact that as soon as man had invented a machine to do his
work he began to starve.  This, however, is, of course, the result of our
property system and our system of competition.  One man owns a machine
which does the work of five hundred men.  Five hundred men are, in
consequence, thrown out of employment, and, having no work to do, become
hungry and take to thieving.  The one man secures the produce of the
machine and keeps it, and has five hundred times as much as he should
have, and probably, which is of much more importance, a great deal more
than he really wants.  Were that machine the property of all, every one
would benefit by it.  It would be an immense advantage to the community.
All unintellectual labour, all monotonous, dull labour, all labour that
deals with dreadful things, and involves unpleasant conditions, must be
done by machinery.  Machinery must work for us in coal mines, and do all
sanitary services, and be the stoker of steamers, and clean the streets,
and run messages on wet days, and do anything that is tedious or
distressing.  At present machinery competes against man.  Under proper
conditions machinery will serve man.  There is no doubt at all that this
is the future of machinery, and just as trees grow while the country
gentleman is asleep, so while Humanity will be amusing itself, or
enjoying cultivated leisure—which, and not labour, is the aim of man—or
making beautiful things, or reading beautiful things, or simply
contemplating the world with admiration and delight, machinery will be
doing all the necessary and unpleasant work.  The fact is, that
civilisation requires slaves.  The Greeks were quite right there.  Unless
there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture
and contemplation become almost impossible.  Human slavery is wrong,
insecure, and demoralising.  On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the
machine, the future of the world depends.  And when scientific men are no
longer called upon to go down to a depressing East End and distribute bad
cocoa and worse blankets to starving people, they will have delightful
leisure in which to devise wonderful and marvellous things for their own
joy and the joy of everyone else.  There will be great storages of force
for every city, and for every house if required, and this force man will
convert into heat, light, or motion, according to his needs.  Is this
Utopian?  A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth
even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is
always landing.  And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing
a better country, sets sail.  Progress is the realisation of Utopias.

Now, I have said that the community by means of organisation of machinery
will supply the useful things, and that the beautiful things will be made
by the individual.  This is not merely necessary, but it is the only
possible way by which we can get either the one or the other.  An
individual who has to make things for the use of others, and with
reference to their wants and their wishes, does not work with interest,
and consequently cannot put into his work what is best in him.  Upon the
other hand, whenever a community or a powerful section of a community, or
a government of any kind, attempts to dictate to the artist what he is to
do, Art either entirely vanishes, or becomes stereotyped, or degenerates
into a low and ignoble form of craft.  A work of art is the unique result
of a unique temperament.  Its beauty comes from the fact that the author
is what he is.  It has nothing to do with the fact that other people want
what they want.  Indeed, the moment that an artist takes notice of what
other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an
artist, and becomes a dull or an amusing craftsman, an honest or a
dishonest tradesman.  He has no further claim to be considered as an
artist.  Art is the most intense mode of Individualism that the world has
known.  I am inclined to say that it is the only real mode of
Individualism that the world has known.  Crime, which, under certain
conditions, may seem to have created Individualism, must take cognisance
of other people and interfere with them.  It belongs to the sphere of
action.  But alone, without any reference to his neighbours, without any
interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does
not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.

And it is to be noted that it is the fact that Art is this intense form
of Individualism that makes the public try to exercise over it in an
authority that is as immoral as it is ridiculous, and as corrupting as it
is contemptible.  It is not quite their fault.  The public has always,
and in every age, been badly brought up.  They are continually asking Art
to be popular, to please their want of taste, to flatter their absurd
vanity, to tell them what they have been told before, to show them what
they ought to be tired of seeing, to amuse them when they feel heavy
after eating too much, and to distract their thoughts when they are
wearied of their own stupidity.  Now Art should never try to be popular.
The public should try to make itself artistic.  There is a very wide
difference.  If a man of science were told that the results of his
experiments, and the conclusions that he arrived at, should be of such a
character that they would not upset the received popular notions on the
subject, or disturb popular prejudice, or hurt the sensibilities of
people who knew nothing about science; if a philosopher were told that he
had a perfect right to speculate in the highest spheres of thought,
provided that he arrived at the same conclusions as were held by those
who had never thought in any sphere at all—well, nowadays the man of
science and the philosopher would be considerably amused.  Yet it is
really a very few years since both philosophy and science were subjected
to brutal popular control, to authority in fact—the authority of either
the general ignorance of the community, or the terror and greed for power
of an ecclesiastical or governmental class.  Of course, we have to a very
great extent got rid of any attempt on the part of the community, or the
Church, or the Government, to interfere with the individualism of
speculative thought, but the attempt to interfere with the individualism
of imaginative art still lingers.  In fact, it does more than linger; it
is aggressive, offensive, and brutalising.

