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There never was a man in love who did not declare that; if he strained
every nerve to breaking; he was going to have his desire。
And there never was a man in love who did not declare also that he ought
not to have it。 The whole secret of the practical success of Christendom
lies in the Christian humility; however imperfectly fulfilled。
For with the removal of all question of merit or payment; the soul
is suddenly released for incredible voyages。 If we ask a sane man
how much he merits; his mind shrinks instinctively and instantaneously。
It is doubtful whether he merits six feet of earth。
But if you ask him what he can conquerhe can conquer the stars。
Thus comes the thing called Romance; a purely Christian product。
A man cannot deserve adventures; he cannot earn dragons and hippogriffs。
The mediaeval Europe which asserted humility gained Romance;
the civilization which gained Romance has gained the habitable globe。
How different the Pagan and Stoical feeling was from this has
been admirably expressed in a famous quotation。 Addison makes
the great Stoic say
〃'Tis not in mortals to command success;
But we'll do more; Sempronius; we'll deserve it。〃
But the spirit of Romance and Christendom; the spirit which is in
every lover; the spirit which has bestridden the earth with European
adventure; is quite opposite。 'Tis not in mortals to deserve success。
But we'll do more; Sempronius; we'll obtain it。
And this gay humility; this holding of ourselves lightly and yet ready
for an infinity of unmerited triumphs; this secret is so simple that every
one has supposed that it must be something quite sinister and mysterious。
Humility is so practical a virtue that men think it must be a vice。
Humility is so successful that it is mistaken for pride。
It is mistaken for it all the more easily because it generally goes
with a certain simple love of splendour which amounts to vanity。
Humility will always; by preference; go clad in scarlet and gold;
pride is that which refuses to let gold and scarlet impress it or please
it too much。 In a word; the failure of this virtue actually lies
in its success; it is too successful as an investment to be believed
in as a virtue。 Humility is not merely too good for this world;
it is too practical for this world; I had almost said it is too
worldly for this world。
The instance most quoted in our day is the thing called the humility
of the man of science; and certainly it is a good instance as well
as a modern one。 Men find it extremely difficult to believe
that a man who is obviously uprooting mountains and dividing seas;
tearing down temples and stretching out hands to the stars;
is really a quiet old gentleman who only asks to be allowed to
indulge his harmless old hobby and follow his harmless old nose。
When a man splits a grain of sand and the universe is turned upside down
in consequence; it is difficult to realize that to the man who did it;
the splitting of the grain is the great affair; and the capsizing
of the cosmos quite a small one。 It is hard to enter into the feelings
of a man who regards a new heaven and a new earth in the light of a
by…product。 But undoubtedly it was to this almost eerie innocence
of the intellect that the great men of the great scientific period;
which now appears to be closing; owed their enormous power and triumph。
If they had brought the heavens down like a house of cards
their plea was not even that they had done it on principle;
their quite unanswerable plea was that they had done it by accident。
Whenever there was in them the least touch of pride in what
they had done; there was a good ground for attacking them;
but so long as they were wholly humble; they were wholly victorious。
There were possible answers to Huxley; there was no answer possible
to Darwin。 He was convincing because of his unconsciousness;
one might almost say because of his dulness。 This childlike
and prosaic mind is beginning to wane in the world of science。
Men of science are beginning to see themselves; as the fine phrase is;
in the part; they are beginning to be proud of their humility。
They are beginning to be aesthetic; like the rest of the world;
beginning to spell truth with a capital T; beginning to talk
of the creeds they imagine themselves to have destroyed;
of the discoveries that their forbears made。 Like the modern English;
they are beginning to be soft about their own hardness。
They are becoming conscious of their own strengththat is;
they are growing weaker。 But one purely modern man has emerged
in the strictly modern decades who does carry into our world the clear
personal simplicity of the old world of science。 One man of genius
we have who is an artist; but who was a man of science; and who seems
to be marked above all things with this great scientific humility。
I mean Mr。 H。 G。 Wells。 And in his case; as in the others above
spoken of; there must be a great preliminary difficulty in convincing
the ordinary person that such a virtue is predicable of such a man。
Mr。 Wells began his literary work with violent visionsvisions of
the last pangs of this planet; can it be that a man who begins
with violent visions is humble? He went on to wilder and wilder
stories about carving beasts into men and shooting angels like birds。
Is the man who shoots angels and carves beasts into men humble?
Since then he has done something bolder than either of these blasphemies;
he has prophesied the political future of all men; prophesied it
with aggressive authority and a ringing decision of detail。
Is the prophet of the future of all men humble ? It will indeed
be difficult; in the present condition of current thought about
such things as pride and humility; to answer the query of how a man
can be humble who does such big things and such bold things。
For the only answer is the answer which I gave at the beginning
of this essay。 It is the humble man who does the big things。
It is the humble man who does the bold things。 It is the humble
man who has the sensational sights vouchsafed to him; and this
for three obvious reasons: first; that he strains his eyes more
than any other men to see them; second; that he is more overwhelmed
and uplifted with them when they come; third; that he records
them more exactly and sincerely and with less adulteration
from his more commonplace and more conceited everyday self。
Adventures are to those to whom they are most unexpectedthat is;
most romantic。 Adventures are to the shy: in this sense adventures
are to the unadventurous。
Now; this arresting; mental humility in Mr。 H。 G。 Wells may be;
like a great many other things that are vital and vivid; difficult to
illustrate by examples; but if I were asked for an example of it;
I should have no difficulty about which example to begin with。
The most interesting thing about Mr。 H。 G。 Wells is that he is
the only one of his many brilliant contemporaries who has not
stopped growing。 One can lie awake at night and hear him grow。
Of this growth the most evident manifestation is indeed a gradual
change of opinions; but it is no mere change of opinions。
It is not a perpetual leaping from one position to another like
that of Mr。 George Moore。 It is a quite continuous advance along
a quite solid road in a quite definable direction。 But the chief
proof that it is not a piece of fickleness and vanity is the fact
that it has been upon the whole in advance from more startling
opinions to more humdrum opinions。 It has been even in some sense
an advance from unconventional opinions to conventional opinions。
This fact fixes Mr。 Wells's honesty and proves him to be no poseur。
Mr。 Wells once held that the upper classes and the lower classes
would be so much differentiated in the future that one class would
eat the other。 Certainly no paradoxical charlatan who had once
found arguments for so startling a view would ever have deserted it
except for something yet more startling。 Mr。 Wells has deserted it
in favour of the blameless belief that both classes will be ultimately
subordinated or assimilated to a sort of scientific middle class;
a class of engineers。 He has abandoned the sensational theory with
the same honourable gravity and simplicity with which he adopted it。
Then he thought it was true; now he thinks it is not true。
He has come to the most dreadful conclusion a literary man can
come t