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Limited, 5 & 6 Johnson’s Courts Fieet Streeti JLondoD, E.C.4, CONTENTS PACK One and Many i Sii^NCE IS Golden : 1929 .... 41 Spinoza's Worm 49 Swift 73 Paradise 85 Wordsworth in the Tropics . . .90 Fashions in Love 104 Francis and Grigory 115 Baudelaire 137 Holy Face 162 Revolutions 170 Pascal 181 ONE AND MANY § I. Introduction There are many kinds of Gods. Therefore there are many kinds of men. For men make Gods in their own likeness. To talk about religion except in terms of human psychology is an irrelevance. ' Aphrodite, you say, came with my son to Menelaus' house.” It is Hecuba who speaks, in Euripides's Trojan Women, to the disastrous Helen. ‘ How laughable 1 . . . Wlien you saw him it was your own thought that became Aphrodite. Aphrodite is the name for every human folly.” And similarly Jehovah, Allah, the Trinity, Jesus, Buddha are names for a great variety of human virtues, human mystical experiences, human aesthetic emotions, human remorses, human compensatory fancies, human terrors, human cruelties. If all men were alike, all the world would worship the same God. Aphro- dite, however, bears little resemblance to Calvin's Jehovah, Siva is singularly unlike the Something not ourselves that makes for the righteousness of cultured modernists. Quot homines, tot dei. Even the same man is not consistently the wor- shipper of one God. Officially an agnostic, I feel the presence of devils in a tropical forest. Con- fronted, when the weather is fine and I am in propitious emotional circumstances, with certain landscapes,* certain works of art, certain human beings, I Mow, for the time being, that God's in his heaven and aU's right with the world. On other X 2 ONE AND MANY occasions, skies and destiny being inclement, I am no less immediately certain of the malignant imper- sonality of an uncaring universe- Every human being has had similar experiences. This being so, the sensible thing to do would be to accept the facts and frame a metaphysic to fit them. But with that talent for doing the wrong thing, that genius for perversity, so characteristically human, men hav'e preferred, especially in recent times, to take another course. They have either denied the existence of these psychological facts; or if they iiave admitted them, have done so only to condemn as evil all such experiences as cannot be reconciled in a logical system with whatever particular class of experiences they have chosen, arbitrarily, to regard as * true * and morally valuable. Every man tries to pretend that he is consistently one kind of person, and docs ins best consistently to worship one kind of God. And this despite the fact that he experiences e so, it has turned out in practice to be so, ' really/ Will the world always show such deference to our law.s of thought? The physicists are at present involved In such difficulties that some pessimists have suggested that the universe is fundamentally iirational. One can only shrug one's shoulders and hope for the best. Either, then, the world is irrational, and logically necessary conclusions from real premisses do not always and necessarily correspond with reality. Or else the world is rational, and conclusions drawn from real premisses must themselves be real. But the difficulty in this latter case is to be sure that the ONE AND MANY 5 premisses do completely correspond witli reality — whatever reality may be (which nobody knows) — or even with what we have chosen, for the particular purposes of the moment, to regard as reality. It is so great, that we try wherever possible to check theoretical results by experiment. And in those very numerous cases where they cannot be checked ? Again, one can only shrug one's shoulders and hope for the best. The theologians have wisely insisted that faith shall supplement reason. So much for logic. What, now, of the claims of the natural sciences, based on observation ? Consider, in this connection, a chair. What sort of chair, you ask, how old and made by whom? For the sake of simplicity, and to help the poor scientist, I will ignore these questions, even though they refer to what are quite obviously the most important aspects of the chair. An oak chair made by machinery for any one of a million Babbitts is radically different from an oak chair made by a mediaeval craftsman for a prince of the Church. The two chairs are different in the quality of what we are forced, for lack of better expressions, to call their souls, their characters, their forms of life. For the sake of simplicity, however, 1 will ignore all the aspects of the chair that every human being spontaneously feels to be the most significant, and concentrate exclusively on its ponder- able and measurable aspects — on those aspects, in a word, with which science has elected to deal. To the gross senses the chair seems solid and substantial. But the gross sens^ can be refined by means of instruments. Closer observations are made, as the result of which we are forced to conclude that the chair is ' really a swarm of electric charges whizzing about in empty space. If it were in our power to make observations with other organs than 6 ONE AND MANY those with which nature has endow^ed tis, the same logic would certainly compel us to believe that the chair was " really * something quite unlike both the substantial object made by joiners, and sold on the instalment system, and the sw''arm of electric charges. All that we are finally justified in affirming is that the psychological experience called ‘ substantial chair ' is the one we have to rely on as ' true ' in one set of circumstances, while Ifie experience, ' electric-charge chair,' must be regarded as ' true ' in other circumstances and for other purposes, 11 le substantial-chair experience is felt to be intrinsically more satisfactory, because we are more arcustsiaiuiai objects. Both types of chair are abstractions. Jhit while the substantial chair is an abstraction <*asily made from the memories of innumoralile s(*nsa"- tions of sight and touch, the electric-charge t'hair is a difficult and far-fetched abstraction frtan rc*rtain visual sensations so excessively rare (t}u*y <'an only come to us in the course of elaborate experiments) that not one man in a million has ever been in the position to make it for himself. The overwhelming majority of us accept the electric-cliargc diair on authority, as good Catholics accept transiibstantia- tion. We have faith and we believe. Quite without genuine conviction. What we are genuinely rem- vinced of is the solid substantiality of chairs. Which is ' really ’ illusory. What is the position, in the hierarchy of truths, of the individual sensations from whkli we abstract our substantial objects, collections of electric charges, or whatever else we care to fabricate from tlicisc elementary experiences? In practice we are con- tinually, and for the most part automatically, ONE AND MANY 7 correcting our immediate sensations. This cock- eyed two-dimensional figure, of which some parts are coloured in light tones and some in dark, and which changes its shape and the disposition of its colours as we walk past it, is ‘ really ' a cubical box seen in perspective. This collection of irregular surfaces which I touch with my finger-ti])s is ' really ' a solid stone. And so on. The capacity to make such corrections is characteristically human. Ani- mals, even the higher animals, seem to * believe all they see.' What they see (which is more or less what we see in its primitive uncorrect cd state) — is it falser, in any absolute sense of the word, than that which w'e abstract from our immediate sensations? Is the appearance, to use the phraseology of Plato, intrinsic- ally and absolutely less true than the Idea? Plato himself would have answered in the affirmative. Appearances are illusory; Ideas (our abstractions from remembered appearances) are true. But con- sidering the matter with a little attention, wc perceive that there is no more reason why an abstraction made after the fact should be nearer to the thing in itself than an immediate sensation. It is only for certain strictly human purpo.ses that the Idea can be con- sidered truer than the appearance. Abstracted from a mass of the most diverse sensations, the Idea is a sort of Lowest Cvimisly be affirming their belief in sixty-four or two hundred and seventeen, or whatever other number of Ciods happened to be prescribed by the competent authorities. One right-thinking man thinks like all other right-thinking men of his time — that is to say, in most cases, like some wrong-thinking man of another time. Mr, Jones believes in on© God, because Mr. Smith believes in one God, and incidentally, because a good many centuries ago Plato and numerous Jews, including Jesus, beheved in one God, But why did it ever occur to any one to believe ONE AND MANY 9 in only one God? And, conversely, why did it ever occur to any one to believe in many Gods? To both these questions we must return the same answer : Because that is how the human mind hap- pens to work. For the human mind is both diverse and simple, simultaneously many and one. We have an immediate perception of our own diversity and of that of the outside world. And at the same time we have immediate perceptions of our own oneness. Occasion- ally also, in certain states which may vaguely be described as mystical, we have an immediate percep- tion of an external unity, embracing and (paradoxi- cally — but we actually experience the paradox) em- braced by our own internal unity ,* we feel the whole universe as a single individual mysteriously fused with ourselves. Moreover, by a process of abstrac- tion, of generalisation, of logical reasoning, we can discover in the outside world a principle of unity, none the less genuine for the fact that we have very possibly put it tliere ourselves. The sixpence I fmd in my Christmas pudding is still sixpence, even though it was I who gave it ^o the cook. If the wmld presents itself to me as a unity as well as a diversity, that is because I myself am one as well as many. Perceiving, I create my world, perhaps out of notliing but the stuff of my own mind, perhaps out of things in themselves — who knows? Fatally and necessarily, however, I create it in my own image- If I were wholly diverse — a mere succession in time of un- connected states — I should obviously inhabit a wildly diverse universe, in which instant succeeded discrete instant, event followed causeless and resultless event, incoherently. If, on the contrary, I were a simple perfected unity, my world would be as simply perfect as the universe inhabited by a stone. That is to say, it would be non-existent, since I myself would lO ONE AND MANY have no consciousness either of my own or of any other existence. For perfection is the same as non- existence; and, undivided against itself, uncon- trasted with diversity, the One is the equivalent of tiie Nothing. We are aware of existing; therefore we are not merely one. We are conscious of remaining our- selves through inward and outward cliange ; therefore we are not merely diverse. Given these peculiarities of human nature, it is easy to infer the peculiarities of divine nature. Men are both simple and diverse; therefore there are many Gods and therefore there is only one God. History confirms a theoretical conclusion. In certain tracts of space and time, there is no God but God; in others, the local pantheons arc over- crowded like so many slum tenements. In yet others, men have made a compromise in their myth- ology between unity and diversity. Olympus i.s no more a democracy, but a monarchy ruhfear it in mind, we are forced, I think, to admit that tlicre has been a genuine trend in recent times towards a Unitarian mythology and the worslnp of one God. This is the tendency which it has been customary to regard as a spiritual progress. On what grounds? Chiefly, so far as one can see, because we in the twentieth-century West are 12 ONE AND MANY officially tlie worshippers of a single divinity. A move- ment whose consummation is Us must be progressive. Quod erat demonstrandum. For those, however, who dislike the present dispensation this argument will hardly seem con- vincing. In their eyes a movement that concludes in Us seems the reverse of progressive. Almost all historical discussions, it should he noticed, are discussions of personal tastes. Thus, both Flinders Petrie and Spengler believe in the cyclic recurrence of history. But their cycles are not the same, because their standards of civilization and barbarism, or in other words their tastes in literature, art, religion, and morals, happen to dilfer. Most of the arguments for and against the reality of progress are similarly oblkiue statements of the arguer's personal tastes. Having thus given due warning, I can now proceed to consider the cjuestlon : Is the displacement of polytheism by monotheism a progress ? § 5. Monotheism Monotheism, as we know it in the West, was invented by the Jews. These unfortunate inhabitants of the desert found nothing in the surrounding bare- ness to make them suppose that the world was richly diverse. It was easy for them to conceive the deity as one and disembodied. " L'extrUme simplicity dc Fesprit symitique/ says Renan, * sans ytendue, sans diversity, sans arts plastiques, sans philosophie, sans mythologie, sans vie politique, sans progr^s, n'a pas d'autre cause : il n'y a pas de varMty dans le mono- thyisme/ Conversely, he might have added, there can be no polytheism in minds by nature or by habit so sterile, so ungenerous of fruits. Except for a little literature, the Jews and Arabs produced nothing ONE AND MANY ^3 humanly valuable until they left their deserts, came into contact with the polytheistic races and absorbed their culture. The modem world is still suffering from the native incapacity of the Jews to be political. The art of making and preserving a City, which we call by the Greek name, * politics,' was never an indigenous growth among the Hebrews. The City of the Greeks and the other civilized nations of anti- quity were hateful to them. Their ideas were essenti- ally anti-political. The politics of Judaea, when there were any, were borrowed from the Egyptians and Babylonians and, later, from the Greeks. These borrowings were regarded with violent disapproval by the champions of Hebrew orthodoxy, who objected to organized civilization on two grounds. Some, like Amos, hated it just because it was civilization and not nomadic barbarism. It was in the desert that God had made his covenant with the Chosen Race, and in the desert there was nothing else to think about but God. So, Back to the Desert 1 was their war-cry. Others, the Ebionites, objected to civilization because it was hierarchical, because it made for social inequality. They gave prophetically indignant utter- ance to the envious hatred of the poor in cash and in spirit against the rich and talented and cultured. A pious and imiversal mediocrity was their ideal. The spiritual descendants of these two classes of prophets are still with us. Wliat Amos said so many centuries ago, Gandhi and the Tolstoyans are saying to-day. The Communists are the modem Ebionites, And this resemblance between the old and the new is not a chance resemblance. But for the Bilde, Tolstoy would never have come to think as he did ; and Lenin was the disciple of that old- fashioned Hebrew prophet in scientific fancy dress, Karl Marx^ Tlie Hellenic City has found in these Jew- 14 ONE AND MANY inspired leaders and their followers some of its bitterest enemies. The Jews were also responsible, at any rate in part, for an even more pernicious anti-political doctrine — the doctrine of the all-importance in human life of economic success. That prosperity was, or ought to be, the reward of virtue wa.s a funda- mental article of the Jewish creed. Why are the Bad sometimes Rich ? That, for the Jews, was the prin- cipal Riddle of the Universe. There was only one God, and he existed primarily to see that the vittiioii.s were successful. The Bible-reading Prote.staiits, especially Calvin, introduced this idea into Euro|)e. The Puritans were the first typically modem Business Men^ — the first rich Christians who were not shgldly ashamed and frightened of being rich; the first shopkeepers to feel themselves the ecpials of gentle- men, artists, scholars, priests (and not merely tlunr equals, but even their superiors) ; the first mcchnnks who ever esteemed their money-getting as a pur.suit to be ranked with contemplation and the liberal arts. It is in the essentially Protestant America — home of the ignoble Benjamin PVanklin — -that this Jewish doctrine of the primacy of economic values has found the widest acceptance and been most whedc- heartedly acted upon. From America it has begun to infect the rest of the world. Thanks to the Protestant Reformers, the whole of humanity is being Judaked. We are all paying for ' Pextrtoe simplicity de Tesprit symitique.' Having made what is obviously an utterly damning statement about the Chosen Race and its religion, Renan calmly proceeds to explain that the missiem, the historical ' point,' of the Jews was to tend the small flame of monotheism and to transmit it, in due course and by the agency of the first Christians, to ONE AND MANY T5 the Western world. Their mission, in a word, was to infect the rest of humanity with a belief which, according to Renan himself, prevented them from having any art, any philosophy, any political life, any breadth or diversity of vision, any progress. We may be pardoned for wishing that the Jews had remained, not forty, but four thousand years in their repulsive wilderness. If the effects of pure monotheism are really those which Renan attributes to it, then, it is obvious, the passage from the worship of many Gods to the worship of one cannot possibly be called a progress, at any rate in the sphere of practical living. An enthusiastic monotheist will retort that progress in the art of life is not * true ' progress, and that the only progress worth considering is that towards the Truth. ' MonotlK‘ism,' he would argue, ' may be incom- patible with art, philosophy, political life, and all the rest. I am ready to grant your wliole case. Never- theless, I would rather believe in one God and be a barren Semite — a spiritual desert roaming through deserts of sand — than be a fertile Greek and believe in many Gods. For monotheism is Ime and poly- tlieism is false/ But stich a statement, as we have seen, is quite meaningless. Monotheism and poly- theism are the rationalisations of distinct psycho- logical states, both undeniably existent as facts of experience, and between which it is quite impossible for us, with 11 jc merely human faculties at our disposal, to choose. Any particular system of polytlieism may fairly safely be regarded as untrue, or at any rate highly improbable. It is highly improbable, for example, that Thor or Dionysus ever existed in the same way as Mount Olympus or the Atlantic Ocean existed and continue to exist. Tlieir being is of the same kind as the being of Jehovah and the something i6 ONE AND IMANY not ourselves that made for nmeleenth-rentiiry right- eousness, as the being of the unicorn and tlie Economic Man and the absolutely equilateral triangle. (Whether the two forms of existence are radically and essentially different is another question. Both are existences in a mind : but one type of existence seems to have a closer connection with a hypothetical outside world of things in themselves than the other. Are we justified in drawing a definite distinction, except for tlie purely practical purposes of our daily living, between the two classes of existence? It is difficult to say.) That Thor or Dionysus ever ‘ really " existed is, I repeat, exceedingly improbable — though there is, of course, no conceivable method of proving that they did not or do not now exist, just as tliere is no conceivable method of disproving the existence of those disembodied spirits who were once supposed to direct the movements of the planets. At any moment Aphrodite may suddenly rise from the waves at Bournemouth or St. Leonards. May rise; !)ut, alas, how much more probably may not 1 There is every reason to fear that life in these delicious resorts will continue to moulder away undisturlx^d towards some final and unattainable state of Absolute Putre- faction. But though the * real ' existence of ilie deities of any pantheon may be doubted, the existence of the internal and external diversity of which they are symbolical is undeniable. No less undeniable is the existence of some kind of inward and outward unity. But that this unity should really be the God of pure monotheism is as improbable as that the diversity should really be Apollo and Quexalcoatl, Siva and Thor. For a certain class of highly civilized men and women, any passage from the concrete to the abstract, from the sensed and the felt to the merely thought ONE AND MANY T7 about, is a progress. The man whose activities are predominantly intellectual, who lives mainly with and for disembodied ideas, is regarded by these people (they are, of course, paying a graceful compliment to themselves) as a being of a higher type than the man who lives to any considerable extent with the in- stinctive, intuitive, and passional side of his nature in a world of immediate experiences and concrete things. (In the sphere of practical living, as we have seen, the distinction, perhaps invalid theoretically, between the class of psychological facts which we call ‘ the concrete ' and that other class which we call * the abstract ' is of the highest significance, and must therefore be clearly drawn.) To intellectuals of the kind I have described, polytheism seems a debased form of religion ; its many Gods too faithfully symbolize the diversities of the external world and of the instinctive and passional side of human nature. A single, infinite, disembodied divinity is much more to their taste. For a long time, however, this God re- mains too grossly personal and, despite his infiniteness, anthropomorphic to be wholeheartedly accepted by minds that are only perfectly at ease with algebraical symbols. The process of slow mangling and gradual murder, which these people beautifully call * the spiritualization of man's conception of the divine,' must be carried to its extreme limit. Long since castrated, the deity must now be bled and disem- bowelled. Only when the last drop of living blood has been squeezed from the eternal arteries does God become fit to be worshipped by a high-class intel- lectual modernist. For by this time God has degener- ated into an algebraical formula, a pure abstraction. He is no longer alive, no longer has the least connec- tion with life; he has become simply a word prmterea nihil, Wlien he said that the Word was in ONE AND MANY i8 the beginning, St. John made a slight mistake. " At the end ' was what he should have written. By the time he has been reduced to a mere verbal abstrac- tion, God is at his last gasp. The modernists have all but spiritualized him out of existence. From poly- theism to monotheism, from monotheism to the worship of an abstraction, from the worship of an abstraction to the worship of nothing at all — ^stich are the several stages in the progressive ' spiritualization of man’s conception of the divine.’ And perhaps the process may turn out in the end to have been genuinely progressive — progressive in a circle or perhaps a spiral. For, who knows? the nihilistic atheism into which advancing spirituality is so rapidly leading ns nia}» prove to be the introduction, by the way of almost desperate reaction, to a new and more perfect pol}'- theism, itself the symbolical expression of a new and affirmative attitude towards those divinely mysterious forces of Life against which we now so ungratefully blaspheme. But before going further with these speculations about the future and the possible, I mtist turn aside to say something, in the most general terms, about the actual history of that monotheism which the Western peoples look over from the Jews, § 6. Trees and Fruits If what Renan says about the sterilizing effects of pure monotheism be true (as I think it is), he have not sunk, since their conversion, to the level of those deplorable Semites, among whom their historian could find no art, no science, no philosophy, no politics, none of those activities, in a word, which justify men in taking a certain pride in their humanity? The tree shall be known by its fruits, Christian Europe has borne good fruits in plenty* Are these the ONE AND MANY T9 fruits of its monotheism? No. The peoples whom the Jews infected with their monotheism were by long tradition profoundly polytheistic. They lived, moreover, in a world that was not a desert, a world not barren, hard, and dry, but softly alive with the most various richness. They have never, until quite recent times, shown any signs of becoming pure mono- theists, like their Semitic teachers. Christian ortho- doxy itself made a compromise with polytheism. Its one God w^as mysteriously several Gods. It encour- aged the worship of a subsidiary female deity. Innu- merable saints received their tribute of local adoration, usurped the place once occupied by the lares and penates in the home, and provided with their relics an inexhaustible supply of fetishes. (Not quite in- exhaustible, however. The demand sometimes out- ran the supply; Chaucer's Pardoner was compelled to travel with a glass case full of ' pigges bones/) In quantity the Catholic could ri\’‘al with any heathen pantheon known to history. But not in quality. That was bad. For the saints were drearily lacking in variety ; they were all monotonously * good.' For all their swarming numbers, they represented but one aspect of human life — the * spiritual.' The Greek and all the other professedly polytheistic systems were much completer, much more realistic. Their pantlieons contained representatives of every vital activity — representatives of the body and the instincts as well as of the spirit, of the passionate energies as well as of the reason, of the self-regarding as well as of tlje altruistic tendencies in human nature. True, the Christians did recogniize the existence of these other, imspiritual aspects of existence; but they handed them over for symbolical embodiment to the Devil and his angels. Most of the virtues of the pagans— beauty, strength, cunning, and all such 20 ONE AND MANY wisdom as is not the inspired imbecility of the poor in spirit — ^were branded as vices and attributed to the Prince of this World. The result of this astonish- ing policy was the implanting in the modem soul of all that strange and repulsive gamut of peculiarly Christian diseases, from diabolism to conviction of sin, from the Folly of the Cross to Don-Juanism. Wiat had once been a frank worship of the Gods of Life degenerated, during the Christian era, into a furtive and self-consciously guilty practice of devil-worship, Christianity could not destroy the old Adam; it merely perverted him and made him disgusting. That men with souls so naturaliter non Christianm as the Greeks, the Romans, and, later, the other peoples of Europe, should ever have accepted Jewish monotheism, even in the impure form in which it was offered them by Christianity, may seem surprising. But, as it happened, circumstances in the first centuries of our era were extremely propitious to the spread of Semitic dogmas in the West. If Gods are made in the image of men, cosmogonies reflect the forms of terrestrial states. In an empire ruled absolutt?Iy by one man the notion of an universe under the control of a single God seemed obvious and reasonable. When the world was divided up into small states ruled by noble oligarchies, the idea was not reasona!>ie nor obvious. The Christian God was a magnified and somewhat flattering portrait of Tiberius and Caligula. Under the Roman Empire, the Western world was unified. The process entailed the destruction, or at least the reduction to insigniflcant impotence, of all the old nobilities. There was a general levelling down of castes. Under its absolute monarch the Empire was in some sort a democracy. Class dis^ tinctions came to depend more and more exclusively on wealth. The Best Men were the richest. Heredia ONE AND MANY 21 tary aristocracies, heaven knows, are bad enough; but plutocracies are worse. Even degenerate aristo- cracies preserve a certain decency ; but at no time does a plutocracy develop any decency worth preserving j its Weltanschauung is uniformly detestable. Pluto- crats are believers either in a sordid Franklinesque morality (the Puritans, it is significant, were the first modern capitalists) ; or in a no less sordid self-in- dulgence ; or in both at once. The Gospel of Work and the Gospel of the Good Time are equally popular in the modern world. A genuine aristocracy would find them equally stupid and disgusting. Among the old aristocracies, destroyed by the Roman Empire, polytheism was the traditional religion. The Gods were the images of the ruling nobles projected through the magnifying, the beauti- fully distorting medium of the imagination on to the vault of heaven. The cardinal virtues, in these ancient societies, were the virtues of a class of masters. The deadly sins (but they were neither deadly nor sins, in the Christian sense, but only contemptible defects of mind and body) were the characteristic failings of slaves. With the rise of the Empire, the ruling castes slowly withered. Between the monarch and the swarming slaves only the semblance of a nobility and the sordid reality of a class of money-makers now intervened. Freed from the aristocratic tradi- tion, which had imposed on them its alien ethic and beliefs, the slaves now found themselves m a position to express their religious preferences. They chose the religion which assured them that they alone were virtuous in this life, and would alone be happy in the next ; the religion that exalted pity as the first of duties and condemned power as the worst of crimes; the religion that proclaimed the equality ONE AND MANY 2:3 of all men, that preached universal love and at the same time (for the love was tempered by envy and hatred) promised the weak a posthumous vengeance on their masters. In a word, they chose Christianity. Its monotheism, its universaiism, fitted the imperial circumstances. In due course it became the religion of the State.^ Shortly, however, after this evvnt, the circumstances which had made possible tlie spread of the new religion entirely changed. The religion of slaves was required to adapt itself to an aristocratic society. The revival of aristocracy was due to the Bar- barians, who broke up the Empire and creatcil a class of land-holding magnates to rule over the fragments. Even before the destruction of the imperial machine we can detect signs that presage the coming feudal system. By the end of the fonrtli century the great landowners were full-blown barons, above the imperial law. The State could do nothing against them; it was too weak, because too f>oor, to be able to oppress any but the feeble. Tliat the once incredibly wealthy Empire should have sunk into such poverty may seem at a first sight inexplicably strange. But the Romans had squandered unproductively all the vast sums they had won by their Eastern con- quests. Of capitalism in the modern form they were quite ignorant. Rome had no industrie.s, and its financiers were merely usurers. The economic collapse of Rome began as early as the second century. Money became scarcer and scarcer; barter and payment in 1 All this is perhaps a little too * profound " in the German manner. But for Constantine's whim, would Christianity ever have become the State religion ? Similarly, would England have taken to Prot^tantism if Henry had been less anxious to get rid of his wife? Such c|uestions are obviously un- answerable. But when generalizations become too * pro* found/ they are always worth asking. ONE AND MANY 23 kind — all the most rudimentary forms of economic activity — were gradually reintroduced. One of the results of this process was that the plutocracy of the Empire's palmy days began to transform itself into an aristocracy, for aristocracy flourishes where economic conditions are simple. When they become more complicated, a plutocracy takes its place. But not at once. There is a period when plutocrat and aristocrat exist and rule side by side — when the aristocrat is enriched by commerce and industry and the new plutocrat tries to live in accord with the old aristocratic ti*adition. These transitional periods have been the most splendid in human history. Athens and Florence at the height of their glory were each in this transitional state. So was England during the sixteenth and, diminishingly, the seven- teenth and eighteenth centuries. So was France at the same epoch. So was Germany during the eighteenth century. But this happy state has never lasted for very long. Either some catastrophe puts a sudden end to it (as was the case with Athens and Florence) ,* or else it develops gradually and naturally into something different, something worse. Pluto- cracy gains on aristocracy and at last displaces it altogether ; a new type of society comes into existence, and witli it a new civilization. The world of Pericles and Lorenzo the Magnificent becomes the world of Hoover and Ford. I can observe liow a piece of phosphorus behaves when it is dry, and afterwards I can drop it in a pail of water and observe how it behaves when it is wet. But tiiough I can observe (very incompletely and superficially, indeed) what happened as a result of Wellington's victory at Waterloo, I cannot alter the historical circumstances experimentally and observe what would have happened if Napoleon had won the ONE AND MANY 24 battle. There can be no crucial experiments in history, nor, for that matter, any completely acenrate observation. History is not a science. What would have happened during the Dark Ages and the succeeding centuries, if the religion of Europe had not been monotheistic? We can- not discover ; we find it hard even to imagine. Con- ceivably, of course, the history of those times would have been the same as that which is actually recorded in the text-books. It seems, however, unlikely : and I think we are justified in believing that mono- theism played an important and, on the whole, beneficent part during those times, first of obscure tumult and then of piecemeal order. The mono- theistic idea, with which were inextricably twined the catholic and imperial ideas, acted as a brake on those disruptive and centrifugal forces which might, but for it, have kept all Europe in a state of frag- mentary chaos. Christianity, the preacher of mono- theism, was valuable. But no less valuable, it should be remembered, was Christianity, the preserver of the old polytheistic culture. From the Jews Catholicism borrowed one God. From the Greeks and Romans it took all the rich diversity of art and thought which the Jews had sacrificed to their one God. Wluit it had taken it passed on. For both its gifts, divided and barbarous Europe owed it an enormous debt of gratitude. The circumstances of the Dark and Middle Ages rendered Christian monotheism, on the whole, a blessing and prevented it from doing harm. In a world broken up into isolated and politically inde- pendent fragments men could not take the idea of cosmic unity with dangerous seriousness. Moreover, the morality current in an aristocratic and warlike society was necessarily incompatible with Christian ONE AND MANY 25 morality and served as a wholesome antidote to it. Nor must it be forgotten that religion was, for the great majority, an affair predominantly of formalities and fetish-worship. If you went through the for- malities and worshipped the fetishes, it did not much matter what you did in the intervals. Men made little attempt to be consistently ‘ spiritual.' The few who took Christian teaching seriously could go into the monasteries and be spiritual in private. As for the rest, one has only to read the mediaeval story-tellers to see what their way of life was like. In the golden ages of faith, mo.st Christians lived, most of the time, in a manner almost as charmingly pagan as that of the ancient Cretans or Etruscans. The Age of Faith was golden (by comparison with that of militant Protestantism and the Counter- Reformation) because the faithful never dreamed of being consi.stentiy Christian. The Renaissance was a revival of the polytheistic spirit. The parallel Reformation was a revival of pure Scmiti.sm. The Reformers read their Old Testaments and, trying to imitate the Jews, became those detestable Puritans to whom wc owe, not merely GtiMdjism and Podsnappery, but also (as Weber and Tawney have shown) all that was and still is vilest, cruellest, most anti-human in the modern capitalist system. To their one Jewish God good Calvinists and Independents sacrificed almost every- thing that could make a man prouder of being a man than of being a termite or a perfectly efficient automaton. The Reformers took monotheism very seriously. A little later the triumphs of physical science led to its being taken no less seriously on other than religious grounds. Voltaire, for example, was an ardent monotheist, not because he wanted to be like 26 ONE AND MANY the Jews, but because Sir Isaac Newton had sticcess- fuUy formulated, in terms of mathematical equations, a number of apparently changeless Laws of Nature. ' God said, Let Newton be, and there was . . . God/ The physicists, it seemed, had seen through the illu- sion of diversity; the world was one and, with it, the world^s Creator. In due course Voltaire's God became an abstraction, and as an abstraction, a word, he still presides, very remotely, over tlie destinies of most serious-minded people at the present timc- § 7. The Present The contemporary circumstances are even more propitious to the spread of monotheism than were those of the Roman Empire. What the impeiial admini- stration did for the Mediterranean basin and Western Europe, commerce and good communications, cheap printing and elementary education for ail, tlie cinema and the radio, have done for the world at large. In s|)ite of national antagonisms, we arc aware of a certain planetary unity. It is an unity, at present, merely of economic interests; and perhaps it will never be more than that. To me, at any rate, it seems In the highest degree unlikely that mankind will ever feel itself intimately and livingly one. The dilferences of race and place are too enormous. Tiie !:>lood of Europeans pulses to a rhythm of life that is not the same as the rhythm of Indian or Chinese or Negro blood. And the various climates and continents impose a variety of existence- A northerner can never feel as a man of the tropics feels ; America imposes a mode of being that is radically unlike the modes of being possible in the Old World. There is such a thing as absolute alienness. An absolute aiienncss which no amount of Esperanto and internationaJ government of movies and thousand-miIes*an-hour ONE AND MANY 27 aeroplanes and standardized education, will ever, it seems to me, completely abolish. Meanwhile, however, economic unity exists and men are aware of their common interests, just as under the Romans they were aware of their common servitude to a single master. The social circumstances are propitious to monotheism. But propitious cir- cumstnnccs arc not creative, only fertilizing; there must be a psychological seed for the circumstances to be propitious to. In our contemporary world, what is the seed of monotheism ? For a section of the modern slave population Christianity is still the introduction to monotheism. But only for a section. Most slaves at the present time are not Christian at all. They are either too well off to feel the need of a consolatory faith — (witness the transformation of Christianity in America from a religion predominantly concerned with other worklly virtues and posthumous revenges into a system for the justification of wealth and the preaching of industrious respectability; from a system that condemned the Pharisee — ^that shining example of Good Citizenship — into one that exalts the Pharisee above every other human type) — either, I repeat, they are too prosperous to be Christians, or else, if they are badly off and discontented, they turn to one of the politick surrogates of Christianity and find in communism and dreams of terrestrial Utopias a com- forting prospect of happiness for themselves and condign punishment for their enemies. (From a political point of view, one of the great merits of Cliristianity is that it persuades the discontented to seek the cause of their woes, not in the surrounding social system, not in the crimes of their rulers, but in their own sinful natures and the divine order of the universe. For the English working classes the early B 28 ONE AND MANY years of the industrial epoch were years of unspeakable misery and degradation. Yet there was no revolution in England. For that we have largely to thank the Methodists. These single-minded revivalists of Chris- tianity did more to pieserve the stability of English institutions than all the Tory politicians. The greatest conservatives of the age were not the Wellesleys, but the Wesleys.) Contemporary monotheism^ — that vague and secular doctrine of the divine unity, which is now taken for granted as a sort of axiomatic truism — has its main psychological source in what, for lack of a better name, may be called our inteliectualism. Not that we an^ ail intellectuals nowadays. Far from it. But still less are we all predominantly instinctive, passional, intuitive beings. Instinct, passion, intuition are hindrances rather than helps to elTicient citizenship of the contemporaiy world. We are members of a very highly organized society, in wliich it pays best to be either a man who understands and unre- mittingly wills, or else a kind of obedient automaton. Inevitably; for the more complicated the social machine, the more inhumanly and mechanically simple becomes the task of the subordinate individual, the more inhumanly difficult that of the commanding organizer. Those who wish to lead a quiet life in our modem world must be like Babbitt— unc|uestionixigly a cog. Those who are ambitious to lead a {by current st^dards) successful life must be like Ford, deter- mined and very consciously intelligent. Those who would lead a thoroughly disastrous life have only to model themselves on the pattern, shall we say, of Bums or William Blake. In a society like ours 4he pccessful are those who live intensely with thm intellectual and voluntary side of their being, and m little as possible with the rest of themselves* The ONE ANO MANY 29 quietly Good Citizens are those who live as little as possible on any plane of existence. While those who live fully and harmoniously with their whole being are doomed to almost certain social disaster. Triumphant science enhances the already enormous prestige of will-directed intelligence. The most ignorant member of the modern slave population would probably agree with Aristotle that the pursuit of knowledge is the highest duty and that the only permissible excesses are excesses of the intellect. The intellectual, scientific knowledge of things which we now esteem so highly is a knowledge of the unity which underlies, at any rate in our minds, the manifold diversity of the world. Direct, living knowledge of diversity is not, by social and scientific standards, useful knowledge. There is also a direct intuitive knowledge of unity ; but it comes to us but rarely. At most times, and by most people, unity is apprehended after the fact by the abstracting intellect. For practical and scientific purposes the direct, or mystical, knowledge of unity is as useless as the direct knowledge of diversity. The value of direct knowledge, as I shall try to show later on, consists in the fact that it is a stimulator, a nourisher of life. Between the two kinds of knowledge — the direct physical knowledge, whether of diversity or of unity, and the intellectual knowledge, abstracted and generalized out of this physical knowledge — is a difference analogous to that between food and an instrument. Knives and hammers are indispensable ; but so, to an even higher degree^ is bread. Our present tendency is to over- valwi the instrument and to undervalue the food i?#ich alone can give us the vital power and health to use the instrument properly. Contemporary mono- theism is an expression of our excessive love for that 30 ONE AND MANY abstract knowledge of the general and tlie uniform which enables us to explain and predict and organize and do many other useful things, but gives us, alas ! no sustenance by which we may live. § 8. Pragmatic Sayictions My theme so far has been monotheism as truth or falsehood, and monotheism as a historical hict. The time has now come to consider the rights and wrongs of monotheism, its usefulness or the reverse, its conformity or nonconformity to the facts of human nature. Of monotheism's conformity to the psycliological facts — of its inward as opposed to its outward truth - - I have already said something. Let me recapitulate in a rather different key. We can affirm that the universe, with its divinity, is one, founding our belief on the fact that we have had a direct experience of its unity. But in this case we must ignore all the mudi more numerous occasions when we have had a direct experience of its diversity. True, the mystics arc never tired of affirming that their direct perceptions of unity are intenser, of finer quality and intrinsically more convincing, more self-evident, than tlwur direct perceptions of diversity. But they can only speak for themselves. Other people's direct intui- tions of diverse ' appearances ' may be just as intensc^Iy self-evident as their intuition of unique * reality.* Not only may be, but evidently are — that is, if we can judge by the artistic statements of their ex- periences made by talented unity-perceivers ank experiences and therefore can never have reali/.ed ali the potentialities of his being. The man who spcunls his time tr5dng, introspectively, to ' know himself ' discovers less than any one else. Necessarily. For there is less for him to discover. Self-limited, his sole experience a kind of spiritual onanism, he only partially exists. If there were no antelopes and zebras thiire would be no lion. When the supply of game runs low, the king of beasts grows thin and mangy; it ci‘ases altogether, and he dies. So with the souL I ts j^rincipal food is the direct, the physical experience of diversity. Certain philosophers deliberately reduce the food supply, ' '' Do you think it like a philosopher to take very seriously what are called pleasures, such as eating and drinking?" "Certainly not, Socrates," said Simmias.' (How one's feet itch to ki<'k the bottoms of these imbeciles who always agree witli old sophist, whatever nonsense he talks ! They de- served the hemlock even more richly than their master.) * " Or sex? " ' Socrates goes on. ^ " No." " Or the whole business of looking after the body ? Will the philosopher rate that highly? " ' Of coursi^ he won't — ^the fool I The philosopher's soul ' with- draws itself as far as it can from all association and contact with the body and reaches out after truth by itself.' With what results? Deprived of its nourisli- ment, the soul grows thin and mangy, like the starved lion. Disgusted and pitying in the midst of our admiration, ' Poor brutes I ' we cry at the sight of such extraordinary and lamentable souls as those of Kant, of Newton, of Descartes. ' Why aren't they given enough to eat ? ' ONE AND MANY 35 The ascetics go even further than the philosophers. They starve their souls to death — or, in more orthodox language, detach themselves completely from all earthly things. Ceasing to perceive, to think, to feel, to desire, to act, the more mystical among them fall into that state of ecstatic coma when the blank and empty spirit is said to be united with the Infinite — in other words, when it has ceased to be alive. The more practical ascetics — reformers or reactionary soldiers of the church militant — galvanize their death into a gruesome activity with the stimulus of some monomaniacal principle, some insanely fixed idea. Philosophers and ascetics are not, of course, the only people who commit self-murder. The money- grubber, the hai'd-headed business man, the routine- worker, pass their existence no less suicidally. The professional Don Juan destroys his spirit as fatally as does the professional ascetic, whose looking-glass image he is. To live, the soul must be in intimate contact with the world, must assimilate it through all the channels of sense and desire, thought and feeling, which nature has provided for the purpose. Anything which obstructs these channels injures the soul — any deadening routine, any dull habitual unawareness, any exclusive monomania, whether of vice or of that other vice which is excessive virtue. Close up enough of these channels, cut off enough of its nourishment, and the starved soul dies. Dead souls, like dead bodies, either shrivel up into dry and dusty mummies, or else, decaying, they stink. What an unbearable stench arises, for example, from the Thebaid I One must hold one's nose when one reads PaOadius's history. Calvin’s Geneva is another open sewer. So is the Paris of De Nerciat's Felicia. So are Podsnap’s London and Babbitt’s Zenith. The odour of Marie Alacoque's sanctity is enough to give ONE AND ]^IANY 36 one typhoid. Even in PascaFs neighbourhood there is a bit of a smell. Other dead souls do not damply rot, but wither almost aromatically into desiccation. About many scholars, for example, there hangs no worse an odour than that of dust and ok! landings. There are certain saints who have dried xip into a condition of powdery fragrance, like lavender ixdween the sheets in a linen-cupboard. Positively a pleasant smell. But I for one prefer the moist, still earthy perfume of the flowers on the growing plant that has its roots deep burrowing and darkly living in the soil. Life, then, individual life, is mainly iKuirished by the direct participative knowledge of the worUVs diversity. Out of that diversity, and out of tiie inner diversity of the human spirit, the poetic imaginatioii of man extracts the deities of polytheism. And the rites of their worship are man's participative know- ledge and man's emotional reactit)ns to the world, systematized in a set of words and gestures. The ritual of Catholicism is a maimed version of poly- theistic ritual — maimed, because it systematizes only a part of man's emotional reactions to the world, because it ignores, or brands as evil, certain kinds of participative knowledge of certain wl lule dasscs of things. Every dionysiac reaction to the world, every corybantic participation of individual energies with the energies of living nature, has been proscribed. The Catholic ritual canalizes only a part of the human responses to the universe, just as tlie Cliris- tian God symbolically represents only a part of the psychological and cosmic reality. The intuitive or intellectual realization of cosmic unity, the religious and philosoplncal systems wliich impose this cosmic unity as a necessary dogma, possess, for man, a predominantly social and scientific value. Without some unifying hypothesis, without ONE AND MANY 37 generalizations and abstractions, organized knowledge is impossible. Social relations would be equally im- possible, if men did not believe in some sort of com- munity of tribal, national, and finally human interests, or weie without a conception of their own psycho- logical unity and that of their fellows. The Gods symbolize, and at the same time confirm, the com- munity of their worshippers' interests. The concep- tion of the individual soul, single, persistent, and responsible, is at once an expression and a guarantee of man's individual and social monility. § 10. Conclusions Monotheism and potytheism are doctrines equally necessary and equally true. Man can and does con- ceive of himself and of the world as being, now essen- tially many, and now essentially one. Tlieretore — since God, for our human purposes, is simply Life in so lar as man can conceive it as a whole — ‘the Divine is both one and many. A purely monotheistic religion is thus seen to be inadequate and unrealistic. The present age is predominantly monotheistic — monotheistic cither because it feebly believes in a decaying Christianity, or else secularly and irre- ligiously monotheistic, with the unitarianism of science, of democracy, of international capitalism. In the interests of the Man as opposed to the Citizen (and incidentally in the interests of the Citizen too— for you cannot ruin the individual without, in the long run, ruining society) it has become necessary to protest against this now pernicious doctrine. Tem- pering what would have been, in the dark ages of chaotic barbarism, a dangerous cult of diversity, the worship of one God was doubtless, in its time, an admirable thing. Times have changed ; monotheism has lost the value which circumstances once gave it. ONE AND MANY 3S It lacks political utility, and to the individual it is a poison. Even in its worst days polytiieism never degenerated, as monotheism has done, into bloodless religious spirituality on the one hand, and an irreligious worship, on the other, of no less bloodless intellectual abstractions and mechanical efficiency. The sterile creed of the ascetic has to a great extent given place, in our modem world, to the sterile creeds of the abstraction-worshipping man of scic*ncc and the machine-worshipping man of applied science {who is the modern * average man '), IndecKl, Christian spirituality prepared the way for our intellect ualism and machine-worship by rendering disreputable all that in human nature is not mind, not spirit, not conscious will. The established religion decayed ; btit the philosophical and ethical habits which it had generated moulderingly persisted and persist. The high-minded man who would, in the past, have been an earnest Christian, is now — ^what ? Not an earnest (or preferably light-hearted) pagan, !>ut an earnest intellectual, living ascetically for knowledge. And the low-minded man? Jle is no ascetic, of course, and his goal is not knowledge, but money, comfort, and a ‘ good time,* The intellectual despises him for living grossly, on the plane of the body. The con- tempt is justified because he lives so inadequately and poorly on that plane. (If he lived well there, he would be a much better man than the intellectual.) Lacking all religious significance, his physical and instinctive life is pointless and rather dirty. It is also lamentably incomplete. By deconsecrating his body and the diverse world with which it partid- patively communicates through the instincts, feelings, and d^irp, by robbing them of their divine meaning, Christianity has left him without defence against our mechanized civilization. Rationalized division of ONE AND MANY 39 labour takes all the sense out of his work. (For, as I have ali'cady pointed out, the more elaborately com- plicated the social organization, the more inhumanly and abjectly simple becomes the task of the indi- vidual.) Machines relieve him, not merely of drud- gery, but of the possibility of performing any creative or spontaneous act whatsoever. And this is now true of his leisure as well as of his labour; he has almost ceased even to try to divert himself, but sits and suffers a standardized entertainment to trickle over his passive consciousness. Amusements have been mechanized; it is the latest and perhaps the most fatal triumph of our industrial-scientific civilization. By men with a religious sense of Life’s divineness the inroads of this civilization would have been bitterly resented and .stubbornly resisted. Not by Christians, however. Cliristianity had taught that the worship of any aspect of Life but the spiritual was a sin. Good pagans might have found a satisfactory method of dealing with the problems raised by the coming of the machine. Good Christians could hardly see that there were any problems to solve. Passively they accepted the evil thing. They accepted it because they did not sec that it was evil. The machine had nothing to do with the body; its function was to ' set the mind free for higher things." It might be regarded, in fact, as a positively spiritual object. The chief result of the preaching of Christian spirituality and of its later substitutes, scientific in- tellect uaiism and business efficiency, is that men now instinctively and enthusiastically love the lowest when they see it. The apostles laboured, the martyrs died in torment, the philosophers thought sublime thoughts, by precept and example the scholars and the men of science proclaimed the beauties of the ^ higher life," the sociologists untiringly inculcated the duty of good 40 ONE AND MANY ■citizenship, and all agreed that God is one and a spirit, and that man's first duty is to resemtde God. To what end ? That men might become ptirer, they would have answered, better, more than men. But what has actually occurred? Trying to live stiper- liumanly, men have sunk, in all but tlic purely mental sphere, towards a kind of sub-humanity tliat it \i^ould be an undeserved compliment to call bestial. Turned against Life, they have worshipped Death in the form of spirituality, intellectualism, and at last mtire efficiency. Deprived of the support of Life's divinities, they have succumbed to the shoddy temptations of the Devil of the Machine. By exhorting num to leae rc-int reduced will be found in the following simple narrative of what I saw and heard in that fetid !udl on the Boule- vard des Italians, where the latest and most frightful creation-saving device for the production of stan- dardized amusement had been installed. We entered the hall half-way through tlae |)cr- formance of a series of music-hall turns— not sul>- stantial ones, of course, but the two-dimensional images of turns with artificial voices. There were no travel films, nothing in the Natural History line, none of those fascinating Events of tlie Week— Lady SILENCE IS GOLDEN 43 Mayoresses launching battleships, Japanese earth- quakes, huridred-to-one outsiders winning races, revo- lutionaries on the march in Nicaragua — which are always the greatest and often the sole attractions in the programmes of our cinemas. Nothing but dis- embodied entertainers, gesticulating flatly on the screen and making gramophone-like noises as they did so. Some sort of comedian was performing as we entered. But he soon vanished to give place to somebody's celebrated jazz-band — not merely audible in all its loud vulgarity of brassy guffaw and cater- wauling sentiment, but also visible in a series of apocalyptic close-ups of the individual performers. A beneficent providence has dimmed my powers of sight, so that at a distance of more than four or five yards I am blissfully unaware of the full horror of the average human countenance. At the cinema, how- ever, there is no escape. Magnified up to Brobding- nagian proportions, the human countenance smiles its six-foot smiles, opens and siiuts its thirty-two-inch eyes, registers soul fulness or grief, libido or whim- sicality, with every square centimetre of its several roods of pallid mooniness. Nothing short of total blindness can preserve one from tlie spectacle. The jazz-players were forced upon me; I regarded them witli a fascinated horror. It was tlie first time, I suddenly realized, that I had ever clearly seen a jazz- band. The spectacle was positively terrifying. The pijrformers belonged to two contrasted races. There were the dark and polished young Hebrews, whose souls were in those mournfully sagging, sea- sickishly undulating melodies of mother-love and nostalgia and yammering amorousness and clotted sensu^ity which have ^en the characteristically Jewish contributions to modern popular music. And there were tlie chubby young Nordics, with Aryan 44 SILENCE IS GOLDEN faces transformed by the strange piaslic forces of the North American environment into the likeness of very large uncooked muffins or the unveiled postcriois of babes. (The more sympathetic Red Indian type of Nordic American face was completely absent from this particular assemblage of jazz-players.) Gigan- tically enlarged, these personages appeared one after another on the screen, each singing or playing his instrument, and at the same time registering the emotions appropriate to the musical circumstances. The spectacle. I repeat, was really terrifying. For tlie first time I felt grateful for the defect of vision which had preserved me from an earlier acquaintance with such aspects of modem life. And at the same time I wished that I could become, for tlic occasion, a little hard of hearing. For if good mu.sic has charms to soothe the savage breast, bad music has no less powerful spells for filling the mildest breast with rage, the happiest with horror and disgust. Oh, those mammy-songs, those love-longings, those Imul hilari- ties ! How was it possible tliat human tmiotious intrinsically decent could be so ignobly panKlietl? I felt like a man who, having asked for win<\ is oih'recl a brimming bowl of hog- wash. And not even fresh hog-wash. Rancid hog-wash, decaying hog- wash. For there was a horrible tang of putrefaction in all that music. Those yearnings for Mammy of ]\Iinc and My Baby, for Dixie and the Land wlierc Skies are Blue and Dreams come True, for Granny anfcws and the blond young muffin-faces so retchingiy yearned was an ancient Gorgonzola cheese ; the Baby of their tremulously gargled desire was a leg of mutton after a month in warm storage; Granny had twen dead for wfeks; and as for Dixie and Tennessee and SILENCE IS GOLDEN 45 Dream Land—thcy were odoriferous with the least artificial of manures. When, after what seemed hours, the jazz-band con- cluded its dreadful performance, I sighed in thank- fulness. But the thankfulness was premature. For the film which followed was hardly less distressing. It was the story of the child of a Cantor in a syna- gogue, afllirtecl, to his father's justifiable fury, with an itch for jazz. This itch, assisted by the Cantor's boot, sends him out into the world, where, in due course, and tlianks to My Baby, his dreams come trce-ue, and he is employed as a jazz-singer on the music-hall stage. Promoted from the provinces to Broadway, the jazz-singer takes the opportunity to revisit the home of his childhood. But the Cantor will have nothing to do with him, absolutely nothing, in spite of liis success, in spite, too, of his moving eloquence, * You yourself always taught me,’ says the son pathetically, ' that the voice of music was the voice of God.' Vox jazzi vox Dei — the truth is new and beautiful. But stern old Poppa's heart refuses to be melted. Even Mammy of Mine is unable to patch up a reconciliation. The singer is reduced to going out once more into the night — and from the night back to his music-hall, where, amid a forest of waving legs, he resumes his interrupted devotions to that remarkable God whose voice is the music of Mr. Irving Berlin as interpreted by Mr. Paul White- man's orchestra. The crisis of the drama arrives when, the Cantor being mortally sick and unable to fulfil his functions at the synagogue, Mammy of Mine and the Friends of his Childhood implore the young man to come and sing the Atonement Service in his father's place. Unhappily, this religious function is booked to take place at the same hour as that other act of worship 40 SILENCE IS GOLDEN vulgarly known as the First Night. Tiiere ensues a terrific struggle, worthy of the pen of a Racine or a Dryden, between love and honour. Love for I^Iarniny of Mine draws the jazz-singer towards the synagogue; but love for My Baby draws the Cantor's son towauls the theatre, where she, as principal Star, is serving the deity no less acceptably with her legs and smile than he with his voice. Honour also calls from either side; for Honour deniand.s that lie should serve the God of his fathers at the synagogue, but it also demands that he should serve the jazz-voiced God of his adoption at the theatre. Some veiy eloquent captions appear at this point. With the air of a seventeenth-century liero, the jazz-.singer pro- tests that he must put his Career before even his love. The nature of the dilemma has changed, it will be seen, since Dryden 's day. In the old dramas, it was love that had to be sacrificed to painful duty. In the modern instance the sacrifice is at the shrine of what William James called ' the Bitch Goddi^ss, Success.' Love is to be abandoned for the stern pur- suit of newspaper notoriety and dollars. The change is significant of the Weltanschauung, if not of I lie youngest generation, at any rate of that which has passed and is in process of passing. The youngest generation seems to be as little interested in careers and money as in anything else, outside its own psychology. But this is by the way. In the end the singer makes the best of Ixith worlds—satisfies Mammy of Mine and even Poor Poppa by singing at the synagogue, and, on the following evening, scores a terrific success at the |Kist- poned first night of My Baby's revue. The film con- cludes with a scene in the theatre, with Mammy of Mine in the stalls (Poor Poppa is by this time safely underground), and the son, with My Baby in the SILENCE IS GOLDEN 47 background, warbling down at her the most nauseat- ingly luscious, the most penetratingly vulgar mammy- song that it has ever been my lot to hear. My flesh crept as the loud-speaker poured out those sodden words, that greasy, sagging melody. I felt ashamed of myself for listening to such things, for even being a member of the species to which such things are addressed. But I derived a little comfort from the reflection that a species which has allowed all its instincts and emotions to degenerate and putrefy in such a wJiy must be pretty near cither its violent conclusion or else its radical transformation and reform. To what length this process of decay has gone was very strikingly demon.sti’ated by the next item on the programme, which was the first of that series of musiohall turns of which the dreadful jazz-band had been the last. For no .sooner had the singer and My Baby and Mammy of Mine disappeared into the limbo of int(ir-cincmatographic darkness, than a very large and classically-proflled personage, dre.sscd in the uniform of a clown, appeared on the screen, opened his mouth very wide indeed, and poured out, in a terrific Italian tenor voice, the famous soliloquy of Pagliacci from Leoncavallo's opera. Rum, Turn, Ti-Tum, Turn; Rum-ti-ti, Turn, Ti-Tum, Turn — it is the bawling-ground of every Southern virtuoso, and a piece which, at ordinary times, I would go out of my way to avoid hearing. But in comparison with the jazz-band'.s Hebrew melodics and the singer's joviali- ties and mammy yearnings, Leoncavallo's throaty vulgarity seemed not only refined and sincere, but even beautiful, positively noble. Yes, noble; for, after all, the composer, whatever his native second- rateness, had stood in some sort of organic relation- ship, through a tradition of taste and of feeling, with 48 SILENCE IS GOLDEN the men who built Santa Maria del Fiore and the Malatestan temple, who painted the frescoes at Arezzo and Padua, who composed the Mass of Pope Marcellus and wrote the Divine Comedy and tlie Orlando Furioso. Whereas the Hebrew melodists and the muffin-faced young Nordics, with their Swanee whistles and their saxophones, liie mammy-songsters, the vocal yeamers for Dixie and My Baby, are in no kind of relationship with any of the iiumemorial decencies of human life, but only with their own inward decay. It is a corruption as novel as the regime under which they and all the rest of us now live — as novel as protestantism and capitalism; as novel as urbanization and democracy and the apo- theosis of the Average Man; as novel as Benjaniin- Franklinism and the no less repulsive piiilosophy and ethic of the young Good Timer; as novel as crcaticju- saving machinery and the thought-saving, time-kiiling press; as novel as Taylorizcd work anci mechanized amusement. Ours is a spiritual climate in whidi tlm immemorial decencies find it hard to flourish. Another generation or so should see them definitely dead* Is there a resurrection ? SPINOZA’S WORM ' Let us imagine/ writes Spinoza, ' a little worm in the blood, which has vision enough to discern the particles of blood, lymph, etc., and reason enough to observe how one particle is repelled by another with which it c<;mes in contact, or communicates a part of its motion to it. Such a worm would live in the blood as we do in this part of the universe, and would regard each particle ot it, not as a part, but as a whole, nor could it know how all the parts are in- Eiienced by the universal nature of the blood and are obliged to accommodate themselves to each other as is re< pared by that nature, so that they co-operate together according to a fixed law.’ And so on. The gist of the matter^ — and it is the gist of all Spinoza’s philosophy— is that we ought to live and move and have our being in the infinite, rather than the finite, that we should do our thinking in terms of the uni- versal unity, not in terms of individual particulars. In a word, that we should cease to be worms in the blood and become — what? Butterflies, I suppose, winging freely through space. Now, it would obviously be very agreeable to be a butterfly — more agreeable no doubt than to be a worm, even a worm in the rich warm blood. But, in practice and as a matter of observable fact, can worms transform themselves at will into butterflies ? Is the miracle within their powers? I have met with no evidence to convince me that it is. It is true, of course, that we can, by an effort of the abstracting mind, conceive of an infinite unity which alone 49 50 SPINOZA^S WORM possesses reality; we can, with an effort, persuade ourselves that this infinite unity is really indivisible, and that the world of distinctions and relations in which we normally live is purely illusory. It is true that we can, again with an effort, relegate time and motion to the sphere of illusion, regarding them as out own peculiarly inadequate apprehensions of another dimension of unique and immoval>!c space. It is also true that, in certain circumstances, we can actually feel, as a direct intuition, the existence of tiie all-comprehending unity, can intimatc^ly realize in a single flash of insight the illusoriness of tlie quotidian world of distinctions and relations. But tlie.se apo- calypses are rare, and the puiTly intellectual realiza- tion of what such occasional my.stical states directly reveal can only be achieved with etfort and in the teeth of ail our most fundamental haliits of thought and feeling and sensation. And even if it were not so difficult to arrive at the vision of wliat philosophers and mystics assure us, for reasons, however, which can never be wholly convincing, to be the Truth; even if it were easy for us to pass in the spirit from the world of distinctions and relations to that of infinity and unity, — we should be no nearer to Ixdng able to live in that higher world. For we live with our bodies ; and our bodies grossly refuse to l>e any- thing but distinct and relative. Hotliing ran Induce the body to admit its own illusoriness, ' Yon dcing, morally, more than men, but in others they becaane less. They mutilate themselves into subhumanity. Since the triumph of Christianity, life in the West has been organized on the assumption that worms ought to try to become butterflies, and tliat, in cer- tain circumstances, the transformation is acttially possible. The attainment of more tiian human know- ledge and a standard of more than human conduct is held up as an ideal; and at tlie same time it is afiirmed, or at least it is piously hoj>ed, that this ideal is realizable. In point of fact, liowever, it isn't— -as every one knows who has ever road a little history or biography, or ha^ observantly frequented his fellow- creatures. Is an ideal any the worse for being unrealizable? Many people would say tliat it was actually the better for it. Hang a carrot just out of the donkey's reach and he will start to run, he will go on running. But if ever he got his teeth into it, he would stop at once. It is the same, the moralists argue, with ideals; they must be made to retire, like the carrot, as we pursue. SPINOZA'S WORM 53 An easily realizable ideal qnickly loses its power of stimulation. Nothing lets a man down with such a bump into listless disillusionment as the discovery that he has achieved all his ambitions and realized all his ideals. Once actually seized, the carrot loo often turns out to be a Dead Sea fruit. Self-made men, whose ideal, when they set out, was success, generally find themselves compelled, when they have become successful, to hang out other and remoter carrots in exchange for that which they are now crunching to ashes between their teeth. They have to pretend that their efforts are somehow rendering a Christian ser- vice to immanity, or that they are working for some cause (even if it is only the cause of their share- holders). But for these more distant and unattain- able goals they would find themselves unable to con- tinue their already accomplished work of money- making. There is no possibility of any one realizing the Cliristian ideals. For human beings simply can- not, ii:i tile nature of things, be superhuman. Those who accept these ideals run no risk of finding them- selves let down into disillusionment and apathy. The carrot is luscious-looking enough to start them off and distant enough to keep them trotting for the whole of their natural existence. So far so good. The end propo.scd by the Christian ideal is attractive, its power to stimulate inexhaustible. But if the means to that end are bad, then the power to go on stimulating indefinitely will be a power to go on indefinitely doing mischief. And as we have already seen, the means ar& bad. For, according to the Christian notion, superhumanness, whether of knowledge or of con- duct, can only be realized through a system of morality that imposes the unremitting sacrifice of what may be called the all too human elements in human nature. But on tliat all too Imman plane^ on which destiny 54 SPINOZA'S WORM has decreed that we shall mostly live, whether we like it or not, these sacrifices are mutilations. Those who take the Christian ideal seriously are compelled inces- santly to commit a partial suicide. Ltickily, the majority of nominal Christians has at no time taken the Christian ideal very seriously ; if it liad, the races and the civilization of the West would long ago have come to an end. But men have taken the Christian ideal and its inferior modem succe.ssors, the scientific and the social ideals, seriously enough to inflict on themselves individually, and so, indirectly, on the civilization of which they are representatives, an in- jury that grows worse with the passage of time, and that, unhealed, must infallibly prove mortal. The perfect ideal, it is obvious, is one ]>ossessing all the attractiveness and the inexhaustible stimulating power of the Christian ideal without its attendant harmfulness. Like the Christian ideal of superhuman- ness, it must be impossible of final realization. But the means by which men try to realize it must be such as will inflict no injury on those who use them. Such an ideal, it seems to me, would be the ideal, not of superhumanness, but of perfected humanity. Let the worm try to be superlatively himself, the best of all possible worms. Humanity perfected and consummate — it is a high and finally unattainable ideal; an ideal, it seems to me, superior in many ways to the Christian ideal of superhumanness. For at the root of this aspiration to be more than human in knowledge and behaviour we find, at a last analysis, a kind of cowardice, a refusal to cope, except desperately, by the most brutal and mechanical means, with the facts, the com- plicated diflicult facts, of life. For what is the aspim- tion towards more than human knowledge but a flight from the infinite complexities and varieties of appear- SPINOZA'S WORM 55 ances ? The ideas of Plato, the One of Plotinus, the Alls, the Nothings, the Gods, the Infinites, the Natures of all the mystics of whatever religions, of all the transcendental philosophers, all the pantheists^ — ^what are they but convenient and consoling substitutes for the welter of immediate experience, home-made and therefore home-like spiritual snuggeries in the alien universe? And tlie stoic's brutal sacrifice of the physical, instinctive and passional life, the ascetic's self-castration, the modern efficiency-monger's depre- cation of all but willed and intelligent activities on the one hand, and all but purely mechanical routineer- ing activitiCvS on the other — ^what are these " high moralities ' but terrified flights from the problems of social and individual life? Harmonious living is a matter of tact and sensitiveness, of judgment and balance and incessant adjustment, of being well bred and aristocratically moral by habit and instinct. But this is too difficult. It is easier to live by fixed rules than by tact and judgment; surgical operations are simpler than living adjustments. A cast-iron morality is not admirable ; on the contrary, it is the confession of a fear of life, of an inability to deal with the facts of experience as they present themselves — the con- fession, in a word, of a weakness of which men should be ashamed, not proud. To aspire to be superhuman is a most discreditable admission that you lack the guts, the wit, the moderating judgment to be success- fully and consummately human. The superhumanists are in the habit of consoling themselves for their failure to realize their ideal in the here and now by retiring into a world of fancy. Our fathers thought of this world as situated in an earthly past and also in a posthumous eternity : the major prophets of our own day attribute to their con- solatory fancies a local habitation on our own planet SPINOZA'S WORM 56 and in future time. This modern habit of dreaming about the imaginary future is acclaimed as a sign of our superiority to our superstitious and backward- looking ancestors. Why, goodness only knows. The most aspiring of our superhuman Lsts is Mr. Bernard Shaw, who invites us, in Btick to Methuselah, to sliarc his raptures at the spectacle of a future Earth inhabited by sexless old monsters of mental and physical deformity. As usual, the highest turns out in a strange way to be the lowest. We aspire in circICvS, and when we imagine that we are most super- human we suddenly find ourselves below the beasts. Mr. Shaw's earthly paradise turns out to be a charnel-house. Under the galvanic stimulation of his wit the mummies fri.sk about like so many putrefied iambs; it is all very amusing, no doubt, but oh, how gruesome, how unspeakably horrible 1 All Mr. Shaw's writing is dry and chilly, lifeless for all its appearance of twitching liveliness. In Back to Methuselah the bony rattling, the crackling disintegration of the mummied tissues are deafeningly loud. Inevitably; for Back to Methuselah is the most loftily idealistic, the most superhumanistic of all Mr. Shaw's plays. The highest is the lowest. My own feeling, whenever I see a book about the Future, is one of boredom and exasperation. What on earth is the point of troubling one's liead with speculations about what men may, but almost cer- tainly will not, be like in a. 0 . 20,000? The hypo- thetical superman can really be left to look after himself. Since he is, by definition, essentially dif- ferent from man, it is obvious that we can do nothing to accelerate or retard his coming. The only thing in our power is to do our best to be men, here and now. Let us think about the present, not the future. If we don't, there will very soon be no future to think SPINOZA'S WORM 57 about. Reduced by the very loftiness of their ambi- tions to a state of subhumanity, the aspiring super- men will have destroyed one another like so many mad dogs. Non-existence is futureless. The means by which men try to turn themselves into supermen are murderous. The great merit of the ideal of perfected humanity is that the realization of it can only be essayed by means that are life-giving, not life-destroying. For the perfected man is the complete man, the man in whom all the elements of human nature have been developed to the highest pitch compatible with the making and holding of a psychological harmony within the individual and an external social harmony between the individual and his fellows. The surgical-operation type of morality, which is the practical complement of the superhuman ideal, gives place, among those whose ambition it is to be consummately men, to a morality of living ad- justments, of tact and taste, of balanced ‘Contradic- tions. The ideal of consummate luimanity demands of those who accept it, not self-murder, but self- harmony. The prime mistake of Christian moralists and idealists has been to suppose that the human character is fundamentally consistent; or alternatively that, if it isn't in fact very consistent, it ought to be made so. As a matter of observable fact, human beings are fundamentally inconsistent. Men and women are seldom the same for more than a few hours or even a few minutes at a stretch. The soul is a kind of hydra-many as well as one, numerous in its unique- ness. A man is now one and now another of the hydra-heads within him. Such are the obvious facts of our daily experience. The High Moralists some- times deny these obvious facts, or else admit their existmee only to declare war on them. Man's true SPINOZA*S WORM 58 self, they assert, is the mental self ; the rest is illusory, accidental, unessential. These statements of fact are, of course, merely veiled expressions of desire, words of command in fancy dress. The indicative tense is really an imperative- When philosophers or moralists or theologians talk about * true ' selves, ‘ true ' Gods, ' true ' as opposed to false virtues, doctrines, loves, and so forth, all they are doing is to express their own personal preferences. And conversely, words like ' accidental,' ‘ non-essential, ' illusory,' are gener- ally no more than the bad language of learned and pious men. Their position, their age, their cloth does not permit them to call their opponents bloody bastards, stinkers, or swine; they have to content themselves with more cumbrous and circumlocutory foims of abuse. Those, then, who deny the facts of human nature are only saying in a different and rather less honest way the same thing as those who admit but condemn them. Man is not consistent, hut he ought to be made so. For consistency, the con- sistency of unflagging spirituality, is one of the prin- cipal characteristics of that suj>erhuman being that it is man's duty to become. The soul must be reduced to singleness, violently — if necessary, surgically; all but one of the hydra's heads must be chopped off. So commands the superhumanist. The humanist, on the other hand, admits the equal right to existence of all the heads ; his preoccupation is to keep tlie whole collection, if not at peace (for that would be im- possible), at least in a condition of balanced hostility, of chronically indecisive warfare, in which the defeats are alternate and the victories impermanent. The humanist's system of morality is a consecration of the actual facts of life as men live it. He proceeds in the reverse direction from that taken by the super- humanist; for, instead of passing from the arbitrary SPINOZA^S WORM 59 imperative to the correspondingly fantastic indicative, he moves from the indicative of the observed and experienced facts to the imperative of a realistic morality and a rational legislation. ' Homer was wrong/ wrote Heracleitus of Ephesus, * Homer was wrong in saying : Would that strife might perish from among gods and men I '' He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe; for if his prayer were heard, all things would pass away/ These are words which the super- humanists should meditate. Aspiring towards a con- sistent perfection, they are aspiring towards annihila- tion, The Hindus had the wit to see and the courage to proclaim the fact ; Nirvana, the goal of their striv- ing, is nothingness. Wherever life exists, there also is inconsistency, division, strife. They are conspicuous even in the societies and individuals that accept the superhumanist ideal and are governed by the super- humanist ethic. Happily, as I have remarked before, this ideal has seldom been taken very seriously ; very few people have gone so far as to annihilate them- selves completely in the attempt to realize it. Almost all the superhumanists pursue their ideal by fits and starts, and only spasmodically obey the precepts of their ethic; in the intervals they live humanly or, more often, subhumanly; for the higher they go in their efforts to be overmen, the lower they sink, when the efforts are relaxed, towards a repulsive sub- humanity. At6 and Nemesis are real beings; their activities are daily observable. They are not, perhaps, quite so malignantly bent on punishing people who acci- dentally marry their mothers as the Greek tragedians seem to have supposed. Fate, in their tragedies, ton often degenerates from an inner organic necessity to an external mechanical one. Certain actions are conven- tionally bad ; certain penalties are attached to them, c 6o SPINOZA^S WORM Wittingly or unwittingly, a man commits one of these actions. Flop 1 like a booby-trap, the suspended penalty comes down on his head. It is all very neat and mechanical, like a piece of the best clockwork; but it is not very real, it has nothing much to do with life. We laugh at the epigrammatist Meleager for telling the coy young Polyxenides to remember that time flies and that Nemesis, in the shape of uncomely age, will soon take vengeance on his all too smooth, his insolently lovely buttocks. But the idea is really less radically absurd than that which inspires (Edtpus Rex. To possess a pair of excessively lovely buttocks, and to be vainly and coquet tishiy conscious of possess- ing them, may easily constitute a genuine offence against the golden mean. Unwittingly to marry your mother is not a genuine outrage; it is merely an. accident. Nemesis is the principle of equilibrium. If you don't balance yourself, the Clods will do your balancing for you — and do it with a vengeance f The lives of the most ardent superhumanists bear ample witness to the jealousy of heaven. The Deus fmdensp as Horace calls the divine principle of moendent on the existence of modern machinery. If we scrap the machinery, we kill at least half the population. When Gandhi advocates the return to handicrafts, he is advocating the condemnation to death of about nine hundred million human beings. Tam- burlane’s butcheries are insignificant compared with the cosmic massacre so earnestly advocated by our mild and graminivorous Mahatma. No, the slaughter of nine hundred million human beings is not a piece of practical politics. The machines must stay: it is obvious. They must stay, even though, used as they are now being used, they inflict on humanity an enormous psychological injury that must, if uncared for, prove mortal. The only remedy is systematic inconsistency. The life-quenching work at machine or desk must be regarded as a necessary evil to 'be SPINOZA'S WORM 69 compensated for by the creative labours or amuse- ments of leisure. But most contemporary leisures, as we have already seen, are as completely dominated by the creation-saving machine as most contemporary work. Before leisure can be made to serve as an antidote to life-destroying work it must be de- mechanized. The task will prove by no means easy. Leisure can only be de-mechanized if a general desire for its de-mechanization is first created. Power- ful forces oppose, from within and without, the creation of this desire. From within come laziness and the psychological vis inerticB that is the life of habits. Men find it easier to let themselves be passively amused than to go out and create. True, creation is interesting and passivity profoundly boring. But even boring effortlessness is a luxury, and a habit of idleness, however life-destroying, is difficult to break. Passivity and subservience to machinery blunt the desire and diminish the power to create; pursuing the ideal of superhuman business efficiency, men mutilate the imaginative and in- stinctive side of their natures. The result is that they lose their sense of values, their taste and judgment become corrupted, and they have an irresistible tendency to love the lowest when they see it. The lowest is copiously provided by the film-makers, the newspaper proprietors, the broadcasters, and all the rest. And though this love of the lowest is mixed with an indescribable ennui, it will resist any at- tempt to remove its debased and dismal object. This resistance is encouraged by those who have a financial interest in the providing of standardized creation- saving entertainments for the masses. The sums invested in the amusement industry are enormous; creation-saving has become a vested interest of the first magnitude. If men were to take to amusing 70 SPINOZA^S WORM themselves instead of suffering themselves to be passively amused, millions upon millions of capital would be lost. Any attempt to do so is therefore resisted. The propaganda in favour of the creation- saving amusements is unflagging and dreadfully effective — for it is our unenviable distinction to have brought the ancient arts of lying and sophistry and persuasion to what would seem an absolute perfection. In every newspaper and magazine, from every hoarding, on the screen of every picture-palace, the same assertions are endlessly repeated : that there are no amusements outside those provided by the great creation-saving companies; that the height of human happiness is to sit and be passively entertained by machines, and that those who do not submit to this process of entertainment are not merely to be pitied as miserable, but to be despised as old-fash ioned provincial boobies. In the teeth of this propaganda it will clearly be difflcult to create a desire for the de-mechanization of leisure. But unless such a desire is created, the races of the industrialized West are doomed, it seems to me, to self-destruction — to a kind of suicide while of unsound mind. The first symptoms of mass insanity are everywhere apparent. A few years more, and the patient will be raving and violent. The preaching, the organizing, the practising of inconsistency are matters of the most rudimentary political expediency. The statesmanship of the immediate future will be concerned (if it is good statesmanship) above all with questions of psychology ' -with the relations between the individual and his mrroundings, and of the component parts of the pdividuai with one another. Political economy, the Dalance of power, the organization of government, will become matters of secondary importance. Inevi- tably; for an answered riddle ceases to perplex. SPINOZA'S WORM 71 The old political riddles are not, indeed, answered; but they are at least showing signs that they are answerable. Thus the problems connected with the distribution of wealth, supposed at one time to be soluble only by revolutionary methods, are now in process of being peacefully liquidated. For the capitalists have found that it pays them to keep the standard of life as high as possible. So long as the planetary resources hold out, the mass-producers will do their best to make everybody more and more prosperous. National rivalry is still a source of grave dangers; the War to end War was concluded by a Peace most beautifully calculated to end peace. But meanwhile capitalism is becoming more and more international ; it pays Big Business to avoid War. Peace on earth and good will among men are the soundest of sound investments. If only, on the first Christmas Day, the angels had taken the trouble to tell us so I As for the problems of government, they are not solved, and they can never be definitely solved, for the simple reason that societies change, and that the forms of government must change with them. There is no absolutely right kind of government. Men have at last come to realize this simple but important fact, with the result that, for the first time in history, the problems of government can be dis- cussed in a relatively scientific and rational spirit. Even the divine rights of parliamentarism and political democracy can now be questioned with impunity. Ever since the world was made safe for it, democracy has steadily been losing its prestige. People feel a great deal less fanatically about Liberty, Equality,, Fraternity than they did even a generation ago; they are ready to approach the problem of govern- ment in almost the same detached and irreligious spirit as that in which they now approach the exactly 72 SPINOZA'S WORIVI analogous problem of repairing the radio set or build- ing a house. To have adopted this attitude towards the problem is to have gone haif-way towards its solution. No, the old political issues have receded into relative unimportance. The vital problem of our age is the problem of reconciling manhood with the citizenship of a modern industrialized state. The modern Good Citizen, who is nothing more than a Good Citizen, is less than human, an imbecile or a lunatic — dangerous to himself and to the society in which he lives. In the existing industrial circumstances he can only be a man out of business hours. He must live two livc.s — or rather one life and one automatic simulation of life. Religion, philosophy, politics, and ethics must con- spire to impose on him a double inconsistency — as between man and citizen in the first place, and, in the second, as between the various component ele- ments of the man. The present attempt to impose a superhuman consistency, whether of spirituality, of intellect, of mechanical efficiency, results in the imposition of subhuman insanity. From madness in the long-run comes destruction. It is only by cul- tivating his humanity that man can hope to save him- self. The difficulties of the task, as we have seen, are enormously great. But so are the penalties of failure. Spinoza *s little worm has the choice of desperately attempting to remain a Httie worm, or of ceasing to exist. SWIFT ' The Queen,' writes Swift in one of liis letters to Stella, ' the Queen is well, but I fear she will be no long liver ; for I am told she has sometimes the gout in her bowels (I hate the word bowels).' Yes, how he hated it ! And not the word only — the things too, the harmless necessary tripes — he loathed and detested them with an intensity of hatred such as few men have ever been capable of. It was unbearable to him that men should go through life with guts and sweet-breads, with livers and lights, spleens and kidneys. That human beings should have to get rid of the waste products of metabolism and digestion was for Swift a source of excruciating suffering. And if the Yahoos were all his personal enemies, that was chiefly because they smelt of sweat and excrement, because they had genital organs and dugs, groins and hairy armpits; their moral shortcomings were of secondary importance. Swift's poems about women are more ferocious even than his prose about the Yahoos; his resentment against women for being warm-blooded mammifers was incredibly bitter. Read (with a bottle of smelling-salts handy, if you happen to be delicately stomached) * The Lady's Dressing-Room/ ' Cassinus and Peter,' ‘ A Beautiful Yoxmg Nymph going to Bed/ Here is a moderately haracteristic sample : And first a dirty smock appeared. Beneath the armpits well besmeared . . . But oh I it turned ^or Stephen*s bowels. When he beheld and smelt the towels, 73 74 SWIFT Begummed, besmattered, and beslimed. With dirt and sweat and earwax grimed. Passing from description to philosophical reflection, we find such lines as these : His foul imagination links Each dame he sees with all her stinks ; And if unsavoury odours hy. Conceives a lady standing by. Nor can I refrain from mentioning that line, which Swift thought so much of that he made it the cul- mination of two several poems : Oh, Celia, Celia, Celia ... I The monosyllabic verb, which t!ie modesties of to- day win not allow me to reprint, rhymes with ' wits ' and ' fits." Swift must have 'hated the word bowels' to the verge of insanity : nothing short of the most violent love or the intensest loathing could possibly account for so obsessive a preoccupation with the visceral and excrementitious subject. Most of us dislike bad smells and offal ; but so mildly that, unless they are actually forced upon our senses, we seldom think of them. Swift hated bowels with such a passionate abhorrence that he felt a perverse compulsion to bathe continually in the squelchy imagination of them. Human beings are always fascinated by what horrifies and disgusts them. The reasons are obscure and doubtless complicated. One of the sources of tliis apparent perversity is surely to be found in the almost universal craving for excitement. Life, for most people, is a monotonous afiair; they want to be thrilled, stimu- lated, excited, almost at ah costs- The horrifying and disgusting are sources of strong emotion ; therefore SWIFT 75 the horrifying and disgusting are pursued as goods. Most of us, I suppose, enjoy disgust and horror, at any rate in small doses. But we fairly quickly reach a point where the enjoyment turns into pain; when this happens we naturally do our best to avoid the source of the painful emotions. But there are at least two classes of people who are ready voluntarily to continue the pursuit of horrors and disgustfulnesses long after the majority of their fellows have begun to shrink from a pleasure which has become an intolerable pain. In the first class we find the congenitally insensitive — those who can be excited only by a relatively enormous stimulus. The extreme case is that of certain idiots for whom a surgical operation without anaesthetics is a real pleasure. Under the knife and the cautery they begin at last to feel. Between this extreme of insensitiveness and the statistical normal there is no hiatus, but a continuous series of graded types, for all of whom the normal stimulus is to a greater or less degree inadequate. To the congenitally insensitive we must add those whose normal sensitiveness has, for one reason or another, decreased during the course of life. A familiar type is that of the ageing debauchee, habitu- ated to a continuous excitement, but so much ex- hausted by his mode of life, so blunted and hardened, that he can only be excited by a more than normally powerful stimulus. Such insensitives can stomach doses of horror and disgust which would be mortal to the ordinary man. But the insensitives are not the only lovers of horror and disgust. There is another class of men and women, often more than ordinarily sensitive, who deliberately seek out what pains and nauseates them for the sake of the extraordinary pleasure they derive from the overcoming of their repulsion. Take the 76 SWIFT case, for example, of the mystical Mme. Guyon, who felt that her repugnance for unclean and unsavoury objects was a weakness disgraceful in one who lived only for and with God. One day she determined to overcome this weakness, and, seeing on the ground a particularly revolting gob of phlegm and spittle, she picked it up and, in spite of intolerable retchings of disgust, put it in her mouth. Her nauseated horror was succeeded by a sentiment of joy, of prcjfound exultation. A similar incident may be found in the biography of St. Francis of Assisi. Almost the first act of his religious life was to kiss the piistulent hand of one of those lepers, the sight and smell of whom had, up till that time, sickened him with disgust. Like Mme. Guyon, he was rewarded for his pains with a feeling of rapturous happiness. Even the most unsaintly people have felt the glow of satisfaction which follows the accomplishment of some act in the teeth of an instinctive resistance. The pl(‘asure of asserting the conscious will against one of those dark instinctive forces which consciousness rightly regards as its enemies, is for many people, and in certain circumstances, more than sufficient to outweigh the pain caused by the thwarting of the instinct. Our minds, like our bodies, are colonies of separate lives, existing in a state of chronically hostile symbiosis; the soul is in reality a great conglomeration of souls, the product of whose endless warfare at any given moment is our behaviour at that moment. The pleasures attending the victory of conscious will have a special quality of their own, a quality which, for many temperaments, makes them preferable to any other kind of pleasure. Nietzsche advised men to be cruel to themselves, not because asceticism was pleasing to some hypothetical god, but because it was a good spiritual exercise, because it wound up the SWIFT 77 will and enhanced the sense of power and of conscious, voluntary life. To this delightful enhancement of the sense of power the believer, whose conscious will is fighting for what is imagined to be an absolute good, can add the no less delightful sense of being virtuous, the pleasing consciousness that he is pleasing God. Mme. Guy on and St. Francis probably did not ex- aggerate when they described in such rapturous terms the joy evoked in them by their voluntary wallowings in filth. Swift — to return from a long digression — Swift belonged, it seems to me, to a sub-species of the second category of horror-lovers. He was not one of those insensitives who can only respond to the most violent stimuli. On the contrary, he seems to have been more than normally sensitive. His * hatred of bowels ' was the rationalization of an intense disgust. Wliy, then, did he pore so lingeringly on what revolted him ? What was his reward ? Was it the Nietzschean enhancement of the sense of power? Or was it the Christian's happy consciousness of pleasing God by the conquest of a weakness? No, it was certainly not for the love of God that the Dean of St. Patrick's humiliated himself in the excrement and ofial. Was it, then, for love of himself, for the pleasure of asserting his will ? A little, perhaps. But his real reward was the pain he sufiered. He felt a compulsion to remind himself of his hatred of bowels, just as a man with a wound or an aching tooth feels a compulsion to touch the source of his pain — to make sure that it is still there and still agonizing. With Swift, it was not a case of the pleasure of self-assertion outweighing the pain of voluntarily-evoked disgust. For him the pain was the pleasure, or, at any rate, it was the desir- able end towards which his activities were directed. He wished to sufier. 78 SWIFT Smft's greatness lies in the intensity, the almost insane violence of that ^ hatred of bowels ' which is the essence of his misanthropy and which underlies the whole of his work. As a doctrine, a philosophy of life, this misanthropy is profoundly silly. Like Shelley's apocalyptic philanthropy, it is a protest against reality, childish (for it is only the child who refuses to accept the order of things), like all such protests, from the fairy story to the socialist's Utopia. Regarded as a political pamphlet or the expression of a world-view, Gulliver is as preposterous as Prometheus Unbound. Regarded as works of art, as independent universes of discourse existing on their own authority, like geometries harmoniously developed from a set of arbitrarily chosen axioms, they are almost equally admirable. What interests me here, however, is the relation of these two works to the reality outside themselves, not the inward, formal relation of their component parts with one another. Considered, then, merely as comments on reality, Gulliver and Pronieth^ eus are seen, for all their astonishing difference, to have a common origin — the refusal on the part of their authors to accept the physical reality of the world. Shelley's refusal to accept the given reality took the form of a lyrical and prophetic escape into the Golden Age that is to be when kings and priests have been destroyed and the worship of abstractions and metaphysical absolutes is substituted for that of the existing gods. Swift, on the contrary, made no attempt to escape, but remained earth-bound, rubbing his nose in all those aspects of physical reality which most distressed him. His Houyhnhnm Utopia was not one of those artificial paradises which men have fabricated (out of such diverse materials as religious myths, novels, and whisky) as a refuge from a world with which they were unable to cope. He was not SWIFT 79 like that Old Person of Bazing in Edward Lear's rhyme, who purchased a steed Which he rode at fuU speed To escape from the people of Bazing. Swift's horse was not a means of transport into an- other and better world. A winged angel would have served that purpose better. If he " purchased a steed/ it was in order that he might shame the dis- gusting Y ahoos by parading its superiority. For Swift, the charm of the country of the Houhynhnms con- sisted, not in the beauty and virtue of the horses, but in the foulness of the degraded men. When we look into the matter we find that the great, the unforgivable sin of the Yahoos consisted in the fact that they possessed bowels. Like so many of the Fathers of the Church, Swift could not forgive men and women for being vertebrate mammals as well as immortal souls. He could not forgive them, in a word, for actually existing. It is unnecessary for me to insist at length on the absurdity, the childish silliness, of this refusal to accept the universe as it is given. Abstractions are made from reality and labelled soul, spirit, and so forth ; reality is then hated for not resembling these arbitrary abstractions from its total mass. It would be as sensible to hate flowers for not resembling the liquid perfume which can be distilled from them. A yet greater, but no less common, childishness is to hate reality because it does not resemble the fairy stories which men have invented to console themselves for the discomforts and difficulties of daily life, or to hate it because life does not seem to hold the significance which a favourite author happens to have attributed to it. Ivan ICara^* mazov returning God his entrance ticket to life is a characteristic example of this last form of childishness. So SWIFT Ivan is distressed because the real tini\^crse bears so little resemblance to the providential machme of Christian theology, distressed because he can iind no meaning or purpose in life. But the purpose of life, outside the mere continuance of living (already a most noble and beautiful end), is the purpose we put into it : its meaning is whatever we may ciioosc to c;di the meaning. Life is not a cross-word puzzle, with an answer settled in advance and a prize for the ingenious person who noses it out. The riddle of the universe has as many answers as the universe has living inhabitants. Each answer is a wot king hypothesis, in terms of which the answerer exp<*rinit‘nls with reality. The best answers are those which j>cr- mit the answ^erer to live most fully, the worst are those which condemn him to partial or complc^te death. The most fantastic answers will serve their turn as working hypotheses. Thus, certain primitive peoples are convinced that they arc blood brothers to croco* diles or parrots, and live in accordance with their belief — most efficiently, according to all accounts. We smile at their philosophy. But is it more ridicu- lous, after all, than that which teaches that men are brothers, not to parrots, but to imaginary angels ? Or that an abstraction called the soul is the essential reality of human nature, and the body is hardly more than an accident, an evil accident at that ? Of the possible reasons for Swift's insensate hatred of bowels I will say more later. It was a liatred to which, of course, he had a perfect riglit. Every man has an inalienable right to the psycho- logical major premiss of his philosophy of life, just as every man has an alienable right to his own liver. But his liver may be a bad liver : it may make him sluggish, ill-tempered, despairingly melancholy. It may, in a word, be a hindrance to living instead of a SWIFT 8i help. It is the same with a philosophy of life. Every man has a right to look at the world as he chooses; but his world-view may be a bad one — a hindrance, like the defective liver, instead of a help to living. Judged by these standards, the Swiftian world-view is obviously bad. To hate bowels, to hate the body and all its ways, as Swift hated them, is to hate at least half of man's entire vital activity. It is im- possible to live completely without accepting life as a whole in all its manifestations. Swift's prodigious powers were marshalled on the side of death, not life. How instructive, in this context, is the comparison with Rabelais ! Both men were scatological writers. Mass for mass, there is probably more dung and offal piled up in Rabelais' work than in Swift's. But how pleasant is the dung through which Gargantua wades, how almost delectable the ohal ! The muck is transfigured by love ; for Rabelais loved the bowels which Swift so malignantly hated. His was the true amor fati : he accepted reality in its entirety, accepted with gratitude and delight this amazingly improbable world, where flowers spring from manure, and reverent Fathers of the Church, as in Harington's Metamorphosis of Ajax, meditate on the divine mysteries while seated on the privy; where the singers of the most mystically spiritual love, such as Dante, Petrarch, and Cavalcanti, have wives and rows of children ; and where the violences of animal passion can give birth to sentiments of the most exquisite tenderness and refinement. In this most beautiful, ridiculous, and tragic world Swift has no part : he is shut out from it by hatred, by his childish resentment against reality for not being entirely dif- ferent from what, in fact, it is. That the lovely Celia should obey the call of nature like any cow or camel, is for Swift a real disaster. The wise and scientific Sz SWIFT Rabelaisian, on the other hand, would be distressed if she did not obey them, would prescribe a visit to Carls- bad or Montecatini. Swift would have liked Celia to be as bodiless as an abstraction : he was furious with her for being solid and healthy. One is amazed that a grown man should feel and think in a manner so essentially childish. That the hatred of bowels should have been the major premiss of his philosophy when Swift was fifteen is comprehensible, but tliat it should have remained the major premiss when he was forty requires some explanation. At this distance of time and with only the most inadequate evidence on which to go, we cannot hope to explain with certainty : the best we can do is to hazard a guess, to suggest a possible hypothesis. That which I would suggest — and doubtless it has been suggested before — is that Swift's hatred of bowels was obscurely, but none the less closely, connected with that * temperamental coldness ' which Sir Leslie Stephen attributes to the mysterious lover of Stella and Vanessa. That any man with a normal dosage of sexuality could have behaved quite so oddly as Swift behaved towards the women he loved seems certainly unlikely. We are almost forced by the surviving evidence to believe that some physical or psychological impediment debarred him from making love in the ordinary, the all too human manner. Now, when a man is not actually, or at any rate potentially, all too human, he does not for that reason become suiter- human : on the contrary, he tends to become sub- human. Subhumanly silly, as Kant was silly in tlie intervals of writing the superhuman Cniiqm of Fure Reason; or subhumanly malignant, as the too virtuous Calvin was malignant. Cut off by some accident of body or character from the beautiful and humorous, the rather absurd but sacred, but subhma SWIFT S3 and marvellous world of carnal passion and tenderness (and lacking the aid of the flesh, the spirit must remain for ever ignorant of the highest, the profoundest, the intensest forms of love). Swift was prevented from growing to full human maturity. Remaining sub- humanly childish, he continued all his life to resent reality for not resembling the abstractions and fairy- tale compensations of the philosophers and theologians. At the same time his separation from the human world, his sense of solitude, developed in him something of the subhuman malignity, the hate, the envious * righteous indignation * of the Puritan. The reverse of this ferocious hater was, as so often happens, a sentimental- ist — a sentimentalist, moreover, of the worst kind; for, in the writer of the baby-language which fills so much space in Swift's Journal to Stella, we see that most abject and repulsive type of sentimentalist (a type, it may be added, exceedingly common at the present time), the adult man who deliberately mimics the attitudes of childhood. The character of the age in which Swift lived was hard and virile : machinery, Taylorization, the highly-organized division of labour, specialization, and humanitarianism had not yet begun to produce their dehumanizing effects. In the England of the early seventeen-hundreds, Swift was ashamed of his infantility. His baby-language was a secret between himself and the two * sweet rogues ' to whom he wrote his letters. In public he revealed only the Puritan, the Father-of-the-Church side of him—the respectably misanthropical obverse of the infantile medal. If he had lived two hundred years later in our routine-ridden, mechanized world of flabbily subhuman sentimentalists, he would not have been ashamed of his infantility : on the contrary, he would have been proud. His angers and his hatreds are what he wotfld have hidden from the modem SWIFT 84 public. If Swift were alive to~clay» lie would be the adored, the baroneted, the Order-of-Merited author, not of Gulliver, not of The Tale of a Tub, not of the Advice to Servants, not of 2" he Lady^s Dressing-Room, but of A Kiss for Cinderella and Peter Pan, PARADISE Between the road and the sea a grove of palms bore imimpeachaWe witness to the mildness of the climate. Exotic — their leaves a plume of gigantic parrot's feathers, each trunk an elephant's hind leg — they guaranteed us against all Northern inclemencies. The vegetable cannot lie. Or so one obstinately goes on believing, in spite of the bananas that almost ripen at Pcnxance, the bamboos that wave in the March wind, as though Surrey were the Malay Penin- sula. ' No deception, ladies and gentlemen,' the palm-trees seemed to say. And, indeed, that was what they were there to say : what an astute town council, when it planted them, had intended them to say, ^ No deception. The climate of the Mediterranean is genuinely sub-tropical/ After a bout of influenza, sub-tropicality was just what I needed : was what, so far, I had been looking for in vain. We had driven all day along a rain-blurred, wind-buffeted Riviera. A cold, fatigtiing journey that might have been through Scotland. But now the gale had dropped, the evening was crystalline. Those palm-trees in the level sunliglit were like a Bible picture of the Promised Land. And the hotel that looked out over their green tops to the sea was called the H6tel Paradiso* That settled it- We decided to stop — for weeks, if necessary; till I felt perfectly well again. Paradise began by giving us a surprise- One does not expect to find, in the hall of an Italian hotel, a group of middle-aged English ladies dressed as female Pierrots, geishas, and Welsh peasants. But there S5 86 PARADISE they were, when we went to inquire about rooms, high hats, kimonos and all, chatting in the most animated manner with a young clergyman, whose clerical- Oxonian accent (' he that hath eeyars to heeyar, let him heeyar ') and whose laughter (that too too merry laughter of clergymen who want to prove that, malgri tout, they can be good fellows) were a joy to hear. A handbill posted on the porter's desk explained the mystery. Somewhat belatedly — for Lent was already ten days old — the town was celebrating Carni- val. We read, in that magniloquent Italian style, of grandiose processions, allegorical cars, huge prizes for the best costumes, sportive manifestations in the shape of bicycle races, masked balls. The geishas and the Welsh colleens (or are they something else in Wales ?) were immediately accounted for. And perhaps, I thought for a moment, perhaps the clergy- man was also a masker. The stage curate is an old favourite. But listening again to the voice, the merry, merry laughter, I knew that no sacrilege Iiad been committed. The sable uniform was certainly not a fancy dress. Before dinner we took a stroll through the town — ^ only to discover that the town did not exist. True, there were houses enough, hundreds of white stucco boxes, all very new and neat. Bricks and mortar in plenty, but no people. The houses were all shuttered and empty. In summer, during the bathing season, they would doubtless be tenanted. The town' would come to life. But at this season it was a corpse. We looked for the ceniro dtUa ciUd ; in vain, the city had no centre. The only shop we saw was an English tea-room. In the mam street we met a wagon draped in red and yellow bunting. Very slowly, a hearse in motley, it rolled along behind two PARADISE 87 aged horses; and a little crowd of twenty or thirty men and boys, somewhat the worse for wine, straggled after it, lugubriously singing. They were, I suppose, the natives, making merry behind one of CarnivaFs allegorical cars. We hurried back to Paradise. The colleen and the geisha were still talking with the clergyman. In the background a group of old ladies muttered over their knitting. Plungry after a long day's journey, we responded punctually to the dinner-bell. A few of the tables were already occupied. Isolated in the middle of the dining-room, a little old woman in black was eating earnestly, almost with passion — ^the passionate greed of one whom age and circumstances had deprived of every other outlet for the libido. In a distant corner two manifest spinsters of forty-five were engaged with their soup They wore semi-evening dresses, and when they moved there was a dim glitter of semi-precious stones, dry rattling of beads. Their hair was light, almost colourless, and frizzy with much curling. We began our meal. Two more old ladies came in, a cadaver and a black satin balloon. A mother, widowed, with three daughters who had been pretty a few years ago and were now fading, had faded already into a definite unmarriageableness, sat down at the table next to ours. An artistic lady followed. Her sage-green dress was only semi-semi- evening, and the beads she wore were definitely non- precious. Another widowed mother with an un- married daughter who had never been pretty at any time. Another solitary old lady. The parson and his wife — ^what a relief to see a pair of trousers I An old lady who hobbled in with the help of a stick and a companion. The stick was of ebony; the companion had the white opaque complexion of a plucked chicken. 88 PARADISE In a few minutes all the tables were occupied. There were, perhaps, forty guests — all English, and all, except the parson and myself, women. And what women ! We looked at one another and would have laughed, if the spectacle of so much age and virtue and ugliness, so much frustration and rehnement, so much middle-class pride on such small fixed incomes, so much ennui and self-sacrifice, had not been painfully distressing as well as grotesque. And suddenly it occurred to me that the whole Riviera, from IMax'stulles to Spezia, was teeming with such women. In a single appalling intuition I realized all their existences. At that very moment, I reflected, in all the cheap hotels and pensions of the Mediterranean littoral, thousands upon thousands of them were eating their fish with that excessive middle-class refinement which makes one long, in the Maison Lyons, for the loud had manners of provincial France or Belgium, Thousands upon thousands of them, trying to keep warm, trying to keep well through the winter, trying to find in foreign parts distraction and novelty and cheapness. But the wind howls in spite of the palm-trees. The rain comes lashing down. The little towns on their bays between the rocky headlands are utterly dead. Tlie only distraction is the chat of other women of tlieir kind. The only novelties are the latest things in semi-evening dresses and semi-precious beads. The franc and the lira never buy as much as one expect.s. Income remains irrevocably fixed — and so do morals and intellectual interests, so do prejudices, manners, and habits. In the lounge, waiting for the coffee, we gorinto conversation with the clergyman. Or rather,, he got into conversation with us. He felt it his duty, I suppose, as a Christian, as a temporary chaplain in the Anglican diocese of Southern Europe, to welcome PARADISE 89 the newcomers, to put them at their ease. ' Beautiful evening,' he said, in his too richly cultured voice. (But I loved him for his trousers.) ' Beautiful,' we agreed, and that the place was charming. ' Staying long? ' he asked. We looked at one another, then round the crowded hall, then again at one another. I shook my head. ' To-morrow,' I said, ' we have to make a very early start,' WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS In the neighbourhood of latitude fifty north, and for the last hundred years or thereabouts, it has been an axiom that Nature is divine and morally uplifting. For good Wordsworthians — and most serious-minded people are now Wordsworthians, cither by direct inspiration or at second hand — a walk in the country is the equivalent of going to church, a tour through Westmorland is as good as a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. To commune with the fields and waters, the wood- lands and the hills, is to commune, according to our modern and northern ideas, with the visible mani- festations of the ‘ Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe.' The Wordsworthian who exports this pantheistic worship of Nature to the tropics is liable to have his religious convictions somewhat rudely disturbed. Nature, under a vertical sun, and nourished by the equatorial rains, is not at all like that cliaste, mild deity who presides over the Gemuthlichkeii, the pretti- ness, the cosy sublimities of the Lake District. The worst that Wordsworth's goddess ever did to him was to make him hear Ix)w breathings coming after me, and sounds Of nndistinguishable motion, steps Almost as sdent as the turf they trod ; was to make him realize, in the shape of ' a huge peak, black and huge/ the existence of ' unknown modes of being.' He seems to have inagined that this was the worst Nature could do. A few weeks in Malaya or Borneo would have undeceived him. Wandering in the hothouse darkness of the jungle, oo WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS qx he would not have felt so serenely certain of those * Presences of Nature/ those ' Souls of Lonely Places/ which he was in the habit of worshipping on the shores of Windermere and Rydal. The sparse inhabitants of the equatorial forest are all believers in devils. When one has visited, in even the most superficial manner, the places where they live, it is difficult not to share their faith. The jungle is marvellous, fantastic, beautiful ; but it is also terrifying, it is also profoundly sinister. There is something in what, for lack of a better word, we must call the character of great forests — even in those of temperate lands — which is foreign, appalling, fundamentily and utterly inimical to intruding man. The life of those vast masses of swarming vegetation is alien to the human spirit and hostile to it. Meredith, in his ' Woods of Westermaine,' has tried reassuringly to persuade us that our terrors are unnecessary, that the hostility of these vegetable forces is more apparent than real, and that if we will but trust Nature we shall find our fears transfonned into serenity, joy, and rapture. This may be sound philosophy in the neighbourhood of Dorking ; but it begins to be dubious even in the forests of Germany — there is too much of them for a human being to feel himself at ease within their enormous glooms; and when the woods of Borneo are substituted for those of Westermaine, Meredith's comforting doctrine becomes frankly ridiculous. It is not the sense of solitude that distresses the wanderer in equatorial jungles. Loneliness is bear- able enough — for a time, at any rate. There is something actually rather stimulating and exciting about being in an empty place where there is no life but one's own. Taken in reasonably small doses, the Sahara exhilarates, like alcohol. Too much of it, however (I speak, at any rate, for myself), has the D ^2 WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS depressing effect of the second bottle of Burgundy. But in any case it is not loneliness that oppresses the equatorial traveller : it is too much company ; it is the uneasy feeling that he is an alien in the midst of an innumerable throng of hostile beings. To us who live beneath a temperate sky and in the age of Henry Ford, the worship of Nature comes almost naturally. It is easy to love a feeble and already conquered enemy. But an enemy with whom one is still at war, an un- -conquered, unconquerable, ceaselessly active enemy — no; one does not, one should not, love him. One respects him, perhaps ; one has a salutary fear of him ; and one goes on fighting. In our latitudes the hosts of Nature have mostly been vanquished and enslaved. Borne few detachments, it is true, stiU hold the field against us. There are wild woods and mountains, marshes and heaths, even in England. But they are there only on sufferance, because we have chosen, out of our good pleasure, to leave them their freedom. It has not been worth our while to reduce them to slavery. We love them because we are the masters, because we know that at any moment we can overcome them as we overcame their fellows. The inhabitants of the tropics have no such comforting reasons for adoring the sinister forces which hem them in on every side. For us, the notion ' river ' implies (how obviously !) the notion ^ bridge.' Wlien we think of a plain, we think of agriculture, towns, and good roads. The corollary of mountain is tunnel; of swamp, an embankment ; of distance, a railway. At latitude zero, however, the obvious is not the same as with us. Rivers imply wading, swimming, alli- gators. Plains mean swamps, forests, fevers. Moun- tains are either dangerous or impassable. To travel is to hack one's way laboriously through a tangled, prickly, and venomous darkness. * God made the WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS 93 country/ said Cowper, in his rather too blank verse. In New Guinea he would have had his doubts; he would have longed for the man-made town. The Wordsworthian adoration of Nature has two principal defects. The first, as we have seen, is that it is only possible in a country where Nature has been nearly or quite enslaved to man. The second is that it is only possible for those who are prepared to falsify their immediate intuitions of Nature. For Nature, even in the temperate zone, is always alien and in- human, and occasionally diabolic. Meredith explicitly invites us to explain any unpleasant experiences away. We are to interpret them. Pangloss fashion, in terms of a preconceived philosophy ; after which, all will surely be for the best in the best of all possible Westermaines. Less openly, Wordsworth asks us to make the same falsification of immediate experience. It is only very occasionally that he admits the existence in the world around him of those ‘ unknown modes of being ’ of which our immediate intuitions of things make us so disquietingly aware. Normally what he does is to pump the dangerous Unknown out of Nature and refill the emptied forms of hills and woods, flowers and waters, with something more reassuringly familiar — with humanity, with Anglicanism. He will not admit that a yellow primrose is simply a yellow primrose — beautiful, but essentially strange, having its own alien life apart. He wants it to possess some sort of soul, to exist humanly, not simply dowerily. He wants tlxe earth to be more than earthy, to be a divine person. But the life of vegetation is radically unlike the life of man : the earth has a mode of being that is certainly not the mode of being of a person. ' Let Nature be your teacher,' says Wordsworth. The advice is excellent. But how strangely he himself puts it into practice I Instead of listening 94 WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS humbly to what the teacher says, he shuts his ears and himself dictates the lesson he desires to hear. The pupil knows better than his master; the wor- shipper substitutes his own oracles for those of the god. Instead of accepting the lesson as it is given to his immediate intuitions, he distorts it rationaiistically into the likeness of a parson's sermon or a professorial lecture. Our direct intuitions of Nature tell us that the world is bottomlessly strange : alien, even when it is kind and beautiful ; having innumerable modes of being that are not our modes; always mysteriously not personal, not conscious, not moral ; often hostile and sinister; sometimes even unimaginably, because inhumanly, evil. In his youth, it would seem, Wordsworth left his direct intuitions of the world unwarped. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetive ; a feeling and a love. That had no need of a remoter charm. By thought supplied, nor any interest XJnborxowed from the eye. As the years passed, however, he began to interpret them in terms of a preconceived philosophy. Pro- cmstes-Iike, he tortured his feelings and perceptions until they fitted his system. By the time he was tiiirty. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed. The stationary blasts of waterfalls — • The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky. The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and r^ions of the heavens. Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light-— Were all like workings of one mind, the feature WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS 95 Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree. Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of eternity. Of first, and last, and midst, and without end. ' Something far more deeply interfused ' had made its appearance on the Wordsworthian scene. The god of Anglicanism had crept under the skin of things, and all the stimulatingly inhuman strangeness of Nature had become as flatly familiar as a page from a textbook of metaphysics or theology. As familiar and as safely simple. Pantheistically interpreted, our intuitions of Nature's endless varieties of impersonal mysteriousness lose all their exciting and disturbing quality. It makes the world seem delightfully cosy, if you can pretend that all the many alien things about you are really only manifestations of one person. It is fear of the lab5ninthine dux and complexity of phenomena that has driven men to philosophy, to science, to theology — fear of the complex reality driving them to invent a simpler, more manageable, and, therefore, consoling fiction. For simple, in comparison with the external reality of which we have direct intuitions, childishly simple is even the most elaborate and subtle system devised by the human mind. Most of the philosophical systems hitherto popular have not been subtle and elaborate even by human standards. Even by human standards they have been crude, bald, preposterously straightforward. Hence their popularity. Their simplicity has rendered them instantly comprehensible. Weary with much wandering in the maze of phenomena, frightened by the inhospitable strangeness of the world, men have rushed into the systems prepared for them by philoso- phers and founders of religions, as they would rush from a dark iungle into the haven of a well-lit, com- modious house. With a sigh of relief and a thankful 96 WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS feeling that here at last is their true home, they settle down in their snug metaphysical villa and go to sleep. And how furious they are when any one comes rudely knocking at the door to tell them that their villa is jerry-built, dilapidated, unfit for human habitation, even non-existent ! Men have been burnt at the stake for even venturing to criticize the colour of the front door or the shape of the third-door windows. That man must build himself some sort of meta- physical shelter in the midst of the jxingie of immediately apprehended reality is obvious. No practical activity, no scientific research, no specu- lation is possible without some preliminary hypothesis about the nature and the purpose of things. The human mind cannot deal with the universe directly, nor even with its own immediate intuitions of the universe. Whenever it is a question of thinking about the world or of practically modifying it, men can only work on a symbolic plan of the universe, only on a simplified, two-dimensional map of things abstracted by the mind out of the complex and multifarious reality of immediate intuition. History shows that these hypotheses about the nature of things are valuable even when, as later experience reveals, they are false. Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors. Confronted by the strange complexity of things, he invents, quite ar- bitrarily, a simple hypothesis to explain and justify the world. Having invented, he proceeds to act and think in terms of this hypothesis, as though it were correct. Experience gradually shows him where his hypothesis is unsatisfactory and how it should be modified. Thus, great scientific discoveries have been made by men seeking to verify quite erroneous theories about the nature of things. The discoveries WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS 97 have necessitated a modification of the original hypotheses, and further discoveries have been made in the effort to verify the modifications — discoveries which, in their turn, have led to yet further modi- fications. And so on, indefinitely. Philosophical and religious hypotheses, being less susceptible of experimental verification than the hypotheses of science, have undergone far less modification. For example, the pantheistic hypothesis of Wordsworth is an ancient doctrine, which human experience has hardly modified throughout history. And rightly, no doubt. For it is obvious that there must be some sort of unity underlying the diversity of phenomena ; for if there were not, the world would be quite unknow- able. Indeed, it is precisely in the knowableness of things, in the very fact that they are known, that their fundamental unity consists. The world which we know, and which our minds have fabricated out of goodness knows what mysterious things in themselves, possesses the unity which our minds have imposed upon it. It is part of our thought, hence fundamentally homogeneous. Yes, the world is obviously one. But at the same time it is no less obviously diverse. For if the world were absolutely one, it would no longer be knowable, it would cease to exist. Thought must be divided against itself before it can come to any knowledge of itself. Absolute oneness is absolute nothingness : homogeneous perfection, as the Hindus perceived and courageously I'ecognized, is equivalent to non-existence, is nirvana. The Christian idea of a perfect heaven that is something other than a non- existence is a contradiction in terms. The world in which we live may be fundamentally one, but it is a unity divided up into a great many diverse fragments. A tree, a table, a newspaper, a piece of artificial silk are ah made of wood. But they are, none the less. 98 WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS distinct and separate objects. It is the same with the world at large. Our immediate intentions are of diversity. We have only to open our eyes to recognize a multitude of different phenomena. These intuitions of diversity are as correct, as well justified, as is our intellectual conviction of the fundamental homo- geneity of the various parts of the world with one another and with ourselves. Circumstances have led humanity to set an ever-increasing premium on the conscious and intellectual comprehension of things. Modem man*s besetting temptation is to sacrifice his direct perceptions and spontaneous feelings to his reasoned reflections ; to prefer in all circumstances the verdict of his intellect to that of his immediate in- tuitions. * L'homme est visiblement fait pour penser,' says Pascal ; ‘ c’est toute sa dignity et tout son mdrite ; et tout son devoir est de penser comme il faut.' Noble words; but do they happen to be true? Pascal seems to forget that man has something else to do besides think : he must live. Living may not be so dignified or so meritorious as thinking (par- ticularly when you happen to be, like Pascal, a chronic invalid) ; but it is, perhaps unfortunately, a necessary process. If one would live well, one must live completely, with the whole being — with the body and the instincts, as well as with the conscious mind. A life lived, as far as may be, exclusively from the consciousness and in accordance with the considered judgments of the intellect, is a stunted life, a half-dead life. This is a fact that can be confirmed by daily observation. But consciousness, the intellect, the spirit, have acquired an inordinate prestige; and such is men's snobbish respect for authority, such is their pedantic desire to be consistent, that they go on doing their best to lead the exclusively conscious, spiritual, and intellectual life, in spite of its manifest WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS 99 disadvantages. To know is pleasant; it is exciting to be conscious ; the intellect is a valuable instrument, and for certain purposes the hypotheses which it fabricates are of great practical value. Quite true. But, therefore, say the moralists and men of science, drawing conclusions only justified by their desire for consistency, therefore all life should be lived from the head, consciously, all phenomena should at all times be interpreted in terms of the intellect's hypotheses. The religious teachers are of a slightly different opinion. All life, according to them, should be lived spiritually, not intellectually. Why? On the grounds, as we discover when we push our analysis far enough, that certain occasional psychological states, currently called spiritual, are extremely agreeable and have valuable consequences in the realm of social behaviour. The unprejudiced observer finds it hard to understand why these people should set such store by consistency of thought and action. Because oysters are occasionally pleasant, it does not follow that one should make of oysters one's exclusive diet. Nor should one take castor-oil every day because castor-oil is occasionally good for one. Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead. Consistent intellectualism and spirituality may be socially valuable, up to a point; but they make, gradually, for individual death. And in- dividual death, when the slow murder has been consummated, is finally social death. So that the social utility of pure intellectualism and pure spiritual- ity is only apparent and temporary. What is needed is, as ever, a compromise. Life must be lived in different ways at different moments. The only satisfactory way of existing in the modem, highly lOO WOKDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS specialized world is to live with two personalities. A Dr. Jekyll that does the metaphysical and scientific thinking, that transacts business in the city, adds up figures, designs machines, and so forth. And a natural, spontaneous Mr. Hyde to do the physical, instinctive living in the intervals of work. The two personalities should lead their unconnected lives apart, without poaching on one another’s preserves or inquiring too closely into one another’s activities. Only by living discretely and inconsistently can we preserve both the man and the citizen, both the inteUectual and the spontaneous animal being, alive within us. The solution may not be very satisfactory ; but it is, I believe now (though once I thought differ- ently), the best that, in the modern circumstances, can be devised. The poet’s place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature. He should be, as Blake remarked of Milton, ' of the devil’s party without knowmg it ’ — or preferably with the full conscioirsness of being of the devil’s party. There are so many intellectual and moral angels battling for rationalism, good citizenship, and pure spirituality ; so many and such eminent ones, so very vocal and authoritative I The poor devil in man needs all the support and advocacy he can get. The artist is his natural champion. When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons. How un- forgivable, for example, is Tolstoy! Tolstoy, the perfect Mr. Hyde, the complete embodiment, if ever there was one, of non-intellectual, non-moral, instinctive life — ^Tolstoy, who betrayed his own nature, betrayed his art, betrayed life itselt, in order to fight against the devil’s party of his earlier alle- giances, under the standard of Dr. Jesus- Jekyll. Wordsworth’s betrayal was not so spectacular : he WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS lOI was never so wholly of the devil's party as Tolstoy. Still, it was bad enough. It is difficult to forgive him for so utterly repenting his youthful passions and enthusiasms, and becoming, personally as well as politically, the anglican tory. One remembers B. R. Haydon's account of the poet's reactions to that charming classical sculpture of Cupid and Psyche. ' The devils ! ' he said malignantly, after a long- drawn contemplation of their marble embrace. ' The devils ! ' And he was not using the word in the complimentary sense in which I have employed it here : he was expressing his hatred of passion and life, he was damning the young man he had himself been — the young man who had hailed the French Revolution with dehght and begotten an illegitimate child. From being an ardent lover of the nymphs, he had become one of those all too numerous woodmen who expel I>ove*s gentle dryads from the haunts of life. And vex the nightingales in every deU. Yes, even the nightingales he vexed. Even the nightingales, though the poor birds can never, like those all too human dryads, have led him into sexual temptation. Even the innocuous nightingales were moralized, spiritualized, turned into citizens and anglicans — and along with the nightingales, the whole of animate and inanimate Nature. The change in Wordsworth's attitude towards Nature is symptomatic of his general apostasy. Beginning as what I may call a natural aesthete, he transformed himself, in the course of years, into a moralist, a thinker. He used his intellect to distort his exquisitely acute and subtle intuitions of the world, to explain away their often disquieting strange- ness, to simplify them into a comfortable metaphysical 102 WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS unreality. Nature had endowed him with the poet's gift of seeing more than ordinarily far into the brick walls of external reality, of intuitively comprehending the character of the bricks, of feeling the quality of their being, and establishing the appropriate relation- ship with them. But he preferred to think his gifts away. He preferred, in the interests of a precon- ceived religious theory, to ignore the disquieting strangeness of things, to interpret the impersonal diversity of Nature in terms of a divine, anglican unity. He chose, in a word, to be a philosopher, comfortably at home with a man-made and, there- fore, thoroughly comprehensible system, rather than a poet adventuring for adventure's sake through the mysterious world revealed by his direct and undis- torted intuitions. It is a pity that he never travelled beyond the boundaries of Europe. A voyage through the tropics would have cured him of his too easy and comfortable pantheism. A few months in the jungle would have convinced him that the diversity and utter strangeness of Nature are at least as real and significant as its intellectually discovered unity. Nor would he have felt so certain, in the damp and stifling darkness, among the leeches and the malevo- lently tangled rattans, of the divinely anglican character of that fundamental unity. He would have learned once more to treat Nature naturally, as he treated it in his youth; to react to it spon- taneously, loving where love was the appropriate emotion, fearing, hating, fighting whenever Nature presented itself to his intuition as being, not merely strange, but hostile, inhumanly evil. A voyage would have taught him this. But Wordsworth never left his native continent. Europe is so weE gardened that it resembles a work of art, a scientific WORDSWORTH IN THE TROPICS loa theory, a neat metaphysical system. Man has re- created Europe in his own image. Its tamed and temperate Nature confirmed Wordsworth in his philosophizings. The poet, the deviFs partisan were doomed; the angels triumphed. Alas 1 FASHIONS IN LOVE Human nature does not change, or, at any rate, history is too short for any changes to be perceptible. The earliest known specimens of art and literature are still comprehensible. The fact that wc can understand them all and can recognize in some of them an unsurpassed artistic excellence is proof enough that not only men's feelings and instincts, but also their intellectual and imaginative powers, were in the remotest times precisely what they are now. In the fine arts it is only the convention, the form, the incidentals that change : the fundamentals of passion, of intellect and imagination remain unaltered. It is the same with the arts of life as with the fine arts. Conventions and traditions, prejudices and ideals and religious beliefs, moral systems and codes of good manners, varying according to the geographical and historical circumstances, mould into dilYcrcnt forms the unchanging material of human instinct, passion, and desire. It is a stiff, intractable material — ^Egyptian granite, rather than Hindu bronze. The artists who carved the colossal statues of Rameses il "juay have wished to represent the Pharaoh standing on one leg and waving two or three pairs of arms over his head, as the Indians still represent the dancing Krishna. But with the best will in tlie world they could not have imposed such a form upon the granite. Similarly, those artists in social life whom we call statesmen, moralists, founders of religions, have often wished to mould human, nature 104 FASHIONS IN LOVE 105 into forms of superhuman elegance; but the material has proved too stubborn for them, and they have had to be content with only a relatively small altera- tion in the form which their predecessors had given it. At any given historical moment human behaviour is a compromise (enforced from without by law and custom, from within by belief in religious or philo- sophical myths) between the raw instinct on the one hand and the unattainable ideal on the other — a compromise, in our sculptural metaphor, between the unshaped block of stone and the many-armed dancing Krishna. Like all the other great human activities, love is the product of unchanging passions, instincts, and desires (unchanging, that is to say, in the mass of humanity ; for, of course, they vary greatly in quantity and quality from individual to individual), and of laws and conventions, beliefs and ideals, which the circumstances of time and place, or the arbitrary fiats of great personalities, have imposed on a more or less willing society. The history of love, if it were ever written (and doubtless some learned German, unread, alas, by me, has written it, and in several volumes), would be like the current histories of art — a record of succeeding ' styles " and ' schools,' of * infiuences,' ' revolutions,' ' technical discoveries.' Love's psychological and physiological material remains the same; but every epoch treats it in a different manner, just as every epoch cuts its unvary- ing cloth and silk and linen into garments of the most diverse fashion. By way of illustration, I may mention that vogue of homosexuality which seems, from all accounts, to have been universal in the Hellenic world. Plutarch attributes the inception of this mode to the custom (novel in the fifth century, according to Thucydides) of exercising naked in the io6 FASHIONS IN LOVE palestra.^ But whatever may have been its origin, there can be no doubt that this particular fashion in love spread widely among people who were not in the least congenitally disposed to homosexuality. Convention and public opinion moulded the material of love into forms which a later age has chosen to call * unnatural/ A recrudescence of this amorous mode was very noticeable in Europe during the years immediately following the War. Among the deter- mining causes of this recrudescence a future Plutarch will undoubtedly number the writings of Proust and Andre Gide. The present fashions in love are not so definite and universal as those in clothes. It is as though our age were dubiously hesitating between crinolines and hobble skirts, trunk hose and Oxford trousers. Two distinct and hostile conceptions of love coexist in the minds of men and women, two sets of ideals, of conventions, of public opinions, struggle for the right to mould the psychological and physiological material of love. One is the conception evolved by the nineteenth century out of the ideals of Christianity on the one hand and romanticism on the other. The other is that still rather inchoate and negative con- ception which contemporary youth is in process of forming out of the materials provided by modem psychology. The public opinion, the conventions, ideals, and prejudices which gave active force to the first convention and enabled it, to some extent at ^ Plutarcti, who wrote some five hundred years after the event, is by no means an unquestionable authority. The habit of which he and Thucydides speak may have facilitated the spread of the homosexual fashion. But that the fashion existed before the fifth century is mad© sufficiently clear by Homer, not to mention Sappho. Like many modem oriental peoples, the ancient Greeks were evidently, in Sir Richard Burton^s expressive phrase, ‘ omnifutueat.' FASHIONS IN LOVE 107 least, to modify the actual practice of love, had already lost much of their strength when they were rudely shattered, at any rate in the minds of the you^g, by the shock of the War. As usually happens, practice preceded theory, and the new conception of lov# was called in to justify existing post- War manners. Having gained a footing, the new con- ception is now a cause of new behaviour among the youngest adolescent generation, instead of being, as it was for the generation of the War, an explanation of war-time behaviour made after the fact. Let us try to analyse these two coexisting and conflicting conceptions of love. The older conception was, as I have said, the product of Christianity and romanticism — a curious mixture of contradictions, of the ascetic dread of passion and the romantic worship of passion. Its ideal was a strict monogamy, such as St. Paul grudgingly conceded to amorous humanity, sanctified and made eternal by one of those terrific exclusive passions which are the favourite theme of poetry and drama. It is an ideal which finds its most characteristic expression in the poetry of that infinitely respectable rebel, that profoundly anglican worshipper of passion, Robert Browning. It was Rousseau who first started the cult of passion for passion's sake. Before his time the great passions, such as that of Paris for Helen, of Dido for ^neas, of Paolo and Francesca for one another, had been regarded rather as disastrous maladies than as enviable states of soul. Rousseau, followed by ail the romantic poets of France and England, trans- formed the grand passion from what it had been in the Middle Ages — a demoniac possession — into a divine ecstasy, and promoted it from the rank of a disease to that of the only true and natural form of love. The nineteenth-centuiy conception of love FASHIONS IN LOVE 108 was thus doubly mystical, with the mysticism of Christian asceticism and sacramentalism, and with the romantic mysticism of Nature. It claimed an absolute rightness on the grounds of its divinity and of its naturalness. Now, if there is one thing that the study of histbry and psychology makes abundantly clear, it is that there are no such things as either ‘ divine ' or ' natural ' forms of love. Innumerable gods have sanctioned and forbidden innumerable kinds of sexual beha^our, and innumerable philosophers and poets have advo- cated the return to the most diverse kinds of ' nature.* Every form of amorous behaviour, from chastity and monogamy to promiscuity and the most fantastic ' perversions,* is found both among animals and men. In any given human society, at any given moment, love, as we have seen, is the result of the interaction of the unchanging instinctive and physiological material of sex with the local conventions of morality and religion, the local laws, prejudices, and ideals. The degree of permanence of these conventions, religious myths, and ideals is proportional to their social utility in the given circumstances of time and place. The new twentieth-century conception of love is realistic. It recognizes the diversity of love, not merely in the social mass from age to age, but from individual to contemporary individual, according to the dosage of the different instincts with which each is born, and the upbringing he has received. The new generation knows that there is no such thing as Love with a large L, and that what the Christian romantics of the last century regarded as the uniquely natural form of love is, in fact, only one of the indefinite number of possible amorous fashions, produced by specific circumstances at that par- FASHIONS IN LOVE 109 ticular time. Psycho-analysis has taught it that all the forms of sexual behaviour previously regarded as wicked, perverse, unnatural, are statistically normal (anc^ normality is solely a question of statistics), and that what is commonly called amorous normality is far from being a spontaneous, instinctive form of behaviour, but must be acquired by a process of edmatkm. Having contracted the habit of talking wmd more or less scientifically about sexual mattes, the young no longer regard love with that feeling of rather guilty excitement and thrilling shame which was for an earlier generation the normal reaction to the subject. Moreover, the practice of birth-control has robbed amorous indulgence of most of the sinfulness traditionally supposed to be inherent in it by robbing it of its socially disastrous effects. The tree shall be known by its fruits : where there are no fruits, there is obviously no tree. Love has ceased to be the rather fearful, mysterious thing it was, and become a perfectly normal, almost common- place, activity — an activity, for many young people, especially in America, of the same nature as dancing or tennis, a sport, a recreation, a pastime. For those who hold this conception of love, liberty and tolera- tion are prime necessities. A strenuous offensive against the old taboos and repressions is everywhere in progress. Such, then, are the two conceptions of love which oppose one another to-day. Which is the better? Without presuming to pass judgment, I wiU content myself with pointing out the defects of each. The older conception was bad, in so far as it inflicted unnecessary and undeserved sufferings on the many human beings whose congenital and acquired modes of love-making did not conform to the fashionable Christian-romantic pattern which was regarded as no FASHIONS IN LOVE being uniquely entitled to call itself Love* The new conception is bad, it seems to me, in so far as it takes love too easily and lightly. On love regarded as an amusement the last word is surely this of Rdbcrt Burns : I waive the quantum of the sin. The hazard of concealing ; But oh 1 it hardens all within And petrifies the feeling. Nothing is more dreadful than a cold, ummpasaMBBd indulgence. And love infallibly becomes cold um unimpassioned when it is too lightly made. It is not good, as Pascal remarked, to have too much liberty. Love is the product of two opposed forces — of an instinctive impulsion and a social resistance acting on the individual by means of ethical imperatives justified by philosophical or religious myths. When, with the destruction of the myths, resistance is removed, the impulse wastes itself on emptiness; and love which is only the product of conflicting forces, is not bom. The twentieth century is repro- ducing in a new form the error of the early nineteenth- century romantics. Following Rousseau, the romantics imagined that exclusive passion was the ‘ natural ' mode of love, just as virtue and reasonable- ness were the ' natural ' forms of men's social be- haviour. Get rid of pnests and kings, and men will be for ever good and happy; poor Shelley's faith in this palpable nonsense remained unshaken to the end. He believed also in the complementary para- logism that you had only to get rid of social restraints and erroneous mytholo^ to make the Grand Passion universally chronic. Like the Mussets and Sands, he failed to see that the Grand Passion was produced by the restraints that opposed themselves to the FASHIONS IN LOVE nr sexual impulse, just as the deep lake is produced by the dam that bars the passage of the stream, and the flight of the aeroplane by the air which resists the impulsion given to it by the motor. There would be no air-resistance in a vacuum; but precisely for that reason the machine would not leave the ground, or even move at all. Where there are no psychological or exteimal restraints, the Grand Passion does not Qome into existence and must be artificially cultivated, $S (Jeorge Sand and Musset cultivated it — with what J>ainful and grotesque results the episode of Venice made only too ludicrously manifest. ‘ J'aime et je veux pMir ; j'aime et je veux souffrir/ says Musset, with his usual hysterically masochistic emphasis. Our young contemporaries do not wish to suffer or grow pale ; on the contrary, they have a most determined desire to grow pink and enjoy them- selves. But too much enjoyment ' blunts the fine point of seldom pleasure.' Unrestrained indulgence kills not merely passion, but, in the end, even amuse- ment. Too much liberty is as life-destroying as too much restraint. The present fashion in love-making is likely to be short, because love that is psycho- logically too easy is not interesting. Such, at any rate, was evidently the opinion of the French, who, bored by the sexual licence produced by the Napoleonic upheavals, reverted (so far, at any rate, as the upper and middle classes were concerned) to an almost anglican strictness under Louis-Philippe. We may anticipate an analogous reaction in the not distant future. What new or what revived mythology will serve to create those internal restraints without which sexual impulse cannot be transformed into love ? Christian morality and ascetic ideals will doubtless continue to play their part, but there will no less certainiy be other nioralities and ideals. For II2 FASHIONS IN LOVE example, D. H. Lawrence's new mythology of nature (new in its expression, but reassuringly old in substance) is a doctrine that seems to me fruitful in possibilities. The ‘ natural love ' which he sets up as a norm is a passion less self-conscious and high- falutin, less obviously and precariously artificial, than that * natural love ' of the romantics, in which Platonic and Christian notions were essential in- gredients. The restraints which Lawrence would impose on sexual impulse, so as to transform it into love, are not the restraints of religious spirituality. They are restraints of a more fundamental, less arti- ficial nature — emotional, not intellectual. The im- pulse is to be restrained from promiscuous manifesta- tions because, if it were not, promiscuity would ‘ harden all within and petrify the feeling.’ The restraint is of the same personal nature as the impulse. The conflict is between a part of the personality and the personality as an organized whole. It does not pretend, as the romantic and Christian conflict pretends, to be a battle between a diabolical Lower Seif and certain transcendental Absolutes, of which the only thing that philosophy can tell us is that they are absolutely unknowable, and therefore, for our purposes, non-existent. It only claims to be, what in fact it is, a psychological conflict taking place in the more or less known and finite world of human interests. This doctrine has several great advantages over previous systems of inward restraint. It does not postulate the existence of any transcendental, non-human entity. This is a merit which will be increasingly appreciated as the significance of Kant’s and Nietzsche's destructive criticism is more widely realized. People will cease to be interested in unknowable absolutes; but they will never lose interest in their own personalities. FASHIONS IN LOVE True, that * personality as a whole,' in whose interests the sexual impulse is to be restrained and turned into love, is, strictly speaking, a mythological figure. Consisting, as we do, of a vast colony of souls — souls of individual cells, of organs, of groups of organs, hunger-souls, sex-souls, power-souls, herd-souls, of whose multifarious activities our consciousness (the Soul with a large S) is only very imperfectly and indirectly aware — we are not in a position to know the real nature of our personality as a whole. The only thing we can do is to hazard a hypothesis, to create a mythological figure, caU it Human Person- ality, and hope that circumstances will not, by destroying us, prove our imaginative guesswork too hopelessly wrong. But myth for myth, Human Per- sonality is preferable to God. We do at least know something of Human Personality, whereas of God we know nothing and, knowing nothing, are at liberty to invent as freely as we like. If men had always tried to deal with the problem of love in terms of known human rather than of grotesquely imagined divine interests, there would have been less ' making of eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven’s sake,’ less persecution of " sinners,' less burning and imprisoning of the heretics of ' unnatural ’ love, less Grundyism, less Comstockery, and, at the same time, less dirty Don-Juanism, less of that curiously malignant and vengeful love-making so characteristic of the de- bauchee under a Christian dispensation. Reacting against the absurdities of the old mythology, the young have run into absurdities no less inordinate at the other end of the scale. A sordid and ignoble realism offers no resistance to the sexual impulse, which now spends itself purposelessly, without pro- ducing love, or even, in the long-run, amusement, without enhancing vitality or quickening and deepen- 1 14 FASHIONS IN LOVE ing the rhythms of living. Only a new mythology of nature, such as, in modem times, Blake, Robert Bums, and Lawrence have defined it, an untran- scendental and (relatively speaking) realistic myth- ology of Energy, Life, and Human Personality, will provide, it seems to me, the inward resistances necessary to turn sexual impulse into love, and provide them in a form which the critical intelligence of Post-Nietzschean youth can respect. By means of such a conception a new fashion in love may be created, a mode more beautiful and convenient, more healthful and elegant, than any seen among men since the days of remote and pagan antiquity. FRANCIS AND GRIGORY, OR THE TWO HUMILITIES St. Francis we call him. But the little poor man of Assisi, the littlest of the littler brothers — that was what he liked to call himself. Humbly. He believed in being humble. He was proud of his humility. Now, humility is an excellent thing, so long as it's the right sort of humility. And so is the right sort of pride. But what are the right sorts of humility and pride? They are the sorts, it is evident, of which I approve. But are they anything else? I do not know, but I hope so. In the following pages I have set down the reasons for my hopes. Mean- while, let me say at once that I don't like either the humbleness of the little poor man, or his pride. If I were in the habit of using clerical phraseology, I should say that they were not ' true ' pride, ' true ' humility. For True Pride, my brethren, is surely unmixed with vanity. I dislike vain people as much as I like those who are proud of their humanity and know how to stick up for their human rights and dignity. Was Francis's pride of the true variety? * Cum e$$et gloriosus animoj in the words of a con- temporary, ' et nollet aliquem se pracceller&* I doubt it. All his history testifies to his vanity. His youth- ful dissipations, for example — ^what drove him into those? Pure snobbery. To be debauched was a sign then, as in later times, of nobility. Vain, the son of a shopkeeper, he was ambitious to outspend, outdrink, outroar, and outfomicate the choicest imps of the Umbrian nobiHty, And when he was a 1 15 ri6 FRANCIS AND GRIGORY prisoner of war at Perugia, in 1202, ' You '11 see,' he was wont to say to his companions, ' one day I shall be worshipped by the whole world.' Later, he found in dreams of knight-errantry imaginary compensa- tions for the middle-class reality of his existence. An opportunity to realize these dreams in actual life presented itself; Francis seized it. He ordered at great expense a sumptuous knight-errant's trousseau. His appearance in it was dazzling. ' I know,' he said prophetically, ' that I shall become a great prince.' And with that he rode out of Assisi to join the expedi- tion of Walter de Brienne in Apulia. He rode twenty miles, as far as Spoleto, and then, after one day's knight-errantry, returned to the paternal roof, Sabatier suggests that he was ' ragged ' by his noble companions. It is very possible. For some time after the ni-fated expedition he seems, at any rate, to have lived in a state of pained retrospective shame and brooding humiliation. But little by little the old passion reasserted itself. To be ' a great prince,' to be ‘ worshipped by the whole world,' to allow nobody to excel him. But how should he realize these longings? He had tried the knightly way and failed, ignominiously. In his misery he turned to religion, and there, in religion, discovered a new field for achieving the personal distinction for which his soul so ardently and incessantly longed. The world refused to recognize him as Assisi's greatest soldier. V ery well. It should recognize him as Assisi’s greatest man of God. Between the modem professional sportsman and a certain type of Christian ascetic there is an extra- ordinary resemblance. The Lausiac History reads like a record of post-war athletics. Eremitic life in the Thebaid was an affair of record-making and record-breaking. Brother A only washes on Easter FRANCIS AND GRIGORY 1x7 Mondays. Very well; Brother B will not wash at all- Brother C lives on one onnce of bread per diem and fasts three days a week. The emulous Brother D goes into training and ends by being able to fast four days a week, and to live on an even smaller ration for the remaining three. Brother X sets up a world's record by drinking only as much water as condenses each night in the form of dew on a smaU sponge. And so on. We might be in the world whose activities are recorded on the sporting pages of evening papers. It is worthy of remark that modern record-breakers have been ready to undergo almost greater hardships for the sake of money or, more often, of mere news- paper celebrity than the monks of the Thebaid under- went for the sake — nominally, at any rate^ — of their religious principles. Contemporary professional fas- ters have beaten the ascetics hollow. And is there anything in Palladius to compare with the achieve- ment of those American dancing-couples, who keep up their non-stop fox-trotting for days at a stretch? St. Francis was something of a record-breaker. He was happy in that private consciousness of having done something uniquely arduous, which is the Alpine climber's reward for all his labours. When he had kissed the leper, he felt like the first man up the Aiguille Mummery. But the approval of his own conscience was not enough ; Francis could never forget his desire to be ' a great prince,' to be acclaimed by all the world. He revelled in the publicity which his almsgiving and afterwards his church-repairing, his theatrical renunciation of his patrimony, his begging and his ascetic practices brought him. He had not been able to make a success of knight-errantry ; but to suffer voluntarily was within his powers. He could achieve celebrity and break records in asceticism and self-abasement, and in nothing else. Hence his ii8 FRANCIS AND GRIGORY admiration for self-abasement and asceticism. Per- fection, he told Brother Leo, is not in miracles, not in science, not in converting the heathen (he had achieved no success in any of these departments), but in being shut out by the porter in the wet and cold of a winter night, in suffering voluntarily. Particularly, he might have added, in public. His disciples were instructed to call him names and reproach him with his sins in the presence of the congregation. I'he record-brealcing was to have a numerous audience. There are some people whose ruling passion is pub- licity. They will go to any lengths in order to be talked of. It is not uncommon to read in the Ameri- can papers of adolescents who have committed burglaries, hold-ups, and even murders for the sake of ' getting into the news.' The motives which drive these youths to crime drove Francis to sanctity. Luckily for himself and perhaps also for the Western world, he had a fxmdamentally virtuous temperament. But a virtuous temperament is a negative thing, Francis would never have fulfilled his yearnings for celebrity, would never have been canonized or even heard of, if he had been merely virtuous. He was also a man of power; there was a daemon in him, and he spoke as one having authority. To those who speak in that way men listen, * Such was the devotion in which he was held,' writes Thomas of Spoleto, describing the Saint's visit to Bologna in 1220, ‘ that men and women followed him in crowds, and any one who succeeded in touching the hem of his garment esteemed himself happy.' Happy, too, must the man have esteemed himself whose youthful ambition it was to be 'worshipped by the whole world.' Success enhanced, if not the actual power that was in him, at any rate his sense of it. This is how the Httlest of the Ettler brothers FRANCIS AND GRIGORY 119 addressed the future Gregory ix when, at the Ch|bpter of 1218, that statesmanlike cleric suggested that Francis would do well to give more weight to the learned members of the community, aning to the tops of mountains. Nevertheless, their religion kept them more intimately in touch with the alien world of external things and the (to the con.sciou.s will and intellect) hardly less alien inner world of in- FRANCIS AND GRIGORY 127 slinctive and passional reactions to things, than all the high-class nature-worship of the moderns could have done. Their ritual put them into a direct physical and emotional relationship with the forces of nature — forces which their mythology had repre- sented anthropomorphically, indeed, but in the like- ness of man the darkly passionate and desirous being as well as in that of man the conscious, the spiritual, the intellectual. The modern nature-worshipper's God is apt to be visualized too exclusively as homo sapiens — and sapiens to the nth. degree. St. Francis is often hailed as the first nature- worshipper to appear in Europe since the time of the Greeks. It is a claim which the facts do not make good. Mediaeval Europe was full of genuine nature- worshippers, and St. Francis was not one of them. The genuine nature-worshippers were the followers of that old, pre-Christian religion which lingered on through ail the Middle Ages in the form of witchcraft and its elaborate organization, its tra- ditional rites. A cult of fertility, the old religion existed to establish between the human soul and the souls of animals, of plants and places, of the seasons and the sun, a direct paiticipative com- munion. The people who attended the Sabbaths were not sophisticated walking-tourers with high-class pantheistic feelings about the beauty spots of the Lake District. In spite of this, however, or perhaps because of it, they were better nature-worshippers than the best Wordsworthians of them all. Francis lacked the advantages which he might have derived from a sound pagan upbringing among the sorcerers. His family was orthodoxly Christian. The ritual communion with things was unknown to him. Like Wordsworth, he had to invent his own nature-worship, to produce it by a sort of spiritual 128 FRANCIS AND GRIGORY conjuring trick out of a vacuum. Reading his life, one sees that his conjuring trick only very imper- fectly ' came off.' Inevitably. For Francis was not prepared to subjugate himself to things; he utterly lacked the humility of those who can submit them- selves passively, for a season, to alien influences; he was too proudly wilful ever to allow his soul to participate in unknown modes of being. Modern writers have praised him for his charming sympathy with animals. It is a praise, if w^e can credit the testimony of the original documents, most strangely misdirected. The fact that Francis called donkeys his brothers and bullfinches his sisters is not enough in itself to prove that he lived in any kind of fraternal communion with his adopted iamily. Let me quote, in this context, a story from the Ftoretii of Brother Juniper, ' one of the most elect disciples . . . a man of great fervour and charity, of whom St. Francis said, He would be a good Brother Minor, who had conquered himself and the world like Brother Juniper." ' Here is the anecdote, a little abridged. ‘ On a time at St. Mary of the Angels, when, ail alire with the love of God, he was visiting a sick broth<3r, he asked him, with much compassion, Can I do thee any service? " Replied the sick man, “ IMucIi com- fort would it give me, if thou couldst give me a pig's trotter to eat." Straightway cried Brother Juniper, " Leave that to me ; Til fetch thee one at once." So he went and took a knife and, in fervour of spirit, ran through the wood, where divers pigs were feeding, threw himself on one of them, cut off its foot and ran away, leaving the pig with feet so maimed; and he washed and dressed and cooked the foot . . , and brought it to the sick man with much charity. And the sick man ate it up right greedily, to tlic great comfort and delight of Brother Juniper; who, with FRANCIS AND GRIGORY T29 great glee, for to glad the heart ot this man, told him of the assault he had made on the pig. Meanwhile the swineherd had gone to tell his master h%s version of Brother Juniper’s exploit ; who, when he had heard it, came in a great rage to the house of the Brothers and called them hypocrites, thieves and bars, and rogues and knaves/' saying, “ Why have ye cut off the foot of my pig? " St. Francis with ail humility made excuses " and promised to restore all that he had lost." But tor all that he was not appeased, but went away full of anger. St. Francis said within his heart, " Can Brother Juniper have done this thing, in zeal too indiscreet ? " ' Accordingly he questioned Juniper, who, ' not as one that had made a fault, but as one that seemed to himself to have done an act of great charity, all gladly answered and said : " Sweet my Father, it is true that I cut off a foot from the said pig. . . . And bearing in mind the consolation our sick brother felt, and the comfort that the said foot brought him, if 1 had cut off the feet of a hundred pigs as I did of one, in very sooth, methinks God would have said, Well done." ' Upon which St. Francis rebuked him severely. ' " Oh Brother Juniper," he cried, "'why hast thou given us so great a scandal? Not without reason does this man complain." ’ And he ordered the erring Brother to go and apologize to the pig-master. * Brother Juniper was amazed that any one should be angry at so charitable a deed ; for it seemed to him that these temporal things were naught, save in so far as men in their charity shared them with their neighbours. " Why should he be so dis(juicted, seeing that this pig, whose foot I cut off, is rather God's than his ? * None the less, he did as he was told, sought out the pig-master and explained the matter ' with such charity and simplicity and humility, that this man, coming to himself again, £30 FRANCIS AND GRIGORY threw himself on the ground, not without many tears ; and, acknowledging the wrong he had done and said unto the Brothers, went and caught the pig and killed it and, having cooked it, brought it with great devotion and much weeping to St. Mary of the Angels and gave it to the Brothers to eat, for pity of the wrong he had done them. And St. Francis, pondering on the simplicity and patience of the said holy Brother Juniper in the hour of trial, said to his companions and the others standing round : “ Would to God, my brothers, that I had a whole forest of such Junipers I ’ So ends the edifying story. It remains for us to draw our conclusions from it. They will not, I am afraid, be very favourable to St. Francis. Brother Juniper, of course, could not have been expected to know any better. All the anecdotes about this per- sonage paint him as a half-savage zany entirely possessed, since his conversion, by a single idea — the idea of Franciscan Christianity. He was too much of an imbecile to see that there could be anything in the bloody mutilation of a defenceless animal incom- patible with the purest charity. To this clown and the doubtless equally clovmish Brother, whose longing for pig's trotters was the fons et origo of the whole incident, the maiming of the pig was not merely a commendable act of charity : it was also ex extravagant-— with 172 REVOLUTIONS a vengeance ! Wage-slaves were worked to death at high speed; but there were always new ones coming in to take their places, fairly begging the capitalists to work them to death too. The efficiency of these slaves while being worked to death on starva- tion wages was, of course, very low; but there were so many of them, and they cost so little, that the owners could rely on quantity to make up for any defect in quality. Such was the position in the industrial world when Marx wrote his celebrated and almost universally unread work. Tlie Proletariat, as he knew it, was exploited and victimized as only, in the slave-holding past, the conquered had been exploited and victimized. Marx's whole theory of contemporary Instory and future industrial development depended on the continual existence of precisely that particular Prole- tariat with which he was familiar. He did not fore- see the possibility of that Proletariat ceasing to exist. For him it was to be for ever and inevitably victimized and exploited — that is, until revolution had founded the communist State. The facts have proved him wrong. The Proletariat he knew it has ceased — or, if that is too sweeping a'Statement, is ceasing — to exist in America and, to a less extent, industrialized Europe. The higher the degree of industrial development and material civi- lization (which is not at all the same thing, incidentally, as civilization tout court), the more complete has been tjie transformation of the Proletariat. In the most fully industrialized countries the Proletariat is no longe# abject ; it is prosperous, its way of life approxi- mates to that of the bourgeoisie. No longer the victim, it is actually, in some places, coming to be the victimizer. The causes of this change are many and diverse* REVOLUTIONS 173 In the depths of the human soul lies something which we rationalize as a demand for justice. It is an obscure perception of the necessity for balance in the affairs of life ; we are conscious of it as a passion for equity, a hungering after righteousness. An obvious lack of balance in the outside world outrages this feeling for equity within us, gradually and cumu- latively outrages it, until we are driven to react, often extravagantly, against the forces of disequili- brium. Just as the aristocratic power-holders of eighteenth-century France were driven, by their outraged sentiment of equity, to preach humani- tarianism and equality, to give away their hereditary privileges and yield without a struggle to the demands of the revolutionaries, so the industrial-bourgeois power-holders of the nineteenth century passed laws to restrain their own cupidity, handed over more and more of their power to the Proletariat they had so outrageously oppressed, and even, in individual cases, took a strange masochistic pleasure in sacrificing themselves to the victims, serving the servants and being humiliated by the oppressed. If they had cho.sen to use their power ruthlessly, they could have gone on exploiting the wage-slaves as they exploited them in the earlier part of the century. But they simply could not make such a choice; for the un- balanced world of the early industrial epoch was felt by the deepest self as an outrage. Hence, in the la.tei’ nineteenth century, that ' craven fear of being £rrea± which afflicted and still afflicts the class of mast®:s. Here then is one cause of the change. It is a cause which historical materialists, who deal not with real human beings but with abstract ' Economic Men,' do not consider. It is none the less potent. In the world where historical materialists are at home, there were also good store of causes. Organization of the Prole- 174 REVOLUTIONS tariat. Revolutionary propaganda culminating in more or less revolutionary violence. And, above all, the momentous discovery that it pays the capitalist to have a prosperous Proletariat about him. It pays him to pay well, because those who are paid well buy well, particularly when hypnotized by the incessant suggestions of modern advertising. The policy of modern capitalism is to teach the Proletariat to be wasteful, to organize and facilitate its extrava- gance, and at the same time to make that extrava- gance possible by paying high wages in return for high production. The newly enriched Proletariat is sug- gested into spending what it earns, and even into mortgaging its future earnings in the purchase of objects which the advertisers persuasively affirm to be necessaries or at least indispensable luxuries. The money circulates and the prosperity of the modern industrial state is assured — ^until such time, at any rate, as the now extravagantly squandered resources of the planet begin to run low. But this eventuality is still, by the standards of an individual life, though not by those of history and infinitely less by those of geology, remote. Meanwhile, what is happening, what is likely to happen in the future, to Karl Marx’s Proletariat ? Briefly, this is happening. It is becoming a branch of the bourgeoisie — a bourgeoisie that happens to work in factories and not in offlees ; a bourgeoisie with oily instead of inky fingers. Out of working hours the way of life of these two branches of the modern bourgeoisie is the same. Inevitably, since they earn the same wages. In highly industrialized states, like America, there is a tendency towards equalization of income. There is a tendency for the unskilled workman to be paid as much as the skilled — or rather, since the machine tool is abolishing the difference REVOLUTIONS 175 between them, for skilled and unskilled to fuse into a single semi-skilled type with a given standard of wages — and for the manual worker to be paid as much as the professional man. (As things stand, he is often paid more than the professional. A con- structional engineer overseeing the building of an American skyscraper may actually be paid less than a plasterer at work on the interior walls of the building. Bricklayers earn more than many doctors, draughts- men, analytical chemists, teachers, and the like. This is partly due to the fact that the manual workers are more numerous and better organized than the brain workers and are in a better position to bargain with the capitalists; partly to the overcrowding of the professions with the finished products of an educa- tional system that turns out more would-be brain workers than there are places to fill — or for that matter than there are brains to work !) But to return to our transmogrified Proletariat. The equal- ization of income — ^that happy consummation from which Mr. Bernard Shaw expects all blessings auto- matically to flow — is in process of being realized under the capitalist system in America. What the immediate future promises is a vast plateau of standardized income — ^the plateau being composed of manual labourers and the bulk of the class of clerks and small professional men — ^with a relatively small number of peaks rising from it to more or less giddy heights of opulence. On these peaks will be perched the hereditary owners of property, the directors of industry and finance, and the exceptionally able and successful professional men. Given this transforma- tion of the Proletariat into a branch of the bourgeoisie, given this equalization — at an unprecedentedly high level, and over an area unprecedentedly wide — of standard income, the doctrines of socialism lose most 176 REVOLUTIONS of their charm, and the communist revolution be- comes rather pointless. Those who inhabit paradise do not dream of yet remoter heavens (though it seems to me more than likely that they yearn rather wistfully sometimes for hell). The socialist paradise is a world where all share equally, and the fulness of every man's belly is guaranteed by the State. For the ordinary man the important items of this programme will be the equality of sharing and the fulness of the belly; he will not care who guarantees him these blessings, so long as guaranteed they are. If capital- ism guarantees them, he will not dream of violently overthrowing capitalism for the sake of receiving precisely the same advantages from the socialist State. So that, if the present tendency continues, it would seem that the danger of a strictly communistic re- volution in the highly developed industrial countries, like America, will disappear. What may happen, however, is a more gradual change in the present organization of capitalist society. A change for which capitalism itself will have been largely respon- sible. For by levelling up incomes at present low, in order that all may buy its productions, American capitalism is doing more for the democratization of society than any number of idealistic preachers of the Rights of Man. Indeed, it has transformed these famous rights and the claim that all men are equal from a polite fiction into the beginnings of a fact. In so doing, it seems to me, capitalism is preparing its own downfall — or rather the downfall of the extremely rich people who are now at the head of capitalist enterprise. For it is obvious that you cannot preach democracy, and not merely preach it, but actually give it practical realization throughout large tracts of society in terms of hard cash, without arousing in men the desire to be consistent and REVOLUTIONS T77 carry through the partial democratization of society to the end. We shall see, I believe, the realization of what seems at first sight a paradox — the imposition of complete democratic equality as the result, not of monstrous injustice, poverty, discontent, and con- sequent bloody revolution, but of partial equalization and universal prosperity. Past revolutions failed to produce the perfect democracy in whose name they were always made, because the great masses of the downtrodden were too abjectly poor to be able really to imagine the possibility of being the equals of their oppressors. Only those who were already well on the road towards economic equality with their masters ever profited by these revolutions. Revolutions always benefited the already prosperous and well organized. In America, under modern capitalism, the whole Proletariat is prosperous and well organized ; it is therefore in a position to feel its essential equality with its masters. It stands in the same relation with regard to the rich industrial overlords as did the English industrial and professional bourgeoisie with regard to the territorial magnates in 1832, or the lawyers, the merchants, the financiers, with regard to the French crown and its nobles in 1789. Incomes have been levelled up ; automatically there will arise a demand that they should also be levelled down. If a plasterer is worth as much as a constructional engineer, an oil-driller as much as a geologist (and according to modem capitalist-democratic theory they deserve the same wage inasmuch as each is a man or, in economic language, a consumer) — if this equality is considered just in theory and consecrated in practice by the payment of equal wages, then, it is obvious, there can be no justifiable inequality between the incomes of plasterer and engineer on the one hand, and company director and stockholder 178 REVOLUTIONS on the other. Either violently or, more probably, by a gradual and more or less painless process of propaganda, pressure of public opinion, and finally legislation, incomes will be levelled down as they are now being levelled up; vast fortunes will be broken up; ownership of joint-stock companies will be more and more widely distributed, and the directors of these enterprises will be paid as much as the most unskilled workman or the most learned scientific expert in their employ, as much and no more. For why should one consumer receive more than another? No man has more than one belly to fill with food, one back to put clothes on to, one posterior to sit in a motor car with. A century should see the more or less complete realization, in the industrial West, of Mr. Shaw’s dream of equal incomes for all. And when the dream has been actualized, what then? Will the spectre of revolution be definitively laid and humanity live happily ever aftei'wards ? Mr. Shaw, at any rate, seems to imagine so. Only once, if I remember, in the whole length of his Guid& to Socialism does he even suggest that man does not live by equal incomes alone; and then suggests it so lightly, so passingly, that the reader is still left with the impression that in equality of income lies the solution of every problem life has to offer. Fan- tastic doctrine, all the more absurd for being so apparently positivistic ! For nothing could be more chimerical than the notion that Man is the same thing as the Economic Man and that the problems of life, Man’s life, can be solved by any merely economic arrangement. To suppose that the equalization of income could solve these problems is only slightly less absurd than to suppose that they could be solved by the universal installation of sanitary plumbing or the distribution of Ford cars to every member of the REVOLUTIONS 179 human species. That the equalization of income might in some ways be a good thing is obvious. (It might also, in others, be bad; it would mean, for example, the complete practical realization of the democratic ideal, and this in its turn would mean, almost inevitably, the apotheosis of the lowest human values and the rule, spiritual and material, of the worst men.) But good or bad, the equalization of income can no more touch the real sources of present discontent than could any other large-scale book- keeping operation, such as, for example, a scheme to make possible the purchase of every conceivable commodity by deferred payments. The real trouble with the present social and in- dustrial system is not that it makes some people very much richer than others, but that it makes life fundamentally unlivable for all. Now that not only work, but also leisure has been completely mechanized ; now that, with every fresh elaboration of the social organization, the individual finds himself yet further degraded from manhood towards the mere embodi- ment of a social function; now that ready-made, creation-saving amusements are spreading an ever intenser boredom through ever wider spheres — ex- istence has become pointless and intolerable. Quite how pointless and how intolerable the great masses of materially-civilized humanity have not yet con- sciously realized. Only the more intelligent have consciously realized it as yet. To this realization the reaction of those whose intelligence is unaccompanied by ^ some talent, some inner urge towards creation, is an intense hatred, a longing to destroy. This type of intelligent hater-of-everything has been admirably, and terrifyingly, portrayed by M. Andxi Malraux in his novel, Les Conquerants. I recommend it to all sociologists. i8o REVOLUTIONS The time is not far off when the whole population and not merely a few exceptionally intelligent in- dividuals will consciously realize the fundamental unlivableness of life under the present regime. And what then? Consult M. Malraux. The revolution that will then break out will not be communistic — there will be no need for such a revolution, as I have already shown, and besides nobody will believe in the bettemient of humanity or in anything else whatever. It will be a nihilist revolution. De- struction for destruction's sake. Hate, universal hate, and an aimless and therefore complete and thorough smashing up of everything. And the level- ling up of incomes, by accelerating the spread of universal mechanization (machinery is costly), will merely accelerate the coming of this great orgy of universal nihilism. The richer, the more materially civilized we become, the more speedily it will arrive. All that we can hope is that it will not come in our time. PASCAL I § I. The Orders 'The infinite distance which separates bodies from minds symbolizes the infinitely more infinite distance between minds and charity; for charity is super- natural. All bodies, the firmament, the stars, earth and its kingdoms, are not worth the least of minds : for the mind knows all these things and itself; and bodies, nothing. All bodies together, and all minds together, and all their productions, are not worth the least move- ment of charity. That belongs to an infinitely higher order. Roll all the bodies in the world into one and you will not be able to get one little thought out of them. That is impossible, it belongs to another order. Similarly, from all bodies and minds you cannot draw a movement of true charity; for that too is impossible, that too belongs to another order, or supernatural order.' It would be easy to criticize these affirmations. To begin with, it is obvious that Pascal has no right to say that it is impossiUe for bodies to think. He is simply promoting his ignorance and his metaphysical prejudices to the rank of a general law. He would certainly have been less dogmatic if he had seen the highly emotional plants at the Bose Institute or War- burg's breathing carbon. True, it was not his fault PASCAL 182 that he lived before these experiments were made. But it was his fault that he did not see the purely philosophical objections to his analysis of reality. The idea of orders of existence is profound and fruitful, but only on condition that you choose your orders so that they correspond with observed reality. The Christian-Pascalian orders do not. Body, mind, and charity are not realities, but abstractions from reality. The solutions of continuity, so conspicuous in human life, a^e not between body, mind, and charity, but between different states of the total reality from which these hypothetical entities have been arbitrarily abstracted. Reality as we know it, is always a compound of the three elements into which Pascal divides it. And this in spite of idealism. For even if we grant the whole case of subjective idealism — and it is perhaps the only metaphysical system which is logically water-tight — ^we do nothing to diminish the importance of matter. Mind may be the creator of matter ; but that does not mean that it can deny the existence of its creature. The habit of seeing and touching material objects is a habit of which the mind cannot break itself. Matter may be illusory; but it is a chronic illusion. Whether we like it or not, it is always there. So, for the benefit of the materialists, is mind. So are, intermittently, the psychological states which have been regarded, rightly or wrongly, as being states of contact with a higher spiritual world. For the purposes of classification we can divide the total reality into matter, mind, and, finally, charity, grace, the supernatural, God, or whatever other name you care to bestow on the third of the Pascalian orders. But we must beware of attributing actuality to these convenient abstrac- tions; we must resist the temptation to fall down and worship the intellectual images carved by our- PASCAL I8a selves out of the world (whether objective or subjective, it makes no difference) with which experience has made us familiar. True, the temptation is strong; for the intellect has a special weakness for its own creations. Moreover, in this case the abstractions have actually been made the basis of a social reality. Men have actually tried to realize their classification in the structure of society. Pascal’s mistake consists in applying to individual psychology and the world at large the hierarchical classification of social func- tions into mechanic and liberal, spiritual and lay. Indeed, he did more than merely apply it : he assumed that it was inherent in human nature itself and even in non-human nature — that the caste system had an objective existence in the universe. A convenient social arrangement was thus promoted by him to the rank of a primordial fact of human psychology and cosmic structure. True, the particular social arrange- ment in question was a very convenient one. All tho great qualitative civilizations have been hierarchical. The fine arts and the arts of life have flouristysd most luxuriantly in those societies, in which a very sharp, distinction was drawn between mechanic and liberal occupations. Our modern civilization is quantitative and democratic. We draw no distinctions between mechanic and liberal — only between rich and poor. Western society has been wholly laicized — with most depressing effects on those human activities hitherto regarded as the most valuable. America has twenty- five million motor cars, but almost no original art. Pascal took the social hierarchy for granted. Naturally. He had never heard of a society in which the distinction between the lay and the spiritual was not sharply drawn. But he was not for that reason justified in supposing that the hierarchy existed objectively in nature. 184 PASCAL Reality, as we know it, is an organic whole. Separ- able in theory, the three Pascalian orders are in fact indissolubly wedded. Nor must we forget that matter, mind, and the supernatural are arbitrary abstractions from experience, and that other systems of classification are easily conceivable. The observed solutions of continuity are not, as Pascal maintains, between the three abstractions, which have no exist- ence outside the classif5dng intellect. They are rather between different states of the total reality as experienced by different individuals, and by the same individual at different times. Between the sick man and the healthy man, between the hungry and the full, the lustful and the satiated, the young and the old, between the normally and abnormally gifted, between the cultured European and the primitive Papuan, there yawn great gulfs of separation. Those who would learn how far it is possible for some one with an unusual temperament to dissociate himself from the moral and intellectual reality accepted as normal by the majority of Europeans should read Dostoievsky's Notes from Under gro%md. And what profoundly dissimilar universes may be inhabited by the same man at different seasons ! In the terrifying Death of Ivan Ilyitch Tolstoy has shown how deep, how wide, is the gulf which separates a man in health from the ' same man ' when death has laid its hand upon him. These two works of fiction are worth a whole library of treatises on the theory of knowledge and the nature of reality. Most philosophical argument is argument at cross purposes ; it is the angry shouting at one another of two people who use the same words but mean different things by them. It is the hopeless and futile squabbling of beings who belong in taste and feeling to distinct zoological species. One philosopher abuses another PASCAL 185 for having stupid and wicked views about the nature of things, without realizing that the things about whose nature he has such decided opinions are entirely different from the things the other fellow has been discussing. Their universes are parallel to one another ; this side of infinity they do not meet. § 2. Private Universes Now, the universe in which each individual lives is an affair partly of heredity, partly of acquired habit. A man ma}^ be born with a strong tendency to inhabit one kind of universe rather than another; but this congenital tendency is never completely exclusive. The cosmos in which each of us lives is at least as much a product of education as of physiological inherit- ance; habit and a lifetime of repetitions determine its form and content. Its boundaries are fixed con- ventionally by a kind of inward Treaty of Versailles. It is a treaty, however, which Nature refuses to be rigidly and permanently bound by. When it suits the natural, hereditary man to recognize the Soviets of his own spirit, to make war on one of his Glorious Allies, or disestablish his private Church, he does so, with or without compunction, until the illegal action produces in due course a reaction towards legality, and he feels himself compelled once more to ratify his treaty. Men feel bound by a kind of intellectui and moral patriotism to defend in theory (even though in act they may betray it) the particular cosmos of their choice; they are jingo positivists, chauvinistic- ally mystical. But if they were sincere with them- selves they would realize that these patriotic ardours in matters of philosophy are not merely misplaced, but without justification. No man is by nature exclusively domiciled in one universe. All lives — PASCAL 1 86 even tlie lives of the men and women who have the most strongly-marked congenital tendencies — are passed under at least two flags and generally under many more. Even the most ardent positivist is sometimes carried away by a wave of mystical emotion. Even the most frenzied absolute-hunters, aesthetes, and idealists must compromise with the gross world of relativity and practice to the extent of eating, taking shelter from the weather, behaving at least conventionally enough to keep out of the clutches of the police. Even Podsnap may once have had inklings of the nature of love and poetry. Even the healthiest man, the most bottomlessly ' average ' and hard-headed of Ivan Il3dtches, feels the approach of death at least once in the course of his existence. Even the most pious Catholic is sometimes a Pyrrhonist — ^nay, ought to be a Pyrrhonist (it is Pascal himself who says it). The only completely consistent people are the dead; the living are never anything but diverse. But such is man's pride, such his intel- lectually vicious love of system and fixity, such his terror and hatred of life, that the majority of human beings refuse to accept the facts. Men do not want to admit that they are what in fact they are — each one a colony of separate individuals, ot whom now one and now another consciously lives with the life that animates the whole organism and directs its destinies. They want, in their pride and their terror, to be monsters of stiff consistency; they pretend, in the teeth of the facts, that they are one person ail the time, thinking one set of thoughts, pursuing one course of action throughout life. They insist on being either Pascal or Voltaire, either Podsnap or Keats, when in fact they are potentially always, and at different times actually, a little of what each of these personages symbolically stands for and a great PASCAL 187 deal more beside. My music, like that of every other living and conscious being, is a counterpoint, not a single melody, a succession of harmonies and discords. I am now one person and now another, ' aussi dijff6rent de moi-meme,' in La Rochefoucauld's words, * que des autres.' And I am always potentially and some- times actually and consciously both at once. In spite or rather because of this (for every ‘ in spite ' is really a ' because ') I have tried to pretend that I was superhumanly consistent, I have tried to force myself to be an embodiment of a principle, a walking system. But one can only become consistent by becoming petrified ; and a rigid philosophical system is only possible on condition that one refuses to consider all those necessarily numerous aspects of reality which do not permit themselves to be explained in terms of it. For me, the pleasures of living and understanding have come to outweigh the pleasures, the very real pleasures (for the consciousness of being a man of principle and system is extremely satisfying to the vanity), of pretending to be consistent. I prefer to be dangerously free and alive to being safely mum- mified. Therefore I indulge my inconsistencies. I try to be sincerely myself — that is to say, I try to be sincerely all the numerous people who live inside my skin and take their turn at being the master of my fate. It is, then, as a mixed being, as a colony of free and living minds, not as a single mind irrevocably committed, like a fossil fly in amber, to a single system of ideas, that I now propose to write of Pascal. As a positivist first of all, for the rationalizing part is one I find only too easy to play. More sympathetic- ally next, in the guise of a Pascalian ; for I too have sometimes found myself in other worlds than those familiar to the positivist, I too have chased the* G PASCAL i8S absolute in those remote strange regions beyond the borders of the quotidian consciousness. And finally as a worshipper of life, who accepts all the conflicting facts of human existence and tries to frame a way of life and a philosophy (a necessarily inconsistent way, a realistically self-contradictory philosophy) in accordance with them. To make a map of a mountain, to fix its position in space, we must look at it from every side, we must go all round it, climb all over it. It is the same with a man as with a mountain. A single observation does not suffice to fix his form and define his position in relation to the rest of the* world; he must be looked at from all sides. This is what I have tried to do with Pascal. There is little biography in this essay and no circum- ambient history. (To those who would see Pascal in relation to his own century I would recommend such works as Strowski’s Pascal et son Temps and Chevalier's Pascal,) I have sought to situate him in the eternal landscape of human psychology, to fix his position in relation to its unchanging features — to the body, the instincts, the passions and feelings, the speculative mind. Indeed, to any one who takes the trouble to read this study it will be sufficiently apparent that its subject is not really Pascal at ail, but this psychological landscape, Pascal is really only an excuse and a convenience. If I choose to write about him it is because he raises, either by implication in his life, or explicitly in his writings, practically all the major problems of philosophy and conduct. And raises them how masterfully i Never has the case against life been put with such subtlety, such elegance, such persuasive cogency, such admir- able succinctness. He explored the same country as I am now exploring; went, saw, and found it detestable. He said so, exhaustively — ^for his quick FAbCAL 189 eyes saw everything. All that, from his side, could be said, he said. His reports have accompanied me on my psychological travels ; they have been my Baedeker. I have compared his descriptions with the originals, his comments with my own reactions. In the margin of tiie guide-book I have pencilled a few reflections. This essay is made up of them. Pascal is only incidentally its subject. § 3- The "Riddle In the form in which men have posed it, the Riddle of the Universe requires a theological answer. Suffer- ing and enjoying, men want to know why they enjoy and to what end they suffer. They see good things and evil things, beautiful things and ugly, and they want to find a reason — a final and absolute reason — why these things should be as they are. It is ex- tremely significant, however, that it is only in regard to matters which touch them very closely that men look for theological reasons — and not only look, but find as well, and in what quantities 1 With regard to matters which do not touch them to the quick, matters which are, so to speak, at a certain psycho- logical distance from themselves, they are relatively incurious. They make no effort to find a theologic^ explanation for them; they see the absurdity, the hopelessness, of even looking for such an explanation. What, for example, is the final, the theological reason for grass being green and sunflowers yellow? One has only to put the question to perceive that it is quite unanswerable. We can talk about light- waves, vibrating electrons, chlorophyll molecules, and such like; but any explanation we may offer in terms of these entities will only be an explanation of how grass is green, not of why it is green. There 190 PASCAL is no ' why ’ — ^none, at any rate, that we can con- ceivably discover. Grass is green because that is how we see it; in other words, it's green because it is green. Now, there is no difference in kind between a green fact and a painful or beautiful fact, between a fact that is the colour of sunflowers and facts that are good or hellish : one class of facts is psychologically more remote than the other, that is all. Things are noble or agonizing because they are so. Any attempt to explain why they should be so is as inevit- ably predestined to failure as the attempt to explain why grass is green. In regard to greenness and other psychologically distant phenomena men have re- cognized the hopelessness of the task and no longer try to propound theological explanations. But they still continue to rack their brains over the riddles of the moral and aesthetic universes, they go on in- venting answers and even believing in them. § 4 . Answers to the Riddle Pascal was well acquainted with the psycho- logical reasons for the asking and answering of cosmic riddles. ' II est bon,' he says, ' d'etre lass 6 et fatigue par I'inutile recherche du vrai bien, afin de tendre les bras au Libdrateur.' Borrowing a phrase from the Psalmist, he returns in another passage to the same theme. ' The waters of Babylon flow and fall and sweep away. O holy Zion, where all is stable and where nothing falls 1 ' The words are Pascal's, but they express an ancient and almost universal yearning, the yearning that has given birth to all the Gods and Goods, all the Truths and Beauties, all the Justices, the Revelations, the Ones, the Rights of a bewildered and suffering humanity. For the Absolute has aU too human parents. Fatigue and perplexity. PASCAL 191 wretchedness and the sentiment of transience, the longing for certainty, the desire for moral justifica- tion — these are its ancestors. ' Change and decay,' writes the author of the most popular of English hymns, ' change and decay in all around I see ; O Thou who changest not, abide with me.' From the fact of change and decay the logic of desire deduces the existence of something changeless. Appearances are multiple and chaotic ; if only things were simpler, easier to understand ! The wish creates ; it is desirable that there should be noumena ; therefore noumena exist and the noumenal world is more truly real than the world of everyday life. Quod erat demonstrandum, A similar conjuring trick produces the One out of the deplorably puzzling Many, draws the Good and the Beautiful out of the seething hotch-potch of diverse human tastes and sensibilities and interests, deduces Justice from our actual inequalities, and absolute Truth from the necessary and unescapable relativities of daily life. It is by an exactly similar process that children invent imaginary playmates to amuse their solitudes and transform a dull, uninteresting piece of wood into a horse, a ship, a railway train — ^what you will. The difference between children and grown-ups is that children do not try to justify their compensatory imaginations intellectually; whereas grown-ups, or rather adolescents (for the vast majority of chrono- logical adults have never grown, if they have emerged from childhood at all, beyond adolescence), do make the attempt. The newly conscious and the newly rational have all the defects of the newly rich ; they make a vulgar parade of their possessions, they swaggeringly advertise their powers. They review all the biolo^cally useful beliefs, all the life-stimulating fancies of individual or racial childhood, and pre- 192 PASCAL tentiously ‘ explain * them in terms of newly-dis- covered rationalism. The gods and fairies are re- placed by abstract noumena. Zeus fades away into Justice, Power, Oneness; Athene becomes Wisdom ; Aphrodite degenerates into Intellectual Beauty. In recent times this replacement of the old deities by hypostasized abstractions has been called ' modernism/ and regarded, quaintly enough, as a spiritual advance, a liberation, a progress towards Truth. In reality, of course, the noumena invented by adolescent minds are, absolutely speaking, as false (or as true, there is no means of discovering which) as the mythological personages whose place they have usurped. As vital s3nnbols they are much less adequate. The childish fancies are inspired directly by life. The adolescent noumena are abstractions from Hfe, flights from diversity into disembodied oneness. The noumenal world is a most inadequate substitute for fairyland and Olympus. § 5. Pascal and Rationalism Pascal was an intellectual adult who deliberately forced himself to think like a Christian philosopher — that is to say, like an unstably-balanced compound of child and adolescent. Towards the complacencies of the full-blown adolescent he was ruthless. A critic so acute, so intellectually grown-up, could not be expected to swallow the pseudo-logical arguments of the rationalists. * Laugh at philosophy,' was his advice, ‘ and you are a true philosopher/ He himself mocked wittily. ' Feu M. Pascal,' wrote a con- temporary, ' appelait la philosophic cartdsienne le Roman de la Nature, semblable k Don Quichotte.' What a high and, to my mind, what an undeserved compliment to Descartes 1 Most of those curious PASCAL 193 romances which we call philosophical systems are more like Sidney's Arcadia or the Grand Cyrus than Don Quixote. How proud I should be, if I were a metaphysician, to be mentioned in the same breath with Cervantes ! But Descartes, if he had heard the sally, would certainly have been more pained by it than pleased. For Descartes was a rationalist ; he believed in the reality of his abstractions. In- venting fictions, he imagined that he was revealing the Truth. Pascal knew better. Pascal was a critic and a realist; Pascal was intellectually grown-up. ' Our soul,' he said, ' is thrown into the body, where it finds matter, time, dimension. Thereon it reasons and calls that nature and necessity, and cannot be- lieve in anything else.' And again : ' It is not in our capacity to know what God is, nor whether He exists.' We might be reading a discourse, mercifully abbrevi- ated, by Kant. It is unnecessary for me to rehearse the arguments by means of which Pascal demolished the pretensions of the rationalists to attain by human means to the knowledge of any absolute whatever. Montaigne's armoury was conveniently at hand; he sharpened and envenomed the P5rrrhonian weapons with which it was stored. Elegantly, artistically, but without mercy, the rationalists were slaughtered. Rather more than a hundred years later they were slaughtered again by Kant, and, after the passage of another century, yet once more, and this time with a Tamburlane-like ferocity and thoroughness, by Nietzsche. Pragmatists, humanists, philosophers of science continue the massacre. Hewn down, the rationalists sprout again like the Hydra's heads. The learned and the unlearned world is crammed with them. This survival of rationalism in the teeth of an unescapable destructive criticism is a tribute, if not to humanity's intelligence, at least to its love of life. 194 PASCAL For rationalism, in its rather ponderous and silly way, is an illusion with a biological value, a vital lie. ' When the truth of a thing is unknown,' said Pascal, two hundred years before Nietzsche, * it is good that there should be a common error to fix men's minds.' The only defect of rationalism as a vital lie is that it is insufficiently vital. Vital lie for vital lie, poly- theistic mythology is preferable to the rationalists' system of abstractions. The falsehood of rationalism is manifest to any one who is ready to examine its paralogisms with the eyes of unprejudiced and dis- passionate intelligence. If it stimulates life, it does so only feebly. Being in the most eminent degree intelligent, Pascal realized that there was no hope of attaining by rational means the absolutes for which he longed. A rational absolute is a contradiction in terms. The only absolute which a man of in- telligence can believe in is an irrational one. It was his realization of the stupidity of rationalism that confirmed Pascal in his Catholicism, § 6. Revelation * C'est en manquant de preuves,' he says of the Christians, " qu'ils ne manquent pas de sens.' The rationalists who are never in want of proofs thereby prove their own want of intelligence. Where abso- lutes are concerned, reason is unreasonable. ' 11 n'y a rien si conforme k la raison que ce desaveu de la raison.' Being reasonable, Pascal disavowed rational- ism and attached himself to revelation. The abso- lutes of revelation must be genuine absolutes, firm, eternal in the midst of life's indefinite flux, untainted with contingency. They must be genuine, because revelation is, by definition, non-human. But the definition of non-humanity is itself human; and PASCAL 195 the revelations are couched in human language, and are the work of individual human beings who lived all too humanly in space and time. We are fatally back again among the relativities. Nor will all the ingenious historical arguments contained in the later sections of the Pensees (arguments which Cardinal Ne%vman was later to develop with his usual subtlety) do anything to get us out of the relativities. Pascal tried to demonstrate the Historical Truth of the Christian revelation. But, alas I there is no such thing as Historical Truth — there are only more or less probable opinion.s about the past, opinions which change from generation to generation. History is a function, mathematically speaking, of the degree of ignorance and of the jxirsonal prejudices of historians. The history of an epoch which has left very few documents is at the mercy of archieological research ,* a happy discovery may necessitate its radical revision from one day to the next. In cases where circum- stances seem to have condemned us to a definitive and permanent ignorance, we might expect historical opinions to be at least as settled as the historians' lack of knowledge. But this occurs only when the events in question are indifferent. So long as past events continue to possess a certain actuality their history will vary from age to age, and the same documents will be reinterpreted, the same definitive ignorance will be made the basis of ever new opinions. Where documents are numerous and contradictory (and such is the fallibility of human testimony that numerous documents are always contradictory), each historian will select the evidence which fits in with his own prejudices, and ignore or disparage all the rest. The nearest approach to Historical Truth is the fixed opinion entertained by successive historians about past events in which they take no vital interest- 196 PASCAL Opinions about mediaeval land tenure are not likely to undergo serious fluctuations, for the good reason that the question of mediaeval land tenure possesses, and will doubtless continue to possess, a purely academic interest. Christianity, on the other hand, is not an academic question. The documents deal- ing with the origins of the religion are therefore certain to undergo a constant process of reinterpre- tation. Doubtful human testimonies (all human testimony is doubtful) have given birth to, and will continue, so long as Christianity preserves a more than academic interest, to justify, a variety of opinions in variously constituted, variously preju- diced minds. This is the reality out of which Pascal tried to extract that non-existent thing, the Historical Truth. § 7. Historical Grounds of Pascal* s Faith It may seem strange that Pascal should not have realized the uselessness of trying to find an absolute even in revealed religion. But if he failed to treat Catholicism as realistically as he treated other doc- trines, that was because he wanted to believe in its absolutes. He felt a need for absolutes, and this temperamental need was stronger than his intelli- gence. Of Pascal's temperament, of that strange soul of his, ' naturaliter Christiana,' but with such a special and rather dreadful kind of Christianity, I shall speak later. In this place I shall only mention the external circumstances which quickened his desire to believe in the Catholic absolutes. Those middle years of the seventeenth century, which were the historical scene of Pascal's brief existence, were years, for Europe, of more than ordinary restlessness PASCAL 197 and misery. Germany was being devastated by the most bloodthirsty of religious wars. In England the Parliament was fighting with the King. France was agitated by the pointless skirmishing of the Fronde. It was the Europe, in a word, of Callot's etchings. Along its roads marched companies of liungry and marauding pikemcn; its crows were busy on the carcases that dangled from the branches of every well-grown oak. There was raping and casual plunder- ing, shooting and hanging in plenty, with torture to relieve the monotony and breakings on the wheel as a Sunday treat. To Pascal, as he looked at the world about him, peace seemed the supremely desir- able thing, peace and order. The political situation was much the same as that which, m our own clays, made Mussolini the saviour of his country, justified Primo dc Rivera, and recruited so many adherents to the cause of the Action Fran^aisc. Our modern anarchy has made of the unbelieving Charles Maurras an enthusiastic upholder of Catholici.sm. Pascal was a Maurras who believed in Catholicism to the point of thinking it true as well as politically useful, of regarding it as being good for himself as well as for the lower classes. Pa-scal's remedy for the disorders of his time was simple ; passive obedience to the legally constituted authority — to the King in France, for example, to the Republic in Venice, For men to rebel against the masters Providence has given them is a sin; the worst of evils is civil war. It is the political wisdom of despair. To long, in the midst of anarchy, for peace and order at any price one need not be a Christian, PascaPs counsels of passive despair took their origin in political events, not in his Catholic convictions. But his Catholic convictions justified them. For man, being utterly corrupt, is incapable of bringing forth, without divine PASCAL 198 assistance, any good thing. It is therefore folly to rebel, tolly to wish to change existing institutions; for the new state of things, being the work of cor- rupted human nature, must infallibly be as bad as that which it replaces. The wise man is therefore he who accepts the existing order, not because it is just or makes men happy, but simply because it exists and because no other order would be any juster or succeed in making men any happier. History shows that there is a good deal of truth in Pascal's views. The hopes of revolutionaries have always been disappointed. But for any one who values life as life, this is no argument against attempt- ing revolutions. The faith in the efficacy of revolu- tions (hdwever ill-founded events may prove it to be) is a stimulus to present living, a spur to present action and thought. In the attempt to realize the illusory aims of revolution, men are induced to live more intensely in the present, to think, do, and suffer with a heightened energy; the result of this is that they create a new reality (very different, no doubt, from that which they had hoped to create, but that does not matter; the important fact is that it is new). The new reality imposes new hopes and faiths on those who live in the midst of it, and the new hopes and faiths stimulate men to intenser living and the creation of yet another new reality. And so on indefinitely. But this is an argument which would most certainly hhve failed to make Pascal a revolutionary. Pascal had no wish to have present Hving intensified. He detested present living. For present living is a tissue of concupiscences, and there- fore thoroughly anti-Christian. He would have liked to see present living abolished; therefore he had no patience with any doctrine, religious, philo- sophical, or social, calculated to enhance the vital process. The Christianity which he chose to practise and believe in was duly anti-vitaL § 8. Personal Grounds : the Ecstasy It is, I I'epcat, in Callot's etchings of the Horrors of War that the political reasons for PascaFs Catholi- cism are to be found, just as it is in the newspaper man’s snapshots of proletarian mobs ' demonstrat- ing ’ in the industrial towns and capitalist mobs drearily and expensively amusing themselves at Monte Carlo, that we must look for an explanation of the Catholicism of M. Maurras. But Pascal had other, more cogent, personal reasons for believing. The record of his sudden apocalyptic conversion— that famous ‘ Memorial ' which was found, after his death, sewn like a talisman in the lining of his clothes — is a document of the iiighest interest, not only for the light it throws on Pascal himself, but also for what it tells us of the mystical experience in general and of the way in which that experience is interpreted. I reproduce the text in its entirety : — I/an de ^T^LCo 1654. Lundy 23 novembro, jour de St. Clement, pape et inartir et autres au martirologe veille de St, Chrysogone martir, et autres Depuis environ dix iicures et cum meum et Deum vestram Ton Dieu sera mon Dieu Oubly du monde ct de tout, hormis Dieu, II ne sc trouve qua par Ics voyes enseignf^es dans Flivangile Grandeur de ram© humaine 200 PASCAL P6re juste, le monde ne t’a point conrni, mais je t'ay connu Joye, joye, joye, pleurs de joye Je m'en snis separ6 Dereliquerunt me fontem aquae vivae Mon Dieu, me qnitterez-vous ? Que je n"en sois pas separ6 6temellement Je m'en suis separ6; je Tay fui renonc6 crucifix Que je n’en sois jamais separ6 II ne se conserve que par les voyes enseignees dans TJ^vangile Renonciation totalle et douce. Soumission totale a J6sus Christ et mon directeur Etemellement en joye pour un jour d'exercice sur la terre. Non obUviscar sermones tuas. Amen. To any one who reads this ‘ Memorial ' with care it is at once obvious that its substance is not homo- geneous. It is, so to speak, stratified, built up of alternate layers of direct experience and intellectual interpretations after the fact. Even the date is a mixture of straightforward chronology and Christian hagiography. Monday, November the twenty-third, is also the eve of St. Chrysogonus's day. With the first word, ‘ feu,' we are in the midst of pure experi- ence. Fire — it is the mystical rapture in the raw, so to speak, and undigested. The next two lines are layers of interpretation. Meditating on that inward conflagration which bums in the * feu ' of the first line, Pascal comes to the conclusion that it has been lighted by ' the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, not of the philosophers and men of science.' There follows another stratum of pure experience. ' Certi- tude, certitude, feeling, |oy, peace ' ; the violence of rapture has been succeeded by ecstatic calm. The mind once more steps in and explains these experi- ences in terms of a hypothesis which Pascal has telegraphically summarized in the words ' Dicu de Jesus Christ.' With * Oubly du monde et de toute, hoimis Dieu ' we move away from the realm of interpretation 201 towards that of immediate psychological experience. Proceeding, we pass through several strata of doc- trinal Meditations, to reach in ‘ Joye, joye, joye, plcurs de joye ' yet another layer of pure experience. The next lines, from * Je m*en suis separc ' to ‘ Que je n'cn sois pias scparc eterneilcment/ are strata of mixed substance — records of direct or remembered experiences conditioned, as to mode and quality, by a theological hypothesis. For, it is obvious, emo- tional experience and intellectuai interpretation of that experience cannot be kept permanently separated in dternating strata. Crudely and schematically, what hap>pens is this : something is directly experi- enced; this experience is intellectually interpreted, generally in terms of some existing system of meta- physics or mythology; the myth, the philosophical system are regarded as true and become in their turn the source of new experiences and the channels through which the old emotions must pass. Pascal's ' Memorial ' illustrates the whole process. In what I may call its upper strata we have alternating layers of pure experience and pure interpretation — fire and tlie God of Abraham; Certitude, Joy, Peace, and the God of Jesus Christ. Later on he gives expression to what I may call secondary emotions — emotions aroused in him by his reflections on the after-the-fact interpretation of the primary mystical emotioiis. He feels the terror of being separated from the God he has called in to explain his original sensations of joy and peace. That the mystical experience need not necessarily be interpreted as Pascal interpreted it, is obvious. Substantially similar experiences have been explained in terms of Buddhism, Brahmanism, Mohammedan- ism, Taoism, Shamanism, Neo-Platonism, and count- less other religions and philosophies. They have also 202 PASCAL frequently been left uninterpreted. In the corre- spondence of William James, for example, there is an interesting letter describing what is obviously a full-blown ecstasy, for which, however, James does not presume to suggest any metaphysical explana- tion. Wisely; for the mystical experience is like all other primary psychological facts, susceptible of none but a tautological explanation. These things happen because they do happen, because that is what the human mind happens to be like. Between the various explanatory hypotheses in terms of the ' God of Abraham,' Nirvana, Allah, and the rest, there is nothing to choose ; in so far as each of them claims to be the unattainable Truth, and aU of them postulate a knowledge of the unknowable Absolute, they are all equally ill-founded. § 9. The Humanist and the Christian Pascal's metaphysic may be described as a kind of positivistic Pyrrhonism tempered, and indeed flatly denied, by dogmatic Christianity. His morality is similarly self-contradictory. For Pascal prescribes at the same time a more than Aristotelian modera- tion and a Christian excess. He rebukes men for pretentiously trying to be angels, and in the same breath rebukes them for being human. * L'homme est ni ange ni b^te, et le malheur veut que qui veut faire Tange fait la b6te.' Alas 1 the facts prove Pascal only too right. The would-be angels of this world ' font la b^te ' in every possible sense of the word : they become either beasts or silly — frequently both at once. The realistic wisdom of Pascal re- veals itself in a remark like the following : ' I am perfectly willing to take my place in it [the middle, human world between beast and angel], and refuse PASCAL 203 to be at the lower end, not because it is low, but because it is an end; for I should equally refuse to be placed at the upper extremity/ And again : ' To step out of the micldlc way is to step out of humanity. The greatness of the human soul consists in knowing how to hold to the middle way/ Pascal lets fall many other aphorisms of the same kind. ' It is not good to be too free. It is not good to have aU the necessities of life/ ' Les grands efforts de /esprit, oii Tame touche quelquefois, sent choses oh elle ne se tient pas ; ellc y saute quelquefois.' ' How much a man's virtue is capable of must be measured, not by his efforts, but by his ordinary behaviour.' And so on. But this humanistic wisdom was, in Pascal, only occasional and theoretical. He himself did not prac- tise what he preached. What he practised is admir- ingly recorded in his sister's biography. * Always and in all things he used to act on principles. . . . It was not possible for him to abstain from using his senses; but when necessity obliged him to give them some pleasure he had a wonderful capacity for averting his spirit $0 that it should take no part in the pleasure. At meals we never heard him praise the viands that were served him. . . . And when anybody . . . admired the excellence of some dish, he could not abide it ; for he called that being sensual " . , . because, said he, it was a sign that one ate to please one's taste, a thing that was always wrong. ... In the early days of his retreat he had calculated the amount of food required for the needs of his stomach, and from that time forward, what- ever might be his appetite, he never passed that measure; and whatever disgust he might feel, he made a point of eating the quantity he had fixed.' His stomach was not the only part of him that 204 PASCAL Pascal mortified. ' The spirit of mortification, which is the very spirit of charity/ inspired him to have a spiked iron belt made for himself. This belt he would put on whenever a visitor came to see him, and when he found himself taking pleasure in the conversation, or feeling in the least vain of his powers as a spiritual guide, ‘ II se donnait des coups de coude pour redoubler la violence des piqures, et se faire ensuite ressouvenir de son devoir.' Later, when his illness made it impossible for him to concentrate on his studies, he wore the belt continually, that the pricking of it might excite liis mind to continual fervour. In the intervals of these ascetic practices Pascal wrote on the necessity of keeping to the middle road, of remaining human. But this was all abstraction and theory. Christianity would not peimit him to behave hellenically, just as it would not permit him to think like a Pyrrhonist. Pascal, the philosopher, looked at the world and concluded that * qui veut faire Tange fait la bete.' But revealed religion in- sisted that he should try to be an angel of self-denial, of conscious and consistent other-worldliness. He made the effort and became — ^what? Perhaps an angel in some other world ; who knows ? The phil- osopher can only answer for this ; and in this world the would-be angel duly and punctually * faisait la b6te/ That he had a horror of every form of sensu- ality goes without saying. He hated all lovers and their desires. He hated the beauty that inspired these impure longings. * If I happened to say, for example, that I had seen a handsome woman,' writes Mme. Perier, ' he would reprimand me, saying that such a remark should never be made in the presence of servants and young people, as I did not know what thoughts it might excite in them/ Of marriage PASCAL 205 he said, in a letter to his sister, that it was 'imc esp^ce d'homicide et comme un deicide/ For thos^. who marry become exclusively interested in the creature, not the creator; the man who loves a woman kills God in his own mind and, by killing God, in the end kills himself — eternally. PTe mistrusted even maternal love, ' Je n'oserais dire/ writes Mme. Perier, ' qull ne pouvait meme souffrir les caresses que je recevais de mes enfants; il pretendait que cela ne pouvait que leur ’nuire, qi/on lour pouvait temoigner de la tendresse en millc aulres ntaniercs.' Towards the end of his life this man of principles would not even permit him- self the pleasure of being attached to his friends and relations, nor of being loved by them in return. ' It was one of the fundamental maxims of his piety never to allow any one to love liim with attach- ment; and he gave it to be understood that this was a fault in regard to which men did not examine themselves with sufficient care, a fault that had serious conse(|ucnces, and the more to be feared in that it often seemed to us devoid of all danger/ flow dangerous Pascal himself considered it, may be judged from these words from a little memorandum which he carried about with him, and which ]ivas found on his person after his death : ‘ That people should attach themselves to me is not just, ... I should be deceiving those in whom I inspired the wish to do so; for I am no man's goal and have nothing wherewith to satisfy them, . , . If I make people love me, if I attract them to myself, I am guilty; for tlieir lives and all their cares should be devoted to attaching themselves to God or to seeking him/ 2o6 PASCAL § 10. The Sick Ascetic Principles, the desire to be angeKcally consistent, caused him to ' faire la b^te ' outside the sphere of personal behaviour and human relations as well as within. Art, for example, he disliked because it was different from morality, and it was to morality that he had given his exclusive allegiance. In art, he says, ' la regie est [he means ' doit §tre '] Thon- n^tete. Poete et non honnete homme.' How he hated the poets for having other rules than those of virtue and for behaving like men rather than like good men ! He felt ail the Puritan’s disapproval of the theatre because it made people think about love, and because it gave them pleasure. Anything that gave pleasure was odious to this great hater. That section of the Pensees which deals with worldly distractions is perhaps the most vigorous of the whole book ; hatred improved his style. He loathed his fellows for being able to amuse themselves. He would have liked all men to be as he himself was — racked with incessant pain, sleepless, exhausted by illness. ' Sickness,’ he af&rmed, ' is the Christian’s natural state; for in sickness a man is as he ought always to be — in a state, that is to say, of suffering, of pain, of privation from all the pleasures of the senses, exempt from all passions.’ Such was the opinion of Pascal, the Christian dogmatist; Pascal, the philosopher, looked at the matter rather differ- ently. ' We have another principle of error in our illnesses. They spoil our judgment and sense.’ The Christian’s natural state is therefore, philosophically, a state of chronic error. The sick man has no right to pass judgment on the activities of health. A man who has no ear is not the best critic of Mozart’s quartets ; and similarly a moralist ’ deprived of all PASCAL 207 the pleasures of the senses, exempt from all passions/ is not the person best qualified to speak ot ' temp- tations ’ and man's ' lower nature/ Only the musical can understand the significance of music, and only the sensual and the passionate can understand the significance of the senses and the passions. The sick ascetic can understand nothing of these things, for the simple reason that he cannot, or deliberately does not, experience the emotions or perform the acts which he sets out to criticize. He makes a virtue of necessity and calls his debility by sacred names. ‘ Those who restrain Desire,' says Blake, ‘ do so because tlieirs is weak enough to be restrained.' Pascal's sick body was naturaliter Chn&tianum, * line douleur de tete comme insupportable, une chalcur d'entrailles et beaucoup d'autres maux,' would have made it extremely hard for him to be a pagan. Nietzsche would have been tempted by the very (lifficulty of the undertaking to try; for Nietzsche held that a sick man had no right to be an ascetic— it was too easy. Not so Pascal; he accepted lus sickne.ss, and even persuaded himself that he was grateful for the headache and the heat in the entrails. And not only did he accept sickness for himself; he even tried to impose it on other people. He demanded that every one should think and feel about the world at large as he did; he wanted to impose headaches, sleeplessness, and dys- pepsia, with their accompanying psychological state.^, on all. Those of its, however, who are blessedly free from these diseases will refuse to accept Pascal's neuralgia-metaphysic, just as we refuse to accept the asthma-philosophy of a more recent invalid of genius, Marcel Proust. 20S PASCAL II § II. Nature of the Normal Universe The second section of this essay shall begin where the first ended — with asthma and neuralgia, with heat in the entrails and insupportable pains in the head. Pascal, as we have seen, pronounced himself as contradictorily about sickness as about most other subjects. What he describes as one of the great sources of error is also the Christian's natural state. If he had been asked to reconcile the two pronounce- ments he would doubtless have replied that what seems error to the normal man, to a member of the * omnitude,' is not necessarily error in the eyes of God — may, in fact, be the truth. For after all, what is our currently accepted 'reality'? What is ‘ the normal ' ? What is ' common sense ' ? What are the ' laws of thought ' and the ' boundaries of the knowable ' ? They are merely more or less long-established conventions. Our normal common-sense universe is the product of a particular habit of perception — perhaps a bad habit, who knows? A slight change in the nature of our sense organs would make it unrecognisably unlike its present self. Henri Poincar^ has described some of the worlds which such changes in our struc- ture would automatically call into existence. Ex- tremely interesting in this context are certain recent studies of the universes inhabited by the lower animals. The world, for example, in which a sea- urchin has its being is a world, for us, of water, rocks, sand, weeds, and marine animals. For the urchin, however, not one of these things even exists. The universe perceived (which is the same thing as saying ‘ created ') by its organs of toiich is utterly PASCAL 2og unlike that in which we humans arbitrarily locate it. By modifying the apparatus with which we perceive (and the apparatus with which we perceive is the apparatus with which we create), sickness modifies the universe. For one man to impose his particular universe on another is almost as uniustifiable as it is for a man to impose a human universe on a sea-urchin. In the course of the la.st century or two a consider- able number of what once were necessities of thought and immutable laws of nature have been shown to be systems arbitrarily fabricated by human beings to serve particular human ends. Thus, God is no longer bound, as he once was, to obey the decrees promulgated by Euclid in 300 B.c. He can now take his choice among a v^ariety of geometries. Geo- metries and laws of nature are among the latest products of the human spirit; they have not had time to take root. Such slightly formed habits are relatively easy to break. But there are habits of perception and thought incomparably more ancient, and so deeply ingrained that it seems hardly possible for us to interpret experience except in the terms of them. Tims, the habit of living in space and time is one which was evidently formed by our remotest ancestors. And yet men are now able, if not to live, at least to think in terms of a four- dimensional continuum; and when they deal with the sul>-atomic world of electrons and protons, they must get rid of temporal and spatial notifns alto- gether. The universe of the infinitely little is radic- ally unlike the macroscopic universe which we inhabit. Modern physical theory shows that Pascal was qxiite right to insist on its strangeness. In the case of time it seems possible for us to live in a universe where the ordi|iary temporal relations do not hold. 210 PASCAL There is tolerably good evidence to show that the future is in certain circumstances foreseeable (especi- ally in dreams, if we can believe Mr. Dunne, the author of that very interesting book. An Experiment with Time). It is quite conceivable that a technique of prevision may in time be perfected, and that the prophetic powers at present, it is to be presumed, latent in the vast majority of individuals will be actualized. In which case our normal universe would be changed out of aU recognition. § 12. The Sick Man's Universe : its Justification Sickness modifies our perceiving apparatus, and so modifies the universe in which we live. Which is more real, which is nearer to the thing in itself per- ceived by God — the healthy man's universe or the sick man's? It is clearly impossible to answer with certainty. The healthy man has the majority on his side. But vox populi is not vox Dei. For practical, social purposes the normal universe is certainly the most convenient we can inhabit; but convenience is not a measure of Truth- The healthy man labours under the grave disadvantage of not being disinter- ested. The world for him is a place to get on in, a place where the fittest to survive survive. Will he, nill he, he sees the utilitarian aspects of things. Sick- ness transports a man from the battlefield where the struggle for existence is being waged, into a region of biological detachment; he sees something other than the merely useful. Dostoievsky's Idiot, Prince Mishkin, was an epileptic. Each of his fits was preceded by an apocal 5 q?tic mystical experience. Thinkers of the Max Nordau school would ' explain ' the experience in terms of the epilepsy — ^would explain it away, in fact. But the revelation is not PASCAL 2TI the less credible for being accompanied by the fit; it is, on the contrary, more credible. For the fit detaches the mind from utilitarian reality and per- mits it to perceive, or create for itself, another reality, less superficial and tendencious than the normal utilitarian one of every day. (To be able to see things in the same disinterested way, with the eyes of a child, a god, a noble savage, is the mark and privilege of the artist. The artist is a man who has revelations without having to pay for them with epileptic fits.) The Nordauites, who see everything sub specie Podsnapitatis, cannot forgive Mishkin, or for that matter, Shakespeare, Blake, Beethoven, for seeing them sub specie Aeternitatis, They refuse to admit the validity of Mishkin's experience. They might as well refuse to admit the validity of their own sense impressions. F'or the mystic or the artist his revelation is a psychological fact, like colour or sound. It is given : there is no getting away from it. Men of talent may be described as a special class of chronic invalids. The one-and-a-half wit is as abnormal as the half-wit, and may as justifiably, since sanity is only a question of statistics, be called mad. There is a class of all-too-normal people who take a peculiar pleasure in asserting that all great men have been diseased and lunatic ; it is their way of venting a natural but not very engaging envy, of avenging themselves on their superiors for being so manifestly superior. But even if it could be proved that these people were right and that all men of genius were neurotic, or syphilitic, or tuberculous, it would make not the slightest difference ; Shakespeare may have been the sort of man that a good eugenist would castrate at sight, but that does not prevent him from being tl» author of Antony and Cleopatra 212 PASCAL and Macbeth. The canaille hates its betters for not being like itself. Its yapping can be ignored. All that its arguments amount to is simply this : that the men of talent are different from the Podsnapian canaille and have free access to universes which heredity and habit have closed to the common run of humanity. Illness may facilitate their entry into these non-Podsnapian universes of disinterested con- templation, If it does, then illness is a good. And in any case the acts and works of genius remain what they are, whatever the state of health of their authors. The medical denunciations of tiie all-too- normal are entirely irrelevant, and would be merely comic if the denouncers were not rendered dangerous by their numbers and influence. It is alarming, for example, to discover that the Eugenists are working to make the world safe for Podsnappery. According to Major Leonard Darwin, the fittest to survive are those who can earn most money. The deserving rich must be encouraged to propagate their kind; the poor, whatever the cause of their poverty, whether it be illness, eccentricity, too much or too little intelligence, must be discouraged and if necessary sterilized. If Major Darwin gets his way, the world in a few generations will be peopled exclusively by Podsnaps and Babbitts. A consummation, it is obvious, devoutly to be hoped. Pascal justified his asceticism on theological grounds. Christianity commands us to mortify the flesh and to be without concupiscence for the things of the world. Christianity is divinely inspired. Not to be ascetic is therefore an act of blasphemous rebellion. But asceticism can be justified without invoking the aid of a revelation which no amount of historical evidence can possibly guarantee. It can be justified on purely psychological grounds. Ascetic PASCAL 213 practices are methods for artificially inducing a kind of mental and physical abnormality or sickness. This sickness modifies the ascetic's perceiving appar- atus, and his universe is consequently changed. Certain of his states are so strange that he feels, if he is religious, that he is in direct communication with the deity. (Which, of course, he may be. Or may not. We arc not in a position to affirm or deny.) Anyhow, such states are felt by the ascetic to be of the highest value. This is a direct intuition, about which there can be no argument. If the ascetic feels that such states, along with the universe corresponding to them, are valuable, then he is obviously ju.stified in continuing the practices which tend to induce them. § 13. Pascal and Death With Pascal, as with all other mystics, ecstasy was only a very occasional state. So far as we know, indeed, he had only one experience of its joys. Only once was he touched with the divine fires. His daily, his chronic revelation was of darkness, and the source of that revelation was not the God of Life ; it w^as Death. After a moonless night the dawn is a kind of de- cadence. Darkness is limitless and empty; liglit comes, filling the void, peopling infinity with small irrelcvancics, setting bounds to the indefinite. The deepest, the most utter darkness is death's; in the dark idea of death we come as near to a realization of infinity as it is possible for finite beings to come. Pascal early made the acquaintance of death. Tlirough all the latjsr years of his brief existence he lived sur- rounded by the bottomless obscurities of death. Those metaphysical gulfs which were said to have 214 PASCAI. accompanied him wherever he went were openings into the pit of death. All his meditations on the infinities of littleness and greatness, on the infinite distance between body and mind and the infinitely more infinite distance between mind and charity, were inspired by death, were rationalizations of his sense of death. Death even prompted some of his mathematical speculations ; for if it is true, in PascaFs words, that * m^me les propositions g^omdtriques deviennent sentiments,' the converse is no less cer- tain. Sentiments are rationalized as geometrical propositions. When Pascal speculated on the mathe- matical infinite, he was speculating on that un- plumbed darkness with which death had surrounded him. Pascal's thoughts become intelligible only on condition that we look at them against this back- ground of darkness. A man who has realized infinity, not intellectually, but with his whole being, realized it in the intimate and terrifying realization of death, inhabits a different universe from that which is the home of the man to whom death and infinity are only names. Ill § 14. The God of Life But there is a revelation of life as well as a revela- tion of death; to Pascal that revelation was never vouchsafed. It seemed to him incredible that men should busy themselves with their petty affairs, their trivial pleasures, instead of with the huge and fright- ful problems of eternity. Himself hemmed in by the darkness of death, he was astonished that other people contrived to think of anything else. This FASCAJL 215 disregard of death and infinity seemed to him so strange, that he was forced to regard it as super- natural. * C'est un appesantissement de la main de Dieu,' was his conclusion. And he was right. God does lay his hand on those who can forget the darkness and death and infinity — but lays it upon them not in anger, not as a punishment, as Pascal imagined, but encouragingly, helpfully. For the God who forbids men to think incessantly of the in- finite darkness is a God of Life, not of Death, a God of diversity, not of frozen unity. I^ascal hates the world because it has ' Ic pouvoir de ne pas songer k ce qu'il ne veut pas songer.' But the God of Life demands that men shall live; and in order that they may live, they must have desire; and in order that they may have desire, they must live in a world of desirable things. But ' le fmi s'an^antit en pres- ence de rinfmi, et devient un pur ndant.' There- fore finite things must not be kept in contact with the infinite, because if they were they would lose their desirability and men would cease to desire them and so would cease to live. (Pascal's infinite, it should be noticed, is something external to the finite world. The spirit that sees infinity in a grain of sand and eternity in a flower is a life-worshipping spirit, not one enamoured of death.) Not to desire, not to live, would be a blasphemy and a rebellion against the God of Life. So the God of Life lays his hand upon men and gives them power not to think the thoughts they do not wish to have; he bestows the grace of life upon them that they may spend their little time on earth, not in trying to discover whether their eternal death-sentence has been passed, ' mais k jouer au piquet.' * It is supernatural/ cries Pascal; and we can agree with him. The God of Life is a powerful God; Pascal knew it, and used 2I6 PASCAL all the arts of logic and persuasion to convert men from his worship to that of Death, But in vain. Men still refuse to spend their lives thinking of death, still refuse to contemplate that dark in&iite whose enormousness reduces to nothingness all the objects of their finite desires; they prefer to think of ‘ dancing, of playing the lute, of singing, of making verses.' Even when their only son has died, they hunt the boar or play fives, or try to make them- selves king. Why? Because life is diverse, because they are not always the same. They think of death when death is near, and of the boar when the boar is near. ' S'il ne s'abaisse pas a cela/ concludes Pascal, the philosopher, ' et veuille toujours etre tendu, il n'en sera que plus sot, parce qu’il voudra s'^lever au-dessus de rhumanit6 et il n'est qu'un homme.' In spite of which he demanded that men should raise themselves above humanity — or lower themselves beneath it — by becoming consistently Christians. He wanted them to deny their manifold being; he demanded that they should impose upon themselves a unity — ^his unity. § 15. Unity and Diversity Now, it is obvious that men must organize their diversity into some kind of singleness. We cannot think successfully of the outside world unless we have some kind of unifying hypothesis as to its nature. (Would it, indeed, be possible to think of the external world as being one as well as diverse, if we had not previously conceived our own inward unity? I doubt it.) If we were without such a unifying hypothesis, if we never constrained our- selves to act the particular part which we have decided is peculiarly ours, social life and purposive PASCAL 217 action would be impossible. To-day's self would be unable to make any engagement for to-morrow's. As it is, when Tuesday's ego turns out to be different from Monday's, we make an effort to recapture the spirit of the earlier self, we loyally do our best (I speak at least for the conscientious, of whom un- happily I am one) to carry out the programme of thought or action elaborated on Monday, however repugnant it may seem to the Tuesday personage who has to do the carrying out. The task of unifica- tion is made easier by the fact that some sort of persistent identity does really underlie the diversities of personality. A collection of habits (among which, if we are good idealists, we must number the body), and a number of hereditary tendencies to form habits, persist as a gradually changing background to the cliversities of personality. The colony of our souls is rooted in the stem of a single life. By a pro- cess of what Jules de Gaultier has called ‘ Bovarysm ' (Mme. Bovary, it will be remembered, was a lady who imagined herself other than what she really was) we impose upon ourselves a more or less ficti- tious personality and do our best consistently to act the imaginary part, whatever may be the real state of our psychology. The reality is often stronger than the imagination; in spite of all our earnest efforts to bovaryze ourselves into imaginary unity, human life constantly reveals itself as diverse and discontinuous, Pascal demands that all men shall imagine them.sclves to be ascetic despisers of the world; they must bovaryze their diversity into a conscious and consistent worship of death. The methods by means of which this bovaryzation is to be accomplished are the methods perfected through long ages of experience by the Catholic church. The external man, the machine, in Pascal's phrase. 2i8 PASCAL must perform the gestures of worship and renuncia- tion, imtil a habit is formed, and the bovaric person- age of the other-worldly hater of life is firmly estab- lished as an actualized imagination in the mind. But not every man agrees with Pascal in finding life detestable. For those who love it his world- view and his way of life are a blasphemy and an ingratitude; let them therefore be anathema. What are the alternatives to Pascal's scheme? To aban- don ourselves completely to our natural diversity? Social existence and purposive individual activity would be rendered impossible by such an abandon- ment. Besides, we have a body, we have habits and memories that persist ; we are conscious of being enduringly alive. Absolute diversity would be as difficult of achievement as absolute unity. The problem is obviously to discover just how much unifying requires to be done, and to see that it is done in the interests of life. A life- worshipping personage must be set up in opposition to the Pascalian worshipper of death, and the diversities of person- ality must be unified, so far as it is necessary to unify them, by being bovaryzed into a resemblance to this mythical personage. § i6. The Life-Worshipper as Philosopher What are the principal features of the life-wor- shipper? I shall answer tentatively and only for my private personage. In these matters, it is obvious, no man has a right to speak for any one except him- self and those who happen to resemble him. My objection to Pascal is not that he worships death. Every man has as good a right to his own particular world-view as to his own particular kidneys. Inci- PASCAL 219 dentally tliere is often, if we may judge from the case of Carlyle, of Pascal himself, and how many others, a very intimate connection between a man's viscera and his philosophy. To argue against Carlyle's ' fire-eyed despair ' is futile, because it is to argue against Carlyle's digestion. I admit Carlyle's despair and Pascal's worslnp of death, just as I admit the shape of their noses and their tastes in art. What I object to is their claim to dictate lo the world at large. I refuse to have death-worship imposed on me against my will. And conversely I have no desire to impose my particular brand of life-worship on any one else. In philosophical dis- cussions the Sinaitic manner is ridiculous — as ridicul- ous as it would be in gastronomical discussions. It is not in terms of ' thus saith the Lord ' that we talk, for example, of lobsters. Not now, at any rate; for it is worth remembering that Jehovah forbade the Chosen People to eat them — ^presumably because they divide the hoof but do not chew the cud. We admit that every man has a right in these matters to Jus own tastes. "I like lobsters; you don't. And there's an end of it.' Such is the argu- ment of gastronomers. In time, perhaps, philosophers will learn to treat one another with the same polite- ness and forbearance. True, I myself was impolite enough just now to anathematize Pascal's philo- sophy; but that was simply because he tried to force liis opinions upon me. I can be civil to the lovers of semoHna pudding so long as they do not want to make me share their peculiar tastes. But if they tried to force semolina down my throat, I should become extremely rude. Briefly, then, these are my notions of the life- worshipper into whose likeness I myself should be prepared to bovaryze the diversities of my person- II t220 PASCAL ality. His fundamental assumption is that life on this planet is valuable in itself, without any refer- ence to hypothetical higher worlds, eternities, future existences. ' Is it not better, then, to be alone and love Earth only for its earthly sake ? ' It is, par- ticularly if you have Blake's gift for seeing eternity in a dower and for * making the whole creation appear infinite and holy ... by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.' The life-worshipper's next as- sumption is that the end of life, if we leave out of account for the moment all the innumerable ends attributed to it by living individuals, is more life, that the purpose of living is to live. God, for the life-worshipper, is of course life, and manifests him- self in all vital processes, even those which, from our point of view, are most repulsive and evil. For the life-worshipper perceives, with Kant, that if man had no anti-social tendencies ' an Arcadian life would arise, of perfect harmony and mutual love, such as must suffocate and stifle all talents in their very germs ' ; and with Lotze that ' our virtue and happi- ness can only flourish amid an active conflict with wrong.' Following the Hindus, be realizes that per- fection is necessarily Nirvana, and that the triumph of good would mean the total annihilation of exist- ence. A homogeneously perfect life is a contra- diction in terms. Without contrast and diversity life is inconceivable. Therefore he believes in having as much contrast and diversity as he can get; for not being a death-worshipper, like the Hindus, he will have nothing to do with a perfection that is annihilation ; and not being illogical, like the Chris- tians, he cannot believe in a perfection that is not a Nirvana of non-existence. It is in Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell that he finds the best statement of his own Jife-worshipper's metaphysic. PASCAL 221 Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion* Reason and Energy, Love and Hate are neces- sary to Man's Existence. Man has no Body distinct from hi.s Soul ; for that call'd body is a portion of the Soul discern'd by the Senses, the chief inlets of spirit in this age. Energy is the only life and is from the body. , . . Energy is Eternal Delight. God alone Acts or is in existing beings or Men, § 17. The Life-Worshipf>er as Moralist Blake is also the life-worshipper's favourite moralist. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair. But Dc.sire gratified idants fruits of life and beauty there. Blake's value as a moralist would be higher if he had taken the trouble to explain how his admirable precepts could be carried out in practice within the bounds of a highly-organized society. The life- worshipper completes Blake's teaching by showing how this may be done. He suggests a compromise which will enable the conscientious citizen of a modern industrialized state to be also a complete man, a creature witli desires, passions, instincts, a body as well as a mind and a conscious will. This compromise is based on the recognition and deliberate organization of man's natural diversity. The life- worshipper is not, like Pascal, a man of principle ; he is a man of many principles, living discontinuously. He does not select one single being from his colony of souls, call it his ' true self/ and try to murder all the other selves. Each self, he perceives, has as good a right to exist as all the others. Each one, so long as it is " there ' in possession of his consciousness, is his true self* To those who would object, in the name of the sense of 222 PASCAL. values, to such a conclusion we can reply with a statement of the observable facts. The sense of values is something which persists, is an attribute of the single life in which the personal diversities are rooted. But the values of which we have a sense vary with our varying personality; what is good in the eyes of one self is bad in the eyes of another self. That which is given is the tendency to evaluate ; the fixed standard of values is something which we arbi- trarily impose on ourselves. We take the values of one out of our many personalities and call them absolute, and the values of our other personalities being different are therefore wrong. The life-wor- shipper cannot accept a philosophy and an ethic which are not in accord with the facts of experience. For him each self has the right to exist, the right to its own values. True, he does his best as a matter of practical politics to arrange that the appropriate self shall be there at the appropriate time. The murder of some importunate and momentarily unsuitable soul may sometimes be necessary; but he will not be a party to PascaLs daily slaughter of innocent selves, his chronic and continuous psychological pogroms. The life-worshipper's aim is to achieve a vital equili- brium, not by drawing in his diversities, not by moderating his exuberances (for Exuberance, in the words of Blake, is Beauty), but by giving them rein one against the other. His is the equilibrium of balanced excesses, the safest perhaps of all (is it not between the far-projecting extremities of a long pole that the tight-rope walker treads his spidery bridge ?). Aristotle was also a preacher of moderation. Con- tradicting himself (it speaks well for Aristotle that he could contradict himself), he also extolled the delights of intellectual excess. But it is by his doctrine of the golden mean that he is best known as a moralist. PASCAL 225 As a later philosopher remarked of him, he was ' moderate to excess/ The life-worshipper's modera- tion is excessive in quite a different way. For the Aristotelian adorers of tlie mean (how aptly named in our ambiguous language I) the last word in human wisdom is to do everything by halves, to live in a perpetual state of compromise. Not for the life- worshipper ; for the life-worshipper knows that nothing of any significance has ever been achieved by a man of moderation and compromise. Aristotle has influenced tlu^ world because he was excessively an intellectual, not because he preached and practised the Hellenic equivalent of gentlcmanlincss. The con- genitally mediorxe adorers of the mean exist to give stability to a world which might be easily upset by the violent antics of tlie excessive. Filled with divine madness, the excessive lay furiously about them; the great Leviathan of mediocre humanity presents its vast, its almost immovaidy ponderous bottom; there is a dull and suety thudding ; tlic boot rebounds. Sometimes, when the kicks have been more than usually violent and well directed, the monster stirs a little. These are the changes which it has been fashionable, for the last hundred years or so, to describe as progress, § 18, Balanced Excess The world has been moved, I repeat, only by those who have lived excessively. But this excc.ssive life has been too often, from the point of view of the individual human being, a maimed, imperfect life. Living excc.ssively only in one direction, the world- mover has been reduced from the rank of a complete human being to that of an incarnate function. How sterile, how terrifyingly inadequate as human existences, were the lives, for example, of Newton and Napoleon i 224 PASCAL Such men go through life without ever actualizing the greater number of their human potentialities; they keep all but one, or a very few, of their possible selves permanently smothered. It may be that such sacrifices are necessary and praiseworthy ; it may be that the Genius of the Species demands psychological holocausts from those whom it has chosen to serve its ends. I do not pretend to be in the Genius's confidence. All I know is that a man has a perfect right to murder such of his personalities as he does not like or feel the need of — as good a right as he has, shall we say, to cut off his toes. He has no right, how- ever, to impose his tastes on others, no right to go about saying, like Aunt Jobiska, * that Pebbles are happier without their toes.' They aren't. He has no right to be a liar or a tyrannical enforcer of liis own opinions. Conversely, those who want to live com- pletely, realizing the potentialities of the whole man, have every right to do so without risk of physical or moral bullying from the specialists in one particular excess. The aim of the life-worshipper is to combine the advantages of balanced moderation and excess. The moderate Aristotelian partially realizes all his poten- tialities; the man of excess fully realizes part of his potentialities; the life-worshipper aims at fully realizing all — at living, fully and excessively living, with every one of his colony of souls. He aspires to balance excess of self-consciousness and intelligence by an excess of intuition, of instinctive and visceral living; to remedy the ili effects of too much con- templation by those of too much action, too much solitude by too much sociability, too much enjoyment by too much asceticism. He will be by turns ex- cessively passionate and excessively chaste. (For chastity, after all, is the proper, the natural comple- PASCAL 225 ment of passion. After satisfaction, desire reposes in a cool and lucid sleep. Chastity enforced against desire is unquiet and life-destroying. No less life- destroying are the fulfilments of desires wliich imagina- tion has artificially stimulated in the teeth of natural indifference. The life-worshipper practises those excesses of abstinence and fulfilment which chance and his unrestrained, unstirnulated desire impose upon him.) He will be at times a positivist and at times a mystic ; derisively sceptical and full of faith. He will live light-hearted or earnest and, when the sick Pascalian mood is tqxin him, correct his frivolities and ambitions wiilx the thought of death. In a word, he will accept each of his selves, as it appears in his consciousness, as his momentarily true self. Each and all he will accept — even the bad, even the mean and suffering, even the death-worshipping and naturally Christian souls. He will accept, iie will live the life of each, excessively. The saints in the life-worshipper's calendar are mostly artists. His ideal of completeness, of modera- tion in terms of balanced excess, is realized by such men as Burns (about whom the respectable and the academic continue to write in the most nauseating tone of condescension and Pecksnifiian forgiveness), as Mozart, as Blake, as Rubens, as Shakes|>eare, as Tolstoy before be deliberately perverted himself to death-worshipping consistency, as the adorable Chaucer, as Rabelais, as Montaigne. I need not lengthen the list* It contains the names of most of the few human beings for whom it is possible to feel admiration and respect. Those who are not in it are specialists in one exclusive excess. One can admire and respect a Newton, even a Napoleon. But one cannot propose them as models for those who would live well and with ail their being. 2E26 PASCAL There have been whole epochs during which the life-worshipper has been, the representative man. Our own Renaissance, for example. Looking back, the modern historian finds himself utterly bewildered. Those brilliant and enigmatic personages who move across the Elizabethan scene — ^Essex, Marlowe, Donne, Elizabeth herself, Shakespeare, Raleigh, and how many others — they seem to him inexplicable beings. How is it possible for men to be at once so subtly refined and so brutal, so sensual and yet so spiritual, such men of action and so much enamoured of contemplation, so religious and so cynical? The modern historian, who is generally a professor, disapprovingly fails to understand. Pledged to a respectable consistency of professional thought and conduct, he is frightened by the spectacle of human beings who dared to be free, to realize all their natural diversity, to be wholly alive. Balanced between their inordinate excesses, they danced along the knife-edge of existence- We watch them enviously. To the moralist the life-worshipper's doctrines may seem subversively dangerous; and, in effect, the * Do what thou wilt ' of Thelema was addressed only to ' men that are free, well-born, well-bred, and con- versant in honest companies.' For the others, restraints from without in the shape of policemen, from within in the shape of superstitions, will always he necessary. The best life-worshippers are probably those who have been strictly educated in Christian or bourgeois morality, in the philosophy of common- sense tempered by religion, and have afterwards revolted against their upbringing- Their balancing- pole is weighted at opposite ends with the good social habits of their education and the anti-social habits of their revolt. For the well-born young aspirant to a cell in Gargantua's abbey I would recommend the I>ASCAL S527 most conventional of gentlemanly and Anglican public-school educations, followed, at the university, by an intensive course of theoretical Pyrrhonism and the practice of all Blake's most subversive precepts. The loss of his religious, intellectual, and moral faiths might lead him perhaps to neurasthenia or suicide; so much the worse for him. But if he were tough enough to survive, he could be confidently left to do what he liked. His public-school traditions would bring him honourably and sensibly through the affairs of social life, while his course of Pyrrhonism would have taught him to disregard the restraints imposed by these traditions on his activities as an individual, or colony of individuals. § 19. Unbalanced Excess To those who object that it is impossible to obey Gargantua's commandment without behaving like a pig, ' Speak for yourselves/ is all that one can reply. If one is well-born and well-bred one does not behave like a pig ; one behaves like a human being. In the case, moreover, of a sincere life-worshipper, his religion is a guarantee against swinishness. For swin- ishness is not a manifestation of life, but a blasphemy against it. Thus, swinish gluttony and swinish drunkenness are devices for lowering vitality, not enliancing it. Swinish promiscuity is not an ex- pression of that spontaneous desire which ' plants fruits of life and beauty ' in the human personality. Your Don Juans love from the head, artificially. They use tlieir imagination to stimulate their desire, a scif-conscious, unimpassioned, and so unjustified desire that humiliates, that diminishes, that " sows sand all over ' those who thus call it into action. Swinish 228 PASCAL avarice and covetousness limit vitality by canalizing its flow in a narrow and filthy channel. Cruelty, which is occasionally appropriate and necessary and is then life-enhancing, is life-limiting and life-destroying when it turns into a habitual reaction, when it becomes, in a word, swinish cruelty. Indeed, any course of behaviour pursued to the exclusion of all the other possible courses open to a normally diverse personality is obviously, according to our standards, immoral, because it limits and distorts the manifestations of life. In the eyes of the life-worshipper such exclusive- ness is a sin. His doctrine of moderation demands that one excess shall be counterbalanced by another. To continue on principle or by force of habit in one course is to destroy that vital equilibrium whose name is virtue, and run into immorality. Pascal, it is obvious, was a horribly immoral man. He sinned against life by a consistent excess of holiness, in precisely the same way as gluttons sin by a cop«iistent excess of greed, misers by avarice, and the lewd by unremitting lechery. § 20. Life, and the Routine of Living It is worth remarking that the revelation of life confirms many of the revelations of death The business and the distractions which Pascal hated so much, because they made men forget that they must die, are hateful to the life-worshipper because they prevent men from fully living. Death makes these distractions seem trivial and siUy ; but equally so does life. It was from pain and gradually approaching 1 I Imve borrowed the phrase from Shestov. L» RMlaiion de la Mori is the title, ia its Preach traaslatioa, of oa© of bis most interesting books. PASCAL 229 dissolution that Ivan Ilyitch learned to understand the futility of his respectable bourgeois career. If he had ever met a genuinely living man, if he had ever read a book, or looked at a picture, or heard a piece of music by a living artist, he would have learned the same lesson. But Pascal and the later Tolstoy would not permit the revelation to come from life. Their aim was to humiliate men by rolling them in the corruption of the grave, to inflict a defiling punishment on them ; they condemned, not only the distracting, life-destroying futilities with which men fill their days, but also the life which those futilities destroyed. The life-worshipper agrees with them in hating the empty fooleries and sordidnesses of average human existence. Incidentally the progress of science and industry has enormously increased the element of foolery and sordidness in human life. The clerk and the taylorized workman leave their imbecile tasks to spend their leisure under the influence of such opiate distractions as are provided by the newspaper, the cinema, the radio; they are given less and less opportunity to do any active or creative living of their own. Pascal and Tolstoy would have led them from silliness to despair by talking to them of death ; but ' memento viverc ' is the life-worshipper's advice. If people remembered to live, they would abstain from occupations which are mere substitutes for life. However; most of them don't want to live, just as they don't want to die; they are as much afraid of living as of dying. They prefer to go on existing dimly in the semi-coma of mechanised labour and mechanized leisure. Gradually to putrefy is their ideal of felicity. If the iife-worship;^r objects, it is for his own sake. These people have every right to putrefy if they want to putrefy ; but the trouble is, that they may infect those who don't wish to putrefy. 230 PASCAL A plague-pit is not the healthiest place to worship life in. § 21. Life and the Future When he told his disciples to take no thought for the morrow, Jesus was speaking as a worshipper of life. To pay too much attention to the future is to pay too little to the present — is to pay too little, that is to say, to life; for life can only be lived in the present. Eternity conceived as existing apart from life is life's enemy ; that was why Pascal laid so much stress on the eternal and infinite. The only eternity known to life is that present eternity of ecstatic lime- lessness which is the consummation of intense living. Pascal himself reproached men for being ' so im- prudent that they wander through times that are not theirs and never think of the only time which belongs to them.' But, as usual, his principles and his physiology would not allow him to practise what his intelligence theoretically perceived to be right. He saw that it was stupid not to live in the only time which belonged to him, but nevertheless persisted in thinking of nothing but approaching death and post- humous futurity. Strangely enough, he seemed to have imagined that his death-worship was true Christianity. But ' let the dead bury their dead ' was what the founder of the religion had said. Jesus had no patience (at that moment, at any rate) with the people who imagine that they have something better to do than to live. Living too much in and for another time than the present is the source of other crimes than too much holiness. The undue interest in money derives from too exclusive and excessive a pre- occupation with the future in this life, just as undue PASCAL 231 interest in death and the means of posthumous salvation derives from a preoccupation with the future in another life. Death-dealing holiness is rare in the contemporary West ; but literally millions of men and women pa.ss their time murdering them- selves for the sake of their financial position in a worldly future, which the threats of wars and revolu- tions have rendered so precarious that one is amazed that any one in his senses can waste his time in taking laborious thought for it. The past is as fatal to life as the future. Backward-looking artists who wander in times not their own invariably produce bad works : too much natural piety towards vanished things and people smothers pre.sent vitality in the pious. The life-worshipper lives as far as possible in the present — • in present time or present eternity. § 22. Habits * Two hundred and eighty sovereign goods in Montaigne/ I^ascal uses the fact to support his argument in favour of the unique, divinely revealed Sovereign Good proposed to all men by the Catholic Cimreh. ' We burn with desire/ he says, * to find a fixed framework of reference, an ultimate and constant base/ But we burn in vain. Our unaided efforts result in the discovery only of uncertainty and muB tiplicity. Therefore, we must accept the divinely revealed doctrines of the Church, It is the appeal to fatigue and fear expressed in the form of an argument. The argument breaks down at several points. To begin with, tlicre is no guarantee that the doctrines of the Churcli arc of divine origin. And in the second place, do w$ (tliat is to say, all men) ' burn with desire ' to find a fixed foundation of belief ? All that I know witl^ 232 PASCAL certainty is that I don’t burn. And when Pascal says, ' Nous avons nne id^e de la v6rit6 invincible k tout le pyxrhonisme/ I can only reply, ' Speak for yourself.* The fact is, of course, that these supposedly innate ideas and metaphysical desires are the fruit of habit. Pascal, as usual, understood it all theoretically, but refused to draw the necessary conclusions or to act on his own theory. (Was ever so penetrating an intelligence wedded to so perverse a will ?) 'I am very much afraid,* he wrote, ' that this nature is only a first habit, as habit is a second nature.* And again ; * Habit is our nature. A man who has grown accus- tomed to the Faith believes it and cannot help being afraid of hell. . . . Who can doubt, then, that our souls, being accustomed to see number, space, move- ment, believe in these things and nothing but these things ? * * Our natural principles, what are they but the principles we have made a habit of? ... A different habit would give us different natural prin- ciples; and if there are certain natural principles which habit cannot efface, there are also anti-natural principles of habit which cannot be effaced either by nature or by a second habit.' Our most ineffaceable habits are those of living in terms of space, time, and cause. But even these, as I have suggested earlier in this essay, can be shaken. Most of our other * natural principles * date from a much later period in the mind’s history than do these primeval habits of thought. When Pascal says that * we * burn with desire to find a fixed foundation of belief, all that he means is that he, together with his friends and his favourite authors, happens to have been brought up in habits of doctrinal fiodty. The desire for fixity is not the only metaphysical nostalgia attributed by Pascal to humanity. Men long to know the ' mean- ing * of events, to be told the ' answer to the riddle of PASCAL 233 the universe/ Christianity provides such an answer and satisfies these ‘ natural ' longings : the fact has been regarded by its apologists as a proof of its divine origin and absolute truth. That Cixristianity should satisfy these longings will not surprise us when we realize that it was Christianity which first implanted them in the human mind and fixed them there as habits. ‘ Christian theology ' (I quote from Bury's Idea of Progress) ' constructed a synthesis which for the first time attempted to give a definite meaning to the whole course of human events, a synthesis which represents the past as leading up to a definite and desirable goal in the future. Once this belief had been generally adopted and prevailed for cen- turies, men might discard it along with the doctrine of Providence on which it rested, but they could not be content to return again to such views as satisfied the ancients, for whom human history, apprehended as a whole, was a tale of little meaning. They must seek for a new synthesis to replace it.' Why must they seek for a new synthesis? Because Christianity has established in their minds a synthesis- habit, because the longing for a synthesis now seems " natural/ But the ancients, as Bury shows, were quite happy with a history that was from the Chris- tian's or the modem philosopher's point of view quite meaningless. Their habits were changed and they longed for meanings. Another change of habit may easily abolish that longing. In any case, however, the character of the longing does not affect the nature of the meaning that is longed for* We have only to observe ourselves and our fellows to discover that the universe has no single, pre-established ' meaning ' : its riddle is not a conundrum with only one correct answer. Meaning is a notion, like sourness or beauty. 234 PASCAL § 23. Summary of the Life-Worshipper's Creed The life-worshipper* s philosophy is comprehensive. As a manifold and discontinuous being, he is in a position to accept ail the partial and apparently contradictory syntheses constructed by other philoso- phers. He is at one moment a positivist and at another a mystic : now haunted by the thought of death (for the apocalypse of death is one of the incidents of living) and now a Dionysian child of nature; now a pessimist and now, with a change of lover or liver or even the weather, an exuberant believer that God's in his heaven and all's right with the world. He holds these different beliefs because he is many different people. Each belief is the rationalization of the prevafling mood of one of these persons. There is really no question of any of these philosophies being true or false. The psychological state called joy is no truer than the psychological state called melancholy (it may be more valuable as an aid to social or individual living — but that is another matter) . Each is a primary fact of experience. And since one psychological state cannot be truer than another, since all are equally facts, it follows that the rationalization of one state cannot be truer than the rationalization of another. Wliat Hardy says about the universe is no truer than what Meredith says ; if the majority of contemporary readers prefer the world-view expressed in Tess of the D'Urhervilles to the optimism which forms the background to Beauchamp* s Career, that is simply because they happen to live in a very depressing age and conse- quently suffer from a more or less chronic melancholy. Hardy seems to them truer than Meredith because the philosophy of * Tess ' and " Jude ' is more adequate as a rationalization of their own prevailing mood than PASCAL 235 the phiilosopliy of Richard Feverel or Beauchamp. Wiiat applies to optimism and pessimism applies equally to other trends of philosophical thought. Even the doctrines of * fixed fate, free will, foreknow- ledge absolute,' for ail the elaborateness of their form, are in substance only expression of emotional and physiological states. One feels free or one feels conditioned. Both feelings are equally facts of experience, so are the facts called ' mystical ecstasy ' and * reasonableness.' Only a man whose life was rich in mystical experiences could have constructed a cosmogony like that of Bochme's ; and the works of Voltaire could have been written only by one whose life was singularly poor in such experiences. People witli strongly marked idiosyncrasies of character have their world-view almost forcedupon them by their psychology. The only branches of philosophy in regard to which it is permissible to talk of truth and falsehood are logic and the theory of knowledge. For logic and the theory of knowledge are concerned with the necessities and the limitations of thought — that is to say, with mental habits so primordial that it is all but impossible for any human being to break them. When a man commits a paralogism or lays claim to a more than human knowledge of the nature of things, we arc justified in saying that he is wrong, I may, for example, admit that all men are mortal and that Socrates is a man, but nevertheless feel impelled to conclude that Socrates is immortal. Am I not as well justified in this opinion as I am in my optimism or pessimism, whichever the case may be? The answer is : no. I may have a personal taste for Socrates's immortality; but, in the syllogistic cir- cumstances, the taste is so outrageously bad, so universally condemned, that it would be madness to try to justify it. Moreover, I should discover that* 236 PASCAL if I put my paralogistic theories into practice, I should find myself in serious trouble, not only with other human beings, but even with things. The hero of Dostoievsky's TJndergrou'nd protests against the intolerable tyranny of two and two making four. He prefers that they shall make five, and insists that he has a right to his preference. And no doubt he has a right. But if an express train happens to be passing at a distance of two plus two yards, and he advances four yards and a half under the impression that he will still be eighteen inches on the hither side of destruction, this right of his will not save him from coming to a violent and bloody conclusion. Scientific thought is true or false because science deals with sense impressions wliich are, if not identical for all human beings, at least sufficiently similar to make something like universal agreement possible. The difference between a scientific theory and a meta- physical world-view is that the first is a rationalization of psychological experiences which are more or less uniform for all men and for the same man at different times, while the second is a rationalization of ex- periences which are diverse, occasional, and contra- dictory. ' A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will's freedom after it ; but both before and after his meaJ he will observe that the colour of the sky is blue, that stones are hard, that the sun gives light and warmth. It is for this reason that there are many philosopMes, and only one science. But even science demands that its votaries shall think, according to circumstances, in a variety of difierent ways. The mode of thinking which gives valid results when applied to objects of more than a certain size (in other words, to large numbers of objects; for any tiling big enough to be perceptible PASCAL 237 to our senses is built up, apparently, of enormous numbers of almost infinitesimal components) is found to be absolutely inapplicable to single objects of atomic or sub-atomic dimensions. About large agglomerations of atoms we can think in terms of ' organized common sense/ But when we come to consider individual atoms and their minuter com- ponents, common-sense gives results which do not square with the observed facts. (Nobody, of course, has ever actuzilly observed an atom or an electron; but the nature of their behaviour can be inferred, with more or less probability, from such happenings on a macroscopical scale as accompany their invisible activity.) In the sub-atomic world practically all our necessities of thought become not only unnecessary but misleading, A description of this universe reai like a page from Lewis Carroll or Edward Lear. Seeing, then, that even sense impressions not only can but must be rationalized in irreconcilably different ways, according to the class of object with which they are supposed to be connected, we need not be troubled or surprised by the contradictions which we find in the rationalization of less uniform psychological experiences. Thus, the almost indefinitely numerous rationalizations of the aesthetic and the mystical experiences not only contradict one another, but agree in contradicting those rationalizations of sense experience known as scientific theories. This fact greatly disturbed our grandfathers, who kept on losing their faith, sacrificing their reason, striking attitudes of stoical despair, and, in general, performing the most extraordinary spiritual antics, because of it. Science is 'true/ they argued; therefore art and religion, therefore beauty and honour, love and ideals, must be ' false/ ' Reality ' has been ' proved ' by science to be an affair of space, time, mass, number. 238 PASCAL and cause ; therefore all that makes life worth living is an ‘ illusion/ Or else they started from the other end. Art, religion, beauty, love, make life worth living ; therefore science, which disregards the existence of these things, must be false. It is un- necessary for us to take so tragic a view. Science, we have come to realize, takes no cognizance of the things that make life worth living, for the simple reason that beauty, love, and so on, are not measurable quantities, and science deals only with what can be measured. One psychological fact is as good as another. We perceive beauty as immediately as we perceive hard- ness; to say that one sensation is illusory and that the other corresponds with reality is a gratuitous piece of presumption. Answers to the riddle of the universe often have a logical form and are expressed in such a way that they raise questions of epistemology and involve the acceptance or rejection of certain scientific theories. In substance, however, they are simply rationaliza- tions of diverse and equally valid psychological states, and are therefore neither true nor false. (Incidentally, similar states are not necessarily or invariably ration- alized in the same way. Mystical experiences which, in Europe, are explained in terms of a personal God are interpreted by the Buddhists in terms of an entirely godless order of things. Which is the truer rational- ization? God, or not-God, whichever the case may be, knows.) The life-worshipper who adopts in turn all the solutions to the cosmic riddle is committing no crime against logic or the truth. He is simply admitting the obvious fact that he is a human being — that is to say, a series of distinct psychological states, a colony of diverse personalities. Each state de- mands its appropriate rationalizations; or, in other words, each personality has its own philosophies of PASCAL 239 life. Philosophical consistency had some justification so long as it could be imagined that the substance of one's world-view (as opposed to the logical trappings in which it was clothed and the problems of epistem- ology and science connected with it) was uniquely true. But if we admit, as I think we must, that one world-view cannot be truer than another, but that each is the expression in intellectual terms of some given and undeniable fact of experience, then con- sistency loses all philosophical merit. It is pointless to ignore all the occasions when you feel that the world is good, for the sake of being consistently a pessimist ; it is pointless, for the sake of being consistently a positivist, to deny that your body is sometimes tenanted by a person who has mystical experiences. Pessimism is no truer than optimism, nor positivism than mysticism. Philosophically, there is no reason why a man should deny the thoughts of all but one of his potential scivc.s. Each self on occasion exists ; each has its feelings about the universe, its cosmic tastes-— or, to put it in a different way, each inhabits its own universe. What relation these various private universes bear to the Universe in Itself, if such a thing exists, it is clearly impossible to say. We can believe, if we like, that each of them repre- sents one aspect of the whole. ' In my Father's house are many mansions.’ Nature has given to each individual the key to quite a number of these mctapliysical mansions. The life-worshipper suggests that man shall make use of all his keys instead of throwing all but one of them away. He admits the fact of vital diversity and makes the best of it. In this he is unlike the general run of thinkers, who are very reluctant to admit diversity, and, if they do confess the fact, deplore it. They find diversity shocking, they desire at all costs to correct it. And 240 PASCAL even if it came to be universally admitted that no one world-view could possibly be true, these people would continue, none the less, to hold fast to one to the exclusion of all the rest. They would go on worship- ping consistency, if not on philosophical, then on moral grounds. Or, in other words, they would practise and demand consistency through fear of inconsistency, through fear of being dangerously free, through fear of life. For morality is always the product of terror ; its chains and strait-waistcoats are fashioned by those who dare not trust others, because they dare not trust themselves, to walk in liberty. By such poor terror-stricken creatures consistency in thought and conduct is prized among the highest virtues. In order to achieve this consistency they reject as untrue, or as immoral or anti-social (it matters not which ; for any stick will serve to beat a dog), all the thoughts which do not haimonize with the particular system they have elected to defend; they do their best to repress all impulses and desires which cannot be fitted into their scheme of moral behaviour. With what deplorable results I § 24. Pascal, the Deaih-W or shipper The consistent thinker, the consistently moral man, is either a walking mummy or else, if he has not succeeded in stifling all his vitality, a fanatical mono- maniac. (By the admirers of consistency the mum- mies are called ^ serene ' or ' stoical,' the mono- maniacs ' single-minded ' — as though single-minded- ness were a virtue in a being to whom bountiful nature has given a multiple mind I Single-mindedness is aU very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.) PASCAL 241 In spite of all Ms heroic efforts, Pascal never succeeded in entirely suppressing the life that was in him. It was not in his power to turn himself into a pious automaton. Vitality continued to flow out of him, but through only one channel. He became a monomaniac, a man with but one aim — to impose the death of Christian spirituality on himself and all his fellows. * What religion,* he asks, ' will teach us to cure pride and concupiscence? * In other words, what religion w'ill cure us of living ? For con- cupiscence, or desire, is the instrument of life, and ‘ the pride of the peacock is the glory of God * — not of Pascal's God, of course, but of the God of Life. Christianity, he concludes, is the only religion which will cure men of living. Therefore all men must become Christians. I^ascal expended all his extra- 01 dinary powers in trying, by persuasion, by argu- ment, to convert his fellows to consistent death- worship. It was with the Provincial LetUrs that he opened the campaign. With what consummate generalship I Tlie casuists were routed with terrific slaughter. Entranced by that marvellous prose, we find ourselves even now believing that their defeat was merited, that Pascal was in the right. But if we stop our ears to the charmer's music and consider only tlie substance of what he says, we shall realize that the rights were all on the side of the Jesuits and that Pascal was using his prodigious talents to make the worse appear the better cause. The casuists were often silly and pedantic. But their conception of morality was, from a life-worshipper's f^int of view, entirely sound. Recognizing the diversity of human beings, the infinite variety of circumstances, they perceived that every case should be considered on its own merits. Life was to be tethered, but with an elastic rope; it was to be permitted to do a little 242 PASCAL gambolling. To Pascal this libertarianism seemed horrible. There must be no compromise with life; the hideous thing must be ruthlessly suppressed. Men must be bound down by rigid commandments, coffined in categorical imperatives, paralysed by the fear of hell and the incessant contemplation of death, buried under mounds of prohibitions. He said so with such exquisite felicity of phrase and cadence that people have gone on imagining, from that day to this, that he was upholding a noble cause, when in fact he was fighting for the powers of darkness. After the Letters came the Penseas — the fragmentary materials of what was to have been a colossal work of Christian apology. Implacably the fight against life continued. * Admiration spoils everything from childhood onwards. Oh, isn't he clever 1 Isn’t he good 1 The children of the Port Royal school, who are not urged on with this spur of envy and glory, sink into indifference.’ Pascal must have been delighted. A system of education which resulted in children sinking into ' la nonchalance ’ was obviously, in his eyes, almost ideal. If the children had quietly withered up into mummies, it would have been absolutely perfect. The man was to be treated to the same deadening influences as the child. It was first to be demonstrated that he lived in a state of hopeless wretchedness. This is a task which Pascal undertook with the greatest satisfaction. All his remarks on the ' misdre de Thomme ’ are magnificent. But what is this misery ? When we examine Pascal's arguments we find that man’s misery consists in not being something different from a man. In not being simple, consistent, without desires, omniscient and dead, but on the contrary alive and full of concupi- scence, uncertain, inconsistent, multiple. But to blame a thing for not being something else is cMldish. PASCAL 243 Sheep are not men ; but that is no reason for talking about the ‘ mis 5 re du mouton/ Let sheep make the best of their sheepishness and men of their humanity. But Pascal does not want men to make the best of their human life; he wants them to make the worst of it, to throw it away. After depressing them with his remarks about misery, he brings them into paralysing contact with death and infinity ; he demon- strates the nothingness, in the face of this darkness, these immensities, of every thought, action, and desire. To clinch the argument he invokes the Jansenist God, the Christian revelation. If it is man's true nature to be consistent and undesking, then (such is Pascal's argument) Jansenistic death- worship is a psychological necessity. It is more than a psychological necessity; death- worship has been made obligatory by the God of Death in person, has been decreed in a revelation which Pascal under- takes to prove indubitably historical. § 25. Pascal* $ Universe The spectacle of so much malignity, so much hatred, is profoundly repulsive. Hate begets hate, and it is difiicult not to detest Pascal for his venomous detesta- tion of everything that is beautiful and noble in human existence. It is a detestation, however, which must be tempered with pity. If the man sinned against the Holy Ghost — and surely few men have sinned like Pascal, since few indeed have been endowed with Pascal's extraordinary gifts — ^it was because he could not help it. His desires, in Blake's words, were weak enough to be restrained, P'ceble, a sick man, he was afraid of life, he dreaded liberty. Acquainted only with the mystical states that are associated with malady and 244 PASCAL deprivation, this ascetic had never experienced those other, no less significant, states that accompany the fulfilment of desire. For if we admit the significance of the mystical rapture, we must equally admit the significance of the no less prodigious experiences associated with love in all its forms, with the per- ception of sensuous beauty, with intoxication, with rhythmic movement, with anger, with strife and triumph, with all the positive manifestations of concupiscent life. In the second section of this essay I stated the psychological case for asceticism. Ascetic practices produce a condition of abnormality and so enable the ascetic to get out of the ordinary world into another and, as he feels, more significant and important universe. Anger, the feeling inspired by sensuous beauty, the orgasm of amorous desire, are abnormal states precisely analogous to the state of mystical ecstasy, states which permit the angry man, the aesthete, the lover, to become temporary inhabitants of non-Podsnapian universes which are immediately felt (just as the mystic's universe is immediately felt) to be of peculiar value and signifi- cance. Pascal was acquainted with only one abnormal universe— that which the ecstatic mystic briefly inhabits. Of all the rest he had no personal know- ledge ; his sickly body did not permit of his approach- ing them. We condemn easily that wiiich we do not know, and with pleasure that which, like the fox who said the grapes were sour, we cannot enjoy. To a sickly body Pascal joined an extraordinarily powerful analytical intellect. Too acute to be taken in by the gross illusions of rationalism, too subtle to imagine that a home-made abstraction could be a realty, he derided the academic philosophers. He perceived that the basis of reason is unreasonable; first principles come from * the heart/ not from the PASCAL 245 mind. The discovery would have been of the first importance if Pascal had only made it with the right organ. But instead of discovering the heart with the heart, he discovered it with the head. It was abstractly that he rejected abstractions, and with the reason that he discovered unreason. His realism was only theoretical ; he never lived it. His intelligence would not permit him to find satisfaction in the noumena and abstractions of rationalist philosophy. But for fixed noumena and simple unchanging abstrac- tions he none the less longed. He was able to satisfy these longings of an invalid philosopher and at the same time to salve his intellectual conscience by choosing an irrational abstraction to believe in — ^the God of Christianity. Marooned on that static Rock of Ages, he felt himself safe — safe from the heaving flux of appearances, safe from diversity, safe from the responsibilities of freedom, safe from life. If he had allowed himself to have a heart to understand the heart with, if he had possessed a body with which to understand the body, and instincts and desires capable of interpreting the meaning of instinct and desire, Pascal might have been a life-worshipper instead of a devotee of death. But illness had strangled the life out of his body and made his desires so weak that to resist them was an easy virtue. Against his heart he struggled with all the force of his tense and focussed will. The Moloch of religious principle demanded its sacrifice. Obediently, Pascal performed the rite of harakiri. Moloch, unsatisfied, demanded still more blood. Pascal offered his services; he would make other people do as he had done. Moloch should be glutted with entrails. AJl his writings are persuasive invitations to the world to come and commit suicide. It is the triumph of principle and consistency. 246 PASCAL § 26. Musical Conclusion And yet the iife-worshipper is also, in his own way, a man of principles and consistency. To live intensely — that is his guiding principle. His diversity is a sign that he consistently tries to live up to his principles ; for the harmony of life — of the single life that persists as a gradually changing unity through time — is a harmony built up of many elements. The unity is mutilated by the suppression of any part of the diversity. A fugue has need of all its voices. Even in the rich counterpoint of life each separate small melody plays its indispensable part. The diapason closed fuU in man. In man. But Pascal aspired to be more than a man. Among the inter- laced melodies of the human counterpoint are love songs and anacreontics, marches and savage dancc- rhythms, h^ymns of hate and loud hilarious chanties. 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