In England, the arts that have escaped best are the arts in which the
public take no interest.  Poetry is an instance of what I mean.  We have
been able to have fine poetry in England because the public do not read
it, and consequently do not influence it.  The public like to insult
poets because they are individual, but once they have insulted them, they
leave them alone.  In the case of the novel and the drama, arts in which
the public do take an interest, the result of the exercise of popular
authority has been absolutely ridiculous.  No country produces such
badly-written fiction, such tedious, common work in the novel form, such
silly, vulgar plays as England.  It must necessarily be so.  The popular
standard is of such a character that no artist can get to it.  It is at
once too easy and too difficult to be a popular novelist.  It is too
easy, because the requirements of the public as far as plot, style,
psychology, treatment of life, and treatment of literature are concerned
are within the reach of the very meanest capacity and the most
uncultivated mind.  It is too difficult, because to meet such
requirements the artist would have to do violence to his temperament,
would have to write not for the artistic joy of writing, but for the
amusement of half-educated people, and so would have to suppress his
individualism, forget his culture, annihilate his style, and surrender
everything that is valuable in him.  In the case of the drama, things are
a little better: the theatre-going public like the obvious, it is true,
but they do not like the tedious; and burlesque and farcical comedy, the
two most popular forms, are distinct forms of art.  Delightful work may
be produced under burlesque and farcical conditions, and in work of this
kind the artist in England is allowed very great freedom.  It is when one
comes to the higher forms of the drama that the result of popular control
is seen.  The one thing that the public dislike is novelty.  Any attempt
to extend the subject-matter of art is extremely distasteful to the
public; and yet the vitality and progress of art depend in a large
measure on the continual extension of subject-matter.  The public dislike
novelty because they are afraid of it.  It represents to them a mode of
Individualism, an assertion on the part of the artist that he selects his
own subject, and treats it as he chooses.  The public are quite right in
their attitude.  Art is Individualism, and Individualism is a disturbing
and disintegrating force.  Therein lies its immense value.  For what it
seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of
habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.  In Art, the
public accept what has been, because they cannot alter it, not because
they appreciate it.  They swallow their classics whole, and never taste
them.  They endure them as the inevitable, and as they cannot mar them,
they mouth about them.  Strangely enough, or not strangely, according to
one’s own views, this acceptance of the classics does a great deal of
harm.  The uncritical admiration of the Bible and Shakespeare in England
is an instance of what I mean.  With regard to the Bible, considerations
of ecclesiastical authority enter into the matter, so that I need not
dwell upon the point.

But in the case of Shakespeare it is quite obvious that the public really
see neither the beauties nor the defects of his plays.  If they saw the
beauties, they would not object to the development of the drama; and if
they saw the defects, they would not object to the development of the
drama either.  The fact is, the public make use of the classics of a
country as a means of checking the progress of Art.  They degrade the
classics into authorities.  They use them as bludgeons for preventing the
free expression of Beauty in new forms.  They are always asking a writer
why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not
paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of
them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist.  A fresh
mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to them, and whenever it appears
they get so angry, and bewildered that they always use two stupid
expressions—one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the
other, that the work of art is grossly immoral.  What they mean by these
words seems to me to be this.  When they say a work is grossly
unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful
thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they
mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true.
The former expression has reference to style; the latter to
subject-matter.  But they probably use the words very vaguely, as an
ordinary mob will use ready-made paving-stones.  There is not a single
real poet or prose-writer of this century, for instance, on whom the
British public have not solemnly conferred diplomas of immorality, and
these diplomas practically take the place, with us, of what in France, is
the formal recognition of an Academy of Letters, and fortunately make the
establishment of such an institution quite unnecessary in England.  Of
course, the public are very reckless in their use of the word.  That they
should have called Wordsworth an immoral poet, was only to be expected.
Wordsworth was a poet.  But that they should have called Charles Kingsley
an immoral novelist is extraordinary.  Kingsley’s prose was not of a very
fine quality.  Still, there is the word, and they use it as best they
can.  An artist is, of course, not disturbed by it.  The true artist is a
man who believes absolutely in himself, because he is absolutely himself.
But I can fancy that if an artist produced a work of art in England that
immediately on its appearance was recognised by the public, through their
medium, which is the public press, as a work that was quite intelligible
and highly moral, he would begin to seriously question whether in its
creation he had really been himself at all, and consequently whether the
work was not quite unworthy of him, and either of a thoroughly
second-rate order, or of no artistic value whatsoever.

Perhaps, however, I have wronged the public in limiting them to such
words as ‘immoral,’ ‘unintelligible,’ ‘exotic,’ and ‘unhealthy.’  There
is one other word that they use.  That word is ‘morbid.’  They do not use
it often.  The meaning of the word is so simple that they are afraid of
using it.  Still, they use it sometimes, and, now and then, one comes
across it in popular newspapers.  It is, of course, a ridiculous word to
apply to a work of art.  For what is morbidity but a mood of emotion or a
mode of thought that one cannot express?  The public are all morbid,
because the public can never find expression for anything.  The artist is
never morbid.  He expresses everything.  He stands outside his subject,
and through its medium produces incomparable and artistic effects.  To
call an artist morbid because he deals with morbidity as his
subject-matter is as silly as if one called Shakespeare mad because he
wrote ‘King Lear.’

On the whole, an artist in England gains something by being attacked.
His individuality is intensified.  He becomes more completely himself.
Of course, the attacks are very gross, very impertinent, and very
contemptible.  But then no artist expects grace from the vulgar mind, or
style from the suburban intellect.  Vulgarity and stupidity are two very
vivid facts in modern life.  One regrets them, naturally.  But there they
are.  They are subjects for study, like everything else.  And it is only
fair to state, with regard to modern journalists, that they always
apologise to one in private for what they have written against one in
public.

Within the last few years two other adjectives, it may be mentioned, have
been added to the very limited vocabulary of art-abuse that is at the
disposal of the public.  One is the word ‘unhealthy,’ the other is the
word ‘exotic.’  The latter merely expresses the rage of the momentary
mushroom against the immortal, entrancing, and exquisitely lovely orchid.
It is a tribute, but a tribute of no importance.  The word ‘unhealthy,’
however, admits of analysis.  It is a rather interesting word.  In fact,
it is so interesting that the people who use it do not know what it
means.

What does it mean?  What is a healthy, or an unhealthy work of art?  All
terms that one applies to a work of art, provided that one applies them
rationally, have reference to either its style or its subject, or to both
together.  From the point of view of style, a healthy work of art is one
whose style recognises the beauty of the material it employs, be that
material one of words or of bronze, of colour or of ivory, and uses that
beauty as a factor in producing the æsthetic effect.  From the point of
view of subject, a healthy work of art is one the choice of whose subject
is conditioned by the temperament of the artist, and comes directly out
of it.  In fine, a healthy work of art is one that has both perfection
and personality.  Of course, form and substance cannot be separated in a
work of art; they are always one.  But for purposes of analysis, and
setting the wholeness of æsthetic impression aside for a moment, we can
intellectually so separate them.  An unhealthy work of art, on the other
hand, is a work whose style is obvious, old-fashioned, and common, and
whose subject is deliberately chosen, not because the artist has any
pleasure in it, but because he thinks that the public will pay him for
it.  In fact, the popular novel that the public calls healthy is always a
thoroughly unhealthy production; and what the public call an unhealthy
novel is always a beautiful and healthy work of art.

I need hardly say that I am not, for a single moment, complaining that
the public and the public press misuse these words.  I do not see how,
with their lack of comprehension of what Art is, they could possibly use
them in the proper sense.  I am merely pointing out the misuse; and as
for the origin of the misuse and the meaning that lies behind it all, the
explanation is very simple.  It comes from the barbarous conception of
authority.  It comes from the natural inability of a community corrupted
by authority to understand or appreciate Individualism.  In a word, it
comes from that monstrous and ignorant thing that is called Public
Opinion, which, bad and well-meaning as it is when it tries to control
action, is infamous and of evil meaning when it tries to control Thought
or Art.

Indeed, there is much more to be said in favour of the physical force of
the public than there is in favour of the public’s opinion.  The former
may be fine.  The latter must be foolish.  It is often said that force is
no argument.  That, however, entirely depends on what one wants to prove.
Many of the most important problems of the last few centuries, such as
the continuance of personal government in England, or of feudalism in
France, have been solved entirely by means of physical force.  The very
violence of a revolution may make the public grand and splendid for a
moment.  It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is
mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the
brickbat.  They at once sought for the journalist, found him, developed
him, and made him their industrious and well-paid servant.  It is greatly
to be regretted, for both their sakes.  Behind the barricade there may be
much that is noble and heroic.  But what is there behind the
leading-article but prejudice, stupidity, cant, and twaddle?  And when
these four are joined together they make a terrible force, and constitute
the new authority.

In old days men had the rack.  Now they have the press.  That is an
improvement certainly.  But still it is very bad, and wrong, and
demoralising.  Somebody—was it Burke?—called journalism the fourth
estate.  That was true at the time, no doubt.  But at the present moment
it really is the only estate.  It has eaten up the other three.  The
Lords Temporal say nothing, the Lords Spiritual have nothing to say, and
the House of Commons has nothing to say and says it.  We are dominated by
Journalism.  In America the President reigns for four years, and
Journalism governs for ever and ever.  Fortunately in America Journalism
has carried its authority to the grossest and most brutal extreme.  As a
natural consequence it has begun to create a spirit of revolt.  People
are amused by it, or disgusted by it, according to their temperaments.
But it is no longer the real force it was.  It is not seriously treated.
In England, Journalism, not, except in a few well-known instances, having
been carried to such excesses of brutality, is still a great factor, a
really remarkable power.  The tyranny that it proposes to exercise over
people’s private lives seems to me to be quite extraordinary.  The fact
is, that the public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything,
except what is worth knowing.  Journalism, conscious of this, and having
tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.  In centuries before ours
the public nailed the ears of journalists to the pump.  That was quite
hideous.  In this century journalists have nailed their own ears to the
keyhole.  That is much worse.  And what aggravates the mischief is that
the journalists who are most to blame are not the amusing journalists who
write for what are called Society papers.  The harm is done by the
serious, thoughtful, earnest journalists, who solemnly, as they are doing
at present, will drag before the eyes of the public some incident in the
private life of a great statesman, of a man who is a leader of political
thought as he is a creator of political force, and invite the public to
discuss the incident, to exercise authority in the matter, to give their
views, and not merely to give their views, but to carry them into action,
to dictate to the man upon all other points, to dictate to his party, to
dictate to his country; in fact, to make themselves ridiculous,
offensive, and harmful.  The private lives of men and women should not be
told to the public.  The public have nothing to do with them at all.  In
France they manage these things better.  There they do not allow the
details of the trials that take place in the divorce courts to be
published for the amusement or criticism of the public.  All that the
public are allowed to know is that the divorce has taken place and was
granted on petition of one or other or both of the married parties
concerned.  In France, in fact, they limit the journalist, and allow the
artist almost perfect freedom.  Here we allow absolute freedom to the
journalist, and entirely limit the artist.  English public opinion, that
is to say, tries to constrain and impede and warp the man who makes
things that are beautiful in effect, and compels the journalist to retail
things that are ugly, or disgusting, or revolting in fact, so that we
have the most serious journalists in the world, and the most indecent
newspapers.  It is no exaggeration to talk of compulsion.  There are
possibly some journalists who take a real pleasure in publishing horrible
things, or who, being poor, look to scandals as forming a sort of
permanent basis for an income.  But there are other journalists, I feel
certain, men of education and cultivation, who really dislike publishing
these things, who know that it is wrong to do so, and only do it because
the unhealthy conditions under which their occupation is carried on
oblige them to supply the public with what the public wants, and to
compete with other journalists in making that supply as full and
satisfying to the gross popular appetite as possible.  It is a very
degrading position for any body of educated men to be placed in, and I
have no doubt that most of them feel it acutely.

However, let us leave what is really a very sordid side of the subject,
and return to the question of popular control in the matter of Art, by
which I mean Public Opinion dictating to the artist the form which he is
to use, the mode in which he is to use it, and the materials with which
he is to work.  I have pointed out that the arts which have escaped best
in England are the arts in which the public have not been interested.
They are, however, interested in the drama, and as a certain advance has
been made in the drama within the last ten or fifteen years, it is
important to point out that this advance is entirely due to a few
individual artists refusing to accept the popular want of taste as their
standard, and refusing to regard Art as a mere matter of demand and
supply.  With his marvellous and vivid personality, with a style that has
really a true colour-element in it, with his extraordinary power, not
over mere mimicry but over imaginative and intellectual creation, Mr
Irving, had his sole object been to give the public what they wanted,
could have produced the commonest plays in the commonest manner, and made
as much success and money as a man could possibly desire.  But his object
was not that.  His object was to realise his own perfection as an artist,
under certain conditions, and in certain forms of Art.  At first he
appealed to the few: now he has educated the many.  He has created in the
public both taste and temperament.  The public appreciate his artistic
success immensely.  I often wonder, however, whether the public
understand that that success is entirely due to the fact that he did not
accept their standard, but realised his own.  With their standard the
Lyceum would have been a sort of second-rate booth, as some of the
popular theatres in London are at present.  Whether they understand it or
not the fact however remains, that taste and temperament have, to a
certain extent been created in the public, and that the public is capable
of developing these qualities.  The problem then is, why do not the
public become more civilised?  They have the capacity.  What stops them?

The thing that stops them, it must be said again, is their desire to
exercise authority over the artist and over works of art.  To certain
theatres, such as the Lyceum and the Haymarket, the public seem to come
in a proper mood.  In both of these theatres there have been individual
artists, who have succeeded in creating in their audiences—and every
theatre in London has its own audience—the temperament to which Art
appeals.  And what is that temperament?  It is the temperament of
receptivity.  That is all.

If a man approaches a work of art with any desire to exercise authority
over it and the artist, he approaches it in such a spirit that he cannot
receive any artistic impression from it at all.  The work of art is to
dominate the spectator: the spectator is not to dominate the work of art.
The spectator is to be receptive.  He is to be the violin on which the
master is to play.  And the more completely he can suppress his own silly
views, his own foolish prejudices, his own absurd ideas of what Art
should be, or should not be, the more likely he is to understand and
appreciate the work of art in question.  This is, of course, quite
obvious in the case of the vulgar theatre-going public of English men and
women.  But it is equally true of what are called educated people.  For
an educated person’s ideas of Art are drawn naturally from what Art has
been, whereas the new work of art is beautiful by being what Art has
never been; and to measure it by the standard of the past is to measure
it by a standard on the rejection of which its real perfection depends.
A temperament capable of receiving, through an imaginative medium, and
under imaginative conditions, new and beautiful impressions, is the only
temperament that can appreciate a work of art.  And true as this is in
the case of the appreciation of sculpture and painting, it is still more
true of the appreciation of such arts as the drama.  For a picture and a
statue are not at war with Time.  They take no count of its succession.
In one moment their unity may be apprehended.  In the case of literature
it is different.  Time must be traversed before the unity of effect is
realised.  And so, in the drama, there may occur in the first act of the
play something whose real artistic value may not be evident to the
spectator till the third or fourth act is reached.  Is the silly fellow
to get angry and call out, and disturb the play, and annoy the artists?
No.  The honest man is to sit quietly, and know the delightful emotions
of wonder, curiosity, and suspense.  He is not to go to the play to lose
a vulgar temper.  He is to go to the play to realise an artistic
temperament.  He is to go to the play to gain an artistic temperament.
He is not the arbiter of the work of art.  He is one who is admitted to
contemplate the work of art, and, if the work be fine, to forget in its
contemplation and the egotism that mars him—the egotism of his ignorance,
or the egotism of his information.  This point about the drama is hardly,
I think, sufficiently recognised.  I can quite understand that were
‘Macbeth’ produced for the first time before a modern London audience,
many of the people present would strongly and vigorously object to the
introduction of the witches in the first act, with their grotesque
phrases and their ridiculous words.  But when the play is over one
realises that the laughter of the witches in ‘Macbeth’ is as terrible as
the laughter of madness in ‘Lear,’ more terrible than the laughter of
Iago in the tragedy of the Moor.  No spectator of art needs a more
perfect mood of receptivity than the spectator of a play.  The moment he
seeks to exercise authority he becomes the avowed enemy of Art and of
himself.  Art does not mind.  It is he who suffers.

With the novel it is the same thing.  Popular authority and the
recognition of popular authority are fatal.  Thackeray’s ‘Esmond’ is a
beautiful work of art because he wrote it to please himself.  In his
other novels, in ‘Pendennis,’ in ‘Philip,’ in ‘Vanity Fair’ even, at
times, he is too conscious of the public, and spoils his work by
appealing directly to the sympathies of the public, or by directly
mocking at them.  A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public.
The public are to him non-existent.  He has no poppied or honeyed cakes
through which to give the monster sleep or sustenance.  He leaves that to
the popular novelist.  One incomparable novelist we have now in England,
Mr George Meredith.  There are better artists in France, but France has
no one whose view of life is so large, so varied, so imaginatively true.
There are tellers of stories in Russia who have a more vivid sense of
what pain in fiction may be.  But to him belongs philosophy in fiction.
His people not merely live, but they live in thought.  One can see them
from myriad points of view.  They are suggestive.  There is soul in them
and around them.  They are interpretative and symbolic.  And he who made
them, those wonderful quickly-moving figures, made them for his own
pleasure, and has never asked the public what they wanted, has never
cared to know what they wanted, has never allowed the public to dictate
to him or influence him in any way but has gone on intensifying his own
personality, and producing his own individual work.  At first none came
to him.  That did not matter.  Then the few came to him.  That did not
change him.  The many have come now.  He is still the same.  He is an
incomparable novelist.

With the decorative arts it is not different.  The public clung with
really pathetic tenacity to what I believe were the direct traditions of
the Great Exhibition of international vulgarity, traditions that were so
appalling that the houses in which people lived were only fit for blind
people to live in.  Beautiful things began to be made, beautiful colours
came from the dyer’s hand, beautiful patterns from the artist’s brain,
and the use of beautiful things and their value and importance were set
forth.  The public were really very indignant.  They lost their temper.
They said silly things.  No one minded.  No one was a whit the worse.  No
one accepted the authority of public opinion.  And now it is almost
impossible to enter any modern house without seeing some recognition of
good taste, some recognition of the value of lovely surroundings, some
sign of appreciation of beauty.  In fact, people’s houses are, as a rule,
quite charming nowadays.  People have been to a very great extent
civilised.  It is only fair to state, however, that the extraordinary
success of the revolution in house-decoration and furniture and the like
has not really been due to the majority of the public developing a very
fine taste in such matters.  It has been chiefly due to the fact that the
craftsmen of things so appreciated the pleasure of making what was
beautiful, and woke to such a vivid consciousness of the hideousness and
vulgarity of what the public had previously wanted, that they simply
starved the public out.  It would be quite impossible at the present
moment to furnish a room as rooms were furnished a few years ago, without
going for everything to an auction of second-hand furniture from some
third-rate lodging-house.  The things are no longer made.  However they
may object to it, people must nowadays have something charming in their
surroundings.  Fortunately for them, their assumption of authority in
these art-matters came to entire grief.

It is evident, then, that all authority in such things is bad.  People
sometimes inquire what form of government is most suitable for an artist
to live under.  To this question there is only one answer.  The form of
government that is most suitable to the artist is no government at all.
Authority over him and his art is ridiculous.  It has been stated that
under despotisms artists have produced lovely work.  This is not quite
so.  Artists have visited despots, not as subjects to be tyrannised over,
but as wandering wonder-makers, as fascinating vagrant personalities, to
be entertained and charmed and suffered to be at peace, and allowed to
create.  There is this to be said in favour of the despot, that he, being
an individual, may have culture, while the mob, being a monster, has
none.  One who is an Emperor and King may stoop down to pick up a brush
for a painter, but when the democracy stoops down it is merely to throw
mud.  And yet the democracy have not so far to stoop as the emperor.  In
fact, when they want to throw mud they have not to stoop at all.  But
there is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority
is equally bad.

There are three kinds of despots.  There is the despot who tyrannises
over the body.  There is the despot who tyrannises over the soul.  There
is the despot who tyrannises over the soul and body alike.  The first is
called the Prince.  The second is called the Pope.  The third is called
the People.  The Prince may be cultivated.  Many Princes have been.  Yet
in the Prince there is danger.  One thinks of Dante at the bitter feast
in Verona, of Tasso in Ferrara’s madman’s cell.  It is better for the
artist not to live with Princes.  The Pope may be cultivated.  Many Popes
have been; the bad Popes have been.  The bad Popes loved Beauty, almost
as passionately, nay, with as much passion as the good Popes hated
Thought.  To the wickedness of the Papacy humanity owes much.  The
goodness of the Papacy owes a terrible debt to humanity.  Yet, though the
Vatican has kept the rhetoric of its thunders, and lost the rod of its
lightning, it is better for the artist not to live with Popes.  It was a
Pope who said of Cellini to a conclave of Cardinals that common laws and
common authority were not made for men such as he; but it was a Pope who
thrust Cellini into prison, and kept him there till he sickened with
rage, and created unreal visions for himself, and saw the gilded sun
enter his room, and grew so enamoured of it that he sought to escape, and
crept out from tower to tower, and falling through dizzy air at dawn,
maimed himself, and was by a vine-dresser covered with vine leaves, and
carried in a cart to one who, loving beautiful things, had care of him.
There is danger in Popes.  And as for the People, what of them and their
authority?  Perhaps of them and their authority one has spoken enough.
Their authority is a thing blind, deaf, hideous, grotesque, tragic,
amusing, serious, and obscene.  It is impossible for the artist to live
with the People.  All despots bribe.  The people bribe and brutalise.
Who told them to exercise authority?  They were made to live, to listen,
and to love.  Someone has done them a great wrong.  They have marred
themselves by imitation of their inferiors.  They have taken the sceptre
of the Prince.  How should they use it?  They have taken the triple tiara
of the Pope.  How should they carry its burden?  They are as a clown
whose heart is broken.  They are as a priest whose soul is not yet born.
Let all who love Beauty pity them.  Though they themselves love not
Beauty, yet let them pity themselves.  Who taught them the trick of
tyranny?

There are many other things that one might point out.  One might point
out how the Renaissance was great, because it sought to solve no social
problem, and busied itself not about such things, but suffered the
individual to develop freely, beautifully, and naturally, and so had
great and individual artists, and great and individual men.  One might
point out how Louis XIV., by creating the modern state, destroyed the
individualism of the artist, and made things monstrous in their monotony
of repetition, and contemptible in their conformity to rule, and
destroyed throughout all France all those fine freedoms of expression
that had made tradition new in beauty, and new modes one with antique
form.  But the past is of no importance.  The present is of no
importance.  It is with the future that we have to deal.  For the past is
what man should not have been.  The present is what man ought not to be.
The future is what artists are.

It will, of course, be said that such a scheme as is set forth here is
quite unpractical, and goes against human nature.  This is perfectly
true.  It is unpractical, and it goes against human nature.  This is why
it is worth carrying out, and that is why one proposes it.  For what is a
practical scheme?  A practical scheme is either a scheme that is already
in existence, or a scheme that could be carried out under existing
conditions.  But it is exactly the existing conditions that one objects
to; and any scheme that could accept these conditions is wrong and
foolish.  The conditions will be done away with, and human nature will
change.  The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that
it changes.  Change is the one quality we can predicate of it.  The
systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature,
and not on its growth and development.  The error of Louis XIV. was that
he thought human nature would always be the same.  The result of his
error was the French Revolution.  It was an admirable result.  All the
results of the mistakes of governments are quite admirable.

It is to be noted also that Individualism does not come to man with any
sickly cant about duty, which merely means doing what other people want
because they want it; or any hideous cant about self-sacrifice, which is
merely a survival of savage mutilation.  In fact, it does not come to man
with any claims upon him at all.  It comes naturally and inevitably out
of man.  It is the point to which all development tends.  It is the
differentiation to which all organisms grow.  It is the perfection that
is inherent in every mode of life, and towards which every mode of life
quickens.  And so Individualism exercises no compulsion over man.  On the
contrary, it says to man that he should suffer no compulsion to be
exercised over him.  It does not try to force people to be good.  It
knows that people are good when they are let alone.  Man will develop
Individualism out of himself.  Man is now so developing Individualism.
To ask whether Individualism is practical is like asking whether
Evolution is practical.  Evolution is the law of life, and there is no
evolution except towards Individualism.  Where this tendency is not
expressed, it is a case of artificially-arrested growth, or of disease,
or of death.

Individualism will also be unselfish and unaffected.  It has been pointed
out that one of the results of the extraordinary tyranny of authority is
that words are absolutely distorted from their proper and simple meaning,
and are used to express the obverse of their right signification.  What
is true about Art is true about Life.  A man is called affected,
nowadays, if he dresses as he likes to dress.  But in doing that he is
acting in a perfectly natural manner.  Affectation, in such matters,
consists in dressing according to the views of one’s neighbour, whose
views, as they are the views of the majority, will probably be extremely
stupid.  Or a man is called selfish if he lives in the manner that seems
to him most suitable for the full realisation of his own personality; if,
in fact, the primary aim of his life is self-development.  But this is
the way in which everyone should live.  Selfishness is not living as one
wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.  And
unselfishness is letting other people’s lives alone, not interfering with
them.  Selfishness always aims at creating around it an absolute
uniformity of type.  Unselfishness recognises infinite variety of type as
a delightful thing, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it.  It is not
selfish to think for oneself.  A man who does not think for himself does
not think at all.  It is grossly selfish to require of ones neighbour
that he should think in the same way, and hold the same opinions.  Why
should he?  If he can think, he will probably think differently.  If he
cannot think, it is monstrous to require thought of any kind from him.  A
red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose.  It would be
horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be
both red and roses.  Under Individualism people will be quite natural and
absolutely unselfish, and will know the meanings of the words, and
realise them in their free, beautiful lives.  Nor will men be egotistic
as they are now.  For the egotist is he who makes claims upon others, and
the Individualist will not desire to do that.  It will not give him
pleasure.  When man has realised Individualism, he will also realise
sympathy and exercise it freely and spontaneously.  Up to the present man
has hardly cultivated sympathy at all.  He has merely sympathy with pain,
and sympathy with pain is not the highest form of sympathy.  All sympathy
is fine, but sympathy with suffering is the least fine mode.  It is
tainted with egotism.  It is apt to become morbid.  There is in it a
certain element of terror for our own safety.  We become afraid that we
ourselves might be as the leper or as the blind, and that no man would
have care of us.  It is curiously limiting, too.  One should sympathise
with the entirety of life, not with life’s sores and maladies merely, but
with life’s joy and beauty and energy and health and freedom.  The wider
sympathy is, of course, the more difficult.  It requires more
unselfishness.  Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend,
but it requires a very fine nature—it requires, in fact, the nature of a
true Individualist—to sympathise with a friend’s success.

In the modern stress of competition and struggle for place, such sympathy
is naturally rare, and is also very much stifled by the immoral ideal of
uniformity of type and conformity to rule which is so prevalent
everywhere, and is perhaps most obnoxious in England.

Sympathy with pain there will, of course, always be.  It is one of the
first instincts of man.  The animals which are individual, the higher
animals, that is to say, share it with us.  But it must be remembered
that while sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of joy in the world,
sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain.  It may
make man better able to endure evil, but the evil remains.  Sympathy with
consumption does not cure consumption; that is what Science does.  And
when Socialism has solved the problem of poverty, and Science solved the
problem of disease, the area of the sentimentalists will be lessened, and
the sympathy of man will be large, healthy, and spontaneous.  Man will
have joy in the contemplation of the joyous life of others.

For it is through joy that the Individualism of the future will develop
itself.  Christ made no attempt to reconstruct society, and consequently
the Individualism that he preached to man could be realised only through
pain or in solitude.  The ideals that we owe to Christ are the ideals of
the man who abandons society entirely, or of the man who resists society
absolutely.  But man is naturally social.  Even the Thebaid became
peopled at last.  And though the cenobite realises his personality, it is
often an impoverished personality that he so realises.  Upon the other
hand, the terrible truth that pain is a mode through which man may
realise himself exercises a wonderful fascination over the world.
Shallow speakers and shallow thinkers in pulpits and on platforms often
talk about the world’s worship of pleasure, and whine against it.  But it
is rarely in the world’s history that its ideal has been one of joy and
beauty.  The worship of pain has far more often dominated the world.
Mediævalism, with its saints and martyrs, its love of self-torture, its
wild passion for wounding itself, its gashing with knives, and its
whipping with rods—Mediævalism is real Christianity, and the mediæval
Christ is the real Christ.  When the Renaissance dawned upon the world,
and brought with it the new ideals of the beauty of life and the joy of
living, men could not understand Christ.  Even Art shows us that.  The
painters of the Renaissance drew Christ as a little boy playing with
another boy in a palace or a garden, or lying back in his mother’s arms,
smiling at her, or at a flower, or at a bright bird; or as a noble,
stately figure moving nobly through the world; or as a wonderful figure
rising in a sort of ecstasy from death to life.  Even when they drew him
crucified they drew him as a beautiful God on whom evil men had inflicted
suffering.  But he did not preoccupy them much.  What delighted them was
to paint the men and women whom they admired, and to show the loveliness
of this lovely earth.  They painted many religious pictures—in fact, they
painted far too many, and the monotony of type and motive is wearisome,
and was bad for art.  It was the result of the authority of the public in
art-matters, and is to be deplored.  But their soul was not in the
subject.  Raphael was a great artist when he painted his portrait of the
Pope.  When he painted his Madonnas and infant Christs, he is not a great
artist at all.  Christ had no message for the Renaissance, which was
wonderful because it brought an ideal at variance with his, and to find
the presentation of the real Christ we must go to mediæval art.  There he
is one maimed and marred; one who is not comely to look on, because
Beauty is a joy; one who is not in fair raiment, because that may be a
joy also: he is a beggar who has a marvellous soul; he is a leper whose
soul is divine; he needs neither property nor health; he is a God
realising his perfection through pain.

The evolution of man is slow.  The injustice of men is great.  It was
necessary that pain should be put forward as a mode of self-realisation.
Even now, in some places in the world, the message of Christ is
necessary.  No one who lived in modern Russia could possibly realise his
perfection except by pain.  A few Russian artists have realised
themselves in Art; in a fiction that is mediæval in character, because
its dominant note is the realisation of men through suffering.  But for
those who are not artists, and to whom there is no mode of life but the
actual life of fact, pain is the only door to perfection.  A Russian who
lives happily under the present system of government in Russia must
either believe that man has no soul, or that, if he has, it is not worth
developing.  A Nihilist who rejects all authority, because he knows
authority to be evil, and welcomes all pain, because through that he
realises his personality, is a real Christian.  To him the Christian
ideal is a true thing.

And yet, Christ did not revolt against authority.  He accepted the
imperial authority of the Roman Empire and paid tribute.  He endured the
ecclesiastical authority of the Jewish Church, and would not repel its
violence by any violence of his own.  He had, as I said before, no scheme
for the reconstruction of society.  But the modern world has schemes.  It
proposes to do away with poverty and the suffering that it entails.  It
desires to get rid of pain, and the suffering that pain entails.  It
trusts to Socialism and to Science as its methods.  What it aims at is an
Individualism expressing itself through joy.  This Individualism will be
larger, fuller, lovelier than any Individualism has ever been.  Pain is
not the ultimate mode of perfection.  It is merely provisional and a
protest.  It has reference to wrong, unhealthy, unjust surroundings.
When the wrong, and the disease, and the injustice are removed, it will
have no further place.  It will have done its work.  It was a great work,
but it is almost over.  Its sphere lessens every day.

Nor will man miss it.  For what man has sought for is, indeed, neither
pain nor pleasure, but simply Life.  Man has sought to live intensely,
fully, perfectly.  When he can do so without exercising restraint on
others, or suffering it ever, and his activities are all pleasurable to
him, he will be saner, healthier, more civilised, more himself.  Pleasure
is Nature’s test, her sign of approval.  When man is happy, he is in
harmony with himself and his environment.  The new Individualism, for
whose service Socialism, whether it wills it or not, is working, will be
perfect harmony.  It will be what the Greeks sought for, but could not,
except in Thought, realise completely, because they had slaves, and fed
them; it will be what the Renaissance sought for, but could not realise
completely except in Art, because they had slaves, and starved them.  It
will be complete, and through it each man will attain to his perfection.
The new Individualism is the new Hellenism.

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