Half a dozen people will give you directions at once. He has written many prose pieces. And this places us collectively miles above the rude il- literate men of arms, burghers, and villeins of the middle ages who thought the moon took its light from God, whereas we know that its light is simply a function of ir divided by the square of its distance. Fortunately for us all they will not elect women. Yet it Is surprising that the same un- llterary, anti-literary tendency that is seen throughout our whole social environment, mani- fests itself also in the peculiar and distorted form given in our higher education and In the singular barrenness of its results. But it was not for me. It is some seventy years since our rising population equalled and passed that of the British Isles: a count of heads, dead and alive, during the century would show us more numerous than the British people by two to one : we erect buildings fifty stories high : we lay a mile of railroad track in twenty-four hours: the corn that we grow and the hogs that we raise are the despair of aristocratic Europe; and yet when It comes to the produc- tion of real literature, the benighted people of the British Islands can turn out more of it in a twelvemonth than our hundred million souls can manufacture in three decades.
Forty-five years ago,--a man at the club told me this with almost a sob in his voice,--either Rockefeller or Carnegie could have been bought clean up for a thousand dollars! In no country in the world is more time, more thought, and more money spent upon education than in America. The dentist was there with two assistants. Biology has nothing to say as to what ought to survive and what ought not to survive; it merely speaks of what does survive. Secondly, the accountant is lacking zeal and acting coolly to him in which was making him even more nervous. Throughout the story the narrator has been judged by the photographer based solely on his appearance.
Every man for himself, and sink or swim, became the order of the day. Here and there it Is true there are things closed to women, not by their own Inability but by the law. It was only two years later that Stephen's father Peter travelled to Manitoba, leaving his large family behind. And next time that I fall into talk with a casual stranger in a car, I shall not try to be quite so extraordinarily clever. He wanted something that would depict the face as God gave it to him. Not long after I received my bill. This Is a gross injustice.
Prima facie, of course, the case is heavily against him. Whether a professor is of necessity a good 30 The Apology of a Professor man, is a subject upon which I must not pre- sume to dogmatise. At this point It may be in order to consider the question of especially American forms of wit. Why had I never happened to walk out this way with fifty thousand dollars in my pocket and buy all this beautiful mud? In any case he has to console him the favour of the sex, a concomitant per- haps of his very harmlessness, but productive 29 Essays and Literary Studies at the same time of creature comforts. Under that influence, humanity, or a large part of it, slow- ly and painfully acquired the moral habit.
There is no life in the eyes. Such a place is found in a black hole, the final stage of a collapsed star, where the gravitational field has infinite strength. All this the machine age did for woman. Political Economy is that which teaches that we know nothing of the laws of wealth; and Theology the critical history 27 Essays and Literary Studies of those errors from which we deduce our ig- norance of God. Then he went back to the machine and took another look. Firstly, the clerks in the bank are not enthusiastic enough.
And here perhaps it is necessary to make a further qualification to this antagonism of the principle of speciahsation. But even if all these legal disabilities, where they exist, were removed as they will be under a woman's vote the difference to women at large will be infinitesimal. All we have to do Is to sit still and watch it come. The whole of his virtue and his creed of conduct runs to a cheap and easy egomania in which his blind passion for himself causes him to use external people and things as mere reactions upon his own personality. But then, after all, if the mind as a speculative instrument has gone bankrupt, if learning, instead of meaning a mind full of thought, means only a bellyful of fact, one is brought to a full stop, standing among the lit- tered debris of an ideal that has passed away. We have a process now--the Delphide--for putting in new ones.
He twisted my face as far as it would go and then stood looking at it. For administering gas, debtor, so much; for removing teeth, debtor, so much;--and so on. We were hoping that the Awful Woman would explain how war would be ended. The verse in which the fun of the poem culminates runs: 107 Essays and Literary Studies Then Abner Dean, of Angels, raised a point of order, when A chunk of old red sandstone hit him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. He rose to the political ranks quite quickly. The philosopher who will do this for the domain of mirth will not only benefit the theory of aesthetics, but may incidentally shed upon his own province a not unpleasing illumination. It is not to be implied from this that none of the world's great philosophers, such as Kant, and Schopenhauer, have dealt with the analysis of humour.
Certain it is 93 Essays and Literary Studies that the world's greatest literature has arisen in the darkest hours of its history. It is a canon of his profession that he must never become violent, nor lift his hand in anger. But one doubts if he was much worse than his modern successor who joys consciously in the operation of his pores and his glands, and the correct rhythmical contraction of his abdominal muscles, as if he constituted simply a sort of superior sewerage system. To this secondary stage of development Is to be assigned the first appearance of the mode of humour called wit. The clown knows very well that the women are not In love with him, but with Hamlet, the gloomy fellow yonder in the black coat and the plumed hat.