首页 >出版文学> A Miscellany of Men>第1章
  Rightlyorwrongly,itiscertainthatamanbothliberalandchivalric,canandveryoftendoesfeeladis-easeanddistrusttouchingthosepoliticalwomenwecallSuffragettes。Likemostotherpopularsentiments,itisgenerallywronglystatedevenwhenitisrightlyfelt。Onepartofitcanbeputmostshortlythus:thatwhenawomanputsupherfiststoamansheisputtingherselfintheonlypostureinwhichheisnotafraidofher。Hecanbeafraidofherspeechandstillmoreofhersilence;butforceremindshimofarustedbutveryrealweaponofwhichhehasgrownashamed。Butthesecrudesummariesareneverquiteaccurateinanymatteroftheinstincts。Forthethingswhicharethesimplestsolongastheyareundisputedinvariablybecomethesubtlestwhenoncetheyaredisputed:whichwaswhatJoubertmeant,Isuppose,whenhesaid,"ItisnothardtobelieveinGodifonedoesnotdefineHim。”WhentheevilinstinctsofoldFoulonmadehimsayofthepoor,"Letthemeatgrass,"
  thegoodandChristianinstinctsofthepoormadethemhanghimonalamp-
  postwithhismouthstuffedfullofthatvegetation。Butifamodernvegetarianaristocratweretosaytothepoor,"Butwhydon'tyoulikegrass?"theirintelligenceswouldbemuchmoretaxedtofindsuchanappropriaterepartee。Andthismatterofthefunctionsofthesexesisprimarilyamatteroftheinstincts;sexandbreathingareabouttheonlytwothingsthatgenerallyworkbestwhentheyareleastworriedabout。
  That,Isuppose,iswhythesamesophisticatedagethathaspoisonedtheworldwithFeminismisalsopollutingitwithBreathingExercises。Weplungeatonceintoaforestoffalseanalogiesandbadblunderinghistory;whilealmostanymanorwomanlefttothemselveswouldknowatleastthatsexisquitedifferentfromanythingelseintheworld。
  Thereisnokindofcomparisonpossiblebetweenaquarrelofmanandwomanhoweverrightthewomanmaybeandtheotherquarrelsofslaveandmaster,ofrichandpoor,orofpatriotandinvader,withwhichtheSuffragistsdelugeuseveryday。Thedifferenceisasplainasnoon;
  theseotheraliengroupsnevercameintocontactuntiltheycameintocollision。Racesandranksbeganwithbattle,eveniftheyafterwardsmeltedintoamity。Buttheveryfirstfactaboutthesexesisthattheylikeeachother。Theyseekeachother:andawfulasarethesinsandsorrowsthatoftencomeoftheirmating,itwasnotsuchthingsthatmadethemmeet。Itisutterlyastoundingtonotethewayinwhichmodernwritersandtalkersmissthisplain,wide,andoverwhelmingfact:onewouldsupposewomanavictimandnothingelse。Bythisaccountideal,emancipatedwomanhas,ageafterage,beenknockedsillywithastoneaxe。
  Butreallythereisnofacttoshowthatideal,emancipatedwomanwaseverknockedsilly;exceptthefactthatsheissilly。Andthatmighthaveariseninsomanyotherways。Realresponsiblewomanhasneverbeensilly;andanyonewishingtoknockherwouldbewiselikethestreet-
  boystoknockandrunaway。Itisultimatelyidiotictocomparethisprehistoricparticipationwithanyroyaltiesorrebellions。Genuineroyaltieswishtocrushrebellions。Genuinerebelswishtodestroykings。
  Thesexescannotwishtoabolisheachother;andifweallowthemanysortofpermanentoppositionitwillsinkintosomethingasbaseasapartysystem。
  Asmarriage,therefore,isrootedinanaboriginalunityofinstincts,youcannotcompareit,eveninitsquarrels,withanyofthemerecollisionsofseparateinstitutions。Youcouldcompareitwiththeemancipationofnegroesfromplanters——ifitweretruethatawhitemaninearlyyouthalwaysdreamedoftheabstractbeautyofablackman。Youcouldcompareitwiththerevoltoftenantsagainstalandlord——ifitweretruethatyounglandlordswrotesonnetstoinvisibletenants。YoucouldcompareittothefightingpolicyoftheFenians-ifitweretruethateverynormalIrishmanwantedanEnglishmantocomeandlivewithhim。
  Butasweknowtherearenoinstinctsinanyofthesedirections,theseanalogiesarenotonlyfalsebutfalseonthecardinalfact。Idonotspeakofthecomparativecomfortormeritofthesedifferentthings:I
  saytheyaredifferent。Itmaybethatloveturnedtohateisterriblycommoninsexualmatters:itmaybethathateturnedtoloveisnotuncommonintherivalriesofraceorclass。Butanyphilosophyaboutthesexesthatbeginswithanythingbutthemutualattractionofthesexes,beginswithafallacy;andallitshistoricalcomparisonsareasirrelevantandimpertinentaspuns。
  Buttoexposesuchcoldnegationoftheinstinctsiseasy:toexpressorevenhalfexpresstheinstinctsisveryhard。Theinstinctsareverymuchconcernedwithwhatliterarypeoplecall"style"inlettersormorevulgarpeoplecall"style"indress。Theyaremuchconcernedwithhowathingisdone,aswellaswhetheronemaydoit:andthedeepestelementsintheirattractionoraversioncanoftenonlybeconveyedbystrayexamplesorsuddenimages。WhenDantonwasdefendinghimselfbeforetheJacobintribunalhespokesoloudthathisvoicewasheardacrosstheSeine,inquiteremotestreetsontheothersideoftheriver。
  HemusthavebellowedlikeabullofBashan。Yetnoneofuswouldthinkofthatprodigyexceptassomethingpoeticalandappropriate。NoneofuswouldinstinctivelyfeelthatDantonwaslessofamanorevenlessofagentleman,forspeakingsoinsuchanhour。ButsupposeweheardthatMarieAntoinette,whentriedbeforethesametribunal,hadhowledsothatshecouldbeheardintheFaubourgSt。Germain——well,Ileaveittotheinstincts,ifthereareanyleft。Itisnotwrongtohowl。Neitherisitright。Itissimplyaquestionoftheinstantimpressionontheartisticandevenanimalpartsofhumanity,ifthenoisewereheardsuddenlylikeagun。
  Perhapsthenearestverbalanalysisoftheinstinctmayhefoundinthegesturesoftheoratoraddressingacrowd。Forthetrueoratormustalwaysbeademagogue:evenifthemobbeasmallmob,likethe。FrenchcommitteeortheEnglishHouseofLords。And"demagogue,"inthegoodGreekmeaning,doesnotmeanonewhopleasesthepopulace,butonewholeadsit:andifyouwillnotice,youwillseethatalltheinstinctivegesturesoforatoryaregesturesofmilitaryleadership;pointingthepeopletoapathorwavingthemontoanadvance。Noticethatlongsweepofthearmacrossthebodyandoutward,whichgreatoratorsusenaturallyandcheaporatorsartificially。Itisalmosttheexactgestureofthedrawingofasword。
  Thepointisnotthatwomenareunworthyofvotes;itisnoteventhatvotesareunworthyofwomen。Itisthatvotesareunworthyofmen,solongastheyaremerelyvotes;andhavenothinginthemofthisancientmilitarismofdemocracy。Theonlycrowdworthtalkingtoisthecrowdthatisreadytogosomewhereanddosomething;theonlydemagogueworthhearingishewhocanpointatsomethingtobedone:and,ifhepointswithasword,willonlyfeelitfamiliarandusefullikeanelongatedfinger。Now,exceptinsomemysticalexceptionswhichprovetherule,thesearenotthegestures,andthereforenottheinstincts,ofwomen。
  Nohonestmandislikesthepublicwoman。Hecanonlydislikethepoliticalwoman;anentirelydifferentthing。Theinstincthasnothingtodowithanydesiretokeepwomencurtainedorcaptive:ifsuchadesireexists。Ahusbandwouldbepleasedifhiswifeworeagoldcrownandproclaimedlawsfromathroneofmarble;orifsheutteredoraclesfromthetripodofapriestess;orifshecouldwalkinmysticalmotherhoodbeforetheprocessionofsomegreatreligiousorder。Butthatsheshouldstandonaplatformintheexactaltitudeinwhichhestands;
  leaningforwardalittlemorethanisgracefulandholdinghermouthopenalittlelongerandwiderthanisdignified——well,Ionlywritehereofthefactsofnaturalhistory;andthefactisthatitisthis,andnotpublicityorimportance,thathurts。Itisforthemodernworldtojudgewhethersuchinstinctsareindeeddangersignals;andwhetherthehurtingofmoralasofmaterialnervesisatocsinandawarningofnature。
  THEPOETANDTHECHEESE
  ThereissomethingcreepyintheflatEasternCounties;abrushofthewhitefeather。Thereisastillness,whichisratherofthemindthanofthebodilysenses。Rapidchangesandsuddenrevelationsofscenery,evenwhentheyaresoundless,havesomethinginthemanalogoustoamovementofmusic,toacrashoracry。Mountainhamletsspringoutonuswithashoutlikemountainbrigands。Comfortablevalleysacceptuswithopenarmsandwarmwords,likecomfortableinnkeepers。Buttravellinginthegreatlevellandshasacuriouslystillandlonelyquality;lonelyevenwhenthereareplentyofpeopleontheroadandinthemarket-place。
  One'svoiceseemstobreakanalmostelvishsilence,andsomethingunreasonablyweirdinthephraseofthenurserytales,"Andhewentalittlefartherandcametoanotherplace,"comesbackintothemind。
  InsomesuchmoodIcamealongalean,paleroadsouthofthefens,andfoundmyselfinalarge,quiet,andseeminglyforgottenvillage。Itwasoneofthoseplacesthatinstantlyproduceaframeofmindwhich,itmaybe,oneafterwardsdecksoutwithunrealdetails。Idaresaythatgrassdidnotreallygrowinthestreets,butIcameawaywithacuriousimpressionthatitdid。Idaresaythemarketplacewasnotliterallylonelyandwithoutsignoflife,butitleftthevagueimpressionofbeingso。Theplacewaslargeandevenlooseindesign,yetithadtheairofsomethinghiddenawayandalwaysoverlooked。Itseemedshy,likeabigyokel;thelowroofsseemedtobeduckingbehindthehedgesandrailings;andthechimneysholdingtheirbreath。Icameintoitinthatdeadhouroftheafternoonwhichisneitherafterlunchnorbeforetea,noranythingelseevenonahalf-holiday;andIhadafantasticfeelingthatIhadstrayedintoalostandextrahourthatisnotnumberedinthetwenty-four。
  Ienteredaninnwhichstoodopenlyinthemarket-placeyetwasalmostasprivateasaprivatehouse。Thosewhotalkof"public-houses"asiftheywerealloneproblemwouldhavebeenbothpuzzledandpleasedwithsuchaplace。Inthefrontwindowastoutoldladyinblackwithanelaboratecapsatdoingalargepieceofneedlework。ShehadakindofcomfortablePuritanismabouther;andmighthavebeenperhapsshewastheoriginalMrs。Grundy。Alittlemorewithdrawnintotheparloursatatall,strong,andseriousgirl,withafaceofbeautifulhonestyandapairofscissorsstuckinherbelt,doingasmallpieceofneedlework。Twofeetbehindthemsatahulkinglabourerwithahumorousfacelikewoodpaintedscarlet,withahugemugofmildbeerwhichhehadnottouched,andprobablywouldnottouchforhours。Onthehearthrugtherewasanequallymotionlesscat;andonthetableacopyof'HouseholdWords'。
  Iwasconsciousofsomeatmosphere,stillandyetbracing,thatIhadmetsomewhereinliterature。Therewaspoetryinitaswellaspiety;andyetitwasnotpoetryaftermyparticulartaste。Itwassomehowatoncesolidandairy。ThenIrememberedthatitwastheatmosphereinsomeofWordsworth'sruralpoems;whicharefullofgenuinefreshnessandwonder,andyetareinsomeincurablewaycommonplace。Thiswascurious;forWordsworth'smenwereoftherocksandfells,andnotofthefenlandsorflats。Butperhapsitistheclearnessofstillwaterandthemirroredskiesofmeresandpoolsthatproducesthiscrystallinevirtue。PerhapsthatiswhyWordsworthiscalledaLakePoetinsteadofamountainpoet。
  Perhapsitisthewaterthatdoesit。Certainlythewholeofthattownwaslikeacupofwatergivenatmorning。
  Afterafewsentencesexchangedatlongintervalsinthemannerofrusticcourtesy,Iinquiredcasuallywhatwasthenameofthetown。TheoldladyansweredthatitsnamewasStilton,andcomposedlycontinuedherneedlework。ButIhadpausedwithmymuginair,andwasgazingatherwithasuddenlyarrestedconcern。"Isuppose,"Isaid,"thatithasnothingtodowiththecheeseofthatname。”"Oh,yes,"sheanswered,withastaggeringindifference,"theyusedtomakeithere。”
  Iputdownmymugwithagravityfargreaterthanherown。"ButthisplaceisaShrine!"Isaid。"PilgrimsshouldbepouringintoitfromwherevertheEnglishlegendhasenduredalive。Thereoughttobeacolossalstatueinthemarket-placeofthemanwhoinventedStiltoncheese。Thereoughttobeanothercolossalstatueofthefirstcowwhoprovidedthefoundationsofit。ThereshouldbeaburnishedtabletletintothegroundonthespotwheresomecourageousmanfirstateStiltoncheese,andsurvived。OnthetopofaneighbouringhillifthereareanyneighbouringhillsthereshouldbeahugemodelofaStiltoncheese,madeofsomerichgreenmarbleandengravenwithsomehaughtymotto:I
  suggestsomethinglike'Vernonsemperviret;sedStiltoniasempervirescit。'"Theoldladysaid,"Yes,sir,"andcontinuedherdomesticoccupations。
  Afterastrainedandemotionalsilence,Isaid,"IfItakeamealhereto-
  nightcanyougivemeanyStilton?"
  "No,sir;I'mafraidwehaven'tgotanyStilton,"saidtheimmovableone,speakingasifitweresomethingthousandsofmilesaway。
  "Thisisawful,"Isaid:foritseemedtomeastrangeallegoryofEnglandassheisnow;thislittletownthathadlostitsglory;andforgotten,sotospeak,themeaningofitsownname。AndIthoughtityetmoresymbolicbecausefromallthatoldandfullandvirilelife,thegreatcheesewasgone;andonlythebeerremained。AndeventhatwillbestolenbytheLiberalsoradulteratedbytheConservatives。Politelydisengagingmyself,Imademywayasquicklyaspossibletothenearestlarge,noisy,andnastytowninthatneighbourhood,whereIsoughtoutthenearestvulgar,tawdry,andavariciousrestaurant。
  Thereaftertriflingwithbeef,mutton,puddings,pies,andsoonIgotaStiltoncheese。IwassomuchmovedbymymemoriesthatIwroteasonnettothecheese。Somecriticalfriendshavehintedtomethatmysonnetisnotstrictlynew;thatitcontains"echoes"astheyexpressitofsomeotherpoemthattheyhavereadsomewhere。Here,atleast,arethelinesIwrote:-
  SONNETTOASTILTONCHEESE
  Stilton,thoushouldstbelivingatthishourAndsothouart。Norlosestgracethereby;
  Englandhasneedofthee,andsohaveI——
  SheisaFen。Farastheeyecanscour,LeagueaftergrassyleaguefromLincolntowerToStiltoninthefields,sheisaFen。
  Yetthishighcheese,bychoiceoffenlandmen,Likeatallgreenvolcanoroseinpower。
  Plainlivingandlongdrinkingarenomore,Andpurereligionreading'HouseholdWords',AndsturdymanhoodsittingstillalldayShrink,likethischeesethatcrumblestoitscore;
  Whilemydigestion,liketheHouseofLords,Theheaviestburdensonherselfdothlay。
  IconfessIfeelmyselfasifsomeliteraryinfluence,somethingthathashauntedme,werepresentinthisotherwiseoriginalpoem;butitishopelesstodisentangleitnow。
  THETHING
  Thewindawokelastnightwithsonobleaviolencethatitwaslikethewarinheaven;andIthoughtforamomentthattheThinghadbrokenfree。
  Forwindneverseemslikeemptyair。Windalwayssoundsfullandphysical,likethebigbodyofsomething;andIfanciedthattheThingitselfwaswalkinggiganticalongthegreatroadsbetweentheforestsofbeech。
  Letmeexplain。ThevitalityandrecurrentvictoryofChristendomhavebeenduetothepoweroftheThingtobreakoutfromtimetotimefromitsenvelopingwordsandsymbols。Withoutthispowerallcivilisationstendtoperishunderaloadoflanguageandritual。Oneinstanceofthiswehearmuchinmoderndiscussion:theseparationoftheformfromthespiritofreligion。Butweheartoolittleofnumberlessothercasesofthesamestiffeningandfalsification;wearefartooseldomremindedthatjustaschurch-goingisnotreligion,soreadingandwritingarenotknