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humility; depend upon it the public and the critics will take him at
something under his own estimate。 On the other hand; by copying the
gravity of demeanour admired by Mr。 Shandy in a celebrated parochial
animal; even a very dull person may succeed in winning no
inconsiderable reputation。
To return to style; and its appropriateness: all depends on the work
in hand; and the audience addressed。 Thus; in his valuable Essay on
Style; Mr。 Pater says; with perfect truth: {3}
〃The otiose; the facile; surplusage: why are these abhorrent to the
true literary artist; except because; in literary as in all other
arts; structure is all important; felt or painfully missed;
everywhere?that architectural conception of work; which foresees
the end in the beginning; and never loses sight of it; and in every
part is conscious of all the rest; till the last sentence does but;
with undiminished vigour; unfold and justify the firsta condition
of literary art; which; in contradistinction to another quality of
the artist himself; to be spoken of later; I shall call the necessity
of MIND in style。〃
These are words which the writer should have always present to his
memory; if he has something serious that he wants to say; or if he
wishes to express himself in the classic and perfect manner。 But if
it is his fate merely to be obliged to say something; in the course
of his profession; or if he is bid to discourse for the pleasure of
readers in the Underground Railway; I fear he will often have to
forget Mr。 Pater。 It may not be literature; the writing of
causeries; of Roundabout Papers; of rambling articles 〃on a
broomstick;〃 and yet again; it MAY be literature! 〃Parallel;
allusion; the allusive way generally; the flowers in the garden〃Mr。
Pater charges heavily against these。 The true artist 〃knows the
narcotic force of these upon the negligent intelligence to which any
DIVERSION; literally; is welcome; any vagrant intruder; because one
can go wandering away with it from the immediate subject 。 。 。 In
truth all art does but consist in the removal of surplusage; from the
last finish of the gem engraver blowing away the last particle of
invisible dust; back to the earliest divination of the finished work
to be lying somewhere; according to Michel Angelo's fancy; in the
rough…hewn block of stone。〃
Excellent; but does this apply to every kind of literary art? What
would become of Montaigne if you blew away his allusions; and drove
him out of 〃the allusive way;〃 where he gathers and binds so many
flowers from all the gardens and all the rose…hung lanes of
literature? Montaigne sets forth to write an Essay on Coaches。 He
begins with a few remarks on seasickness in the common pig; some
notes on the Pont Neuf at Paris follow; and a theory of why tyrants
are detested by men whom they have obliged; a glance at Coaches is
then given; next a study of Montezuma's gardens; presently a brief
account of the Spanish cruelties in Mexico and Peru; lastretombons
a nos cocheshe tells a tale of the Inca; and the devotion of his
Guard: Another for Hector!
The allusive style has its proper place; like another; if it is used
by the right man; and the concentrated and structural style has also
its higher province。 It would not do to employ either style in the
wrong place。 In a rambling discursive essay; for example; a mere
straying after the bird in the branches; or the thorn in the way; he
might not take the safest road who imitated Mr。 Pater's style in what
follows:
〃In this way; according to the well…known saying; 'The style is the
man;' complex or simple; in his individuality; his plenary sense of
what he really has to say; his sense of the world: all cautions
regarding style arising out of so many natural scruples as to the
medium through which alone he can expose that inward sense of things;
the purity of this medium; its laws or tricks of refraction: nothing
is to be left there which might give conveyance to any matter save
that。〃 Clearly the author who has to write so that the man may read
who runs will fail if he wrests this manner from its proper place;
and uses it for casual articles: he will fail to hold the vagrom
attention!
Thus a great deal may be done by studying inappropriateness of style;
by adopting a style alien to our matter and to our audience。 If we
〃haver〃 discursively about serious; and difficult; and intricate
topics; we fail; and we fail if we write on happy; pleasant; and
popular topics in an abstruse and intent; and analytic style。 We
fail; too; if in style we go outside our natural selves。 〃The style
is the man;〃 and the man will be nothing; and nobody; if he tries for
an incongruous manner; not naturally his own; for example if Miss
Yonge were suddenly to emulate the manner of Lever; or if Mr。 John
Morley were to strive to shine in the fashion of Uncle Remus; or if
Mr。 Rider Haggard were to be allured into imitation by the example;
so admirable in itself; of the Master of Balliol。 It is ourselves we
must try to improve; our attentiveness; our interest in life; our
seriousness of purpose; and then the style will improve with the
self。 Or perhaps; to be perfectly frank; we shall thus convert
ourselves into prigs; throw ourselves out of our stride; lapse into
self… consciousness; lose all that is natural; naif; and instinctive
within us。 Verily there are many dangers; and the paths to failure
are infinite。
So much for style; of which it may generally be said that you cannot
be too obscure; unnatural; involved; vulgar; slipshod; and
metaphorical。 See to it that your metaphors are mixed; though;
perhaps; this attention is hardly needed。 The free use of
parentheses; in which a reader gets lost; and of unintelligible
allusions; and of references to unread authorsthe Kalevala and
Lycophron; and the Scholiast on Apollonius Rhodius; is invaluable to
this end。 So much for manner; and now for matter。
The young author generally writes because he wants to write; either
for money; from vanity; or in mere weariness of empty hours and
anxiety to astonish his relations。 This is well; he who would fail
cannot begin better than by having nothing to say。 The less you
observe; the less you reflect; the less you put yourself in the paths
of adventure and experience; the less you will have to say; and the
more impossible will it be to read your work。 Never notice people's
manner; conduct; nor even dress; in real life。 Walk through the
world with your eyes and ears closed; and embody the negative results
in a story or a poem。 As to Poetry; with a fine instinct we
generally begin by writing verse; because verse is the last thing
that the public want to read。 The young writer has usually read a
great deal of verse; however; and most of it bad。 His favourite
authors are the bright lyrists who sing of broken hearts; wasted
lives; early deaths; disappointment; gloom。 Without having even had
an unlucky flirtation; or without knowing what it is to lose a
favourite cat; the early author pours forth laments; just like the
laments he has been reading。 He has too a favourite manner; the old
consumptive manner; about the hectic flush; the fatal rose on the
pallid cheek; about the ruined roof tree; the empty chair; the rest
in the village churchyard。 This is now a little rococo and forlorn;
but failure may be assured by travelling in this direction。 If you
are ambitious to disgust an editor at once; begin your poem with
〃Only。〃 In fact you may as well head the lyric 〃Only。〃 {4}
ONLY。
Only a spark of an ember;
Only a leaf on the tree;
Only the days we remember;
Only the days without thee。
Only the flower that thou worest;
Only the book that we read;
Only that night in the forest;
Only a dream of the dead;
Only the troth that was broken;
Only the heart that is lonely;
Only the sigh and the token
That sob in the saying of Only!
In literature this is a certain way of failing; but I believe a
person might make a livelihood by writing verses like thesefor
music。 Another good way is to be very economical in your rhymes;
only two to the four lines; and regretfully vague。 Thus:
SHADOWS。
In the slumber of the winter;
In the secret of the snow;
What is the voice that is crying
Out of the long ago?
When the accents of the children
Are silent on the stairs;
When the poor forgets his troubles;
And the rich forgets his cares。
What is the silent whisper
That echoes in the room;
When the days are full of darkness;
And the night is hushed in gloom?
'Tis the voice of the departed;
Who will never come again;
Who has left the weary tumult;
And the struggle and the pain。 {5}
And my heart makes heavy answer;
To the voice that comes no more;
To the whisper that is welling
From the far off happy shore。
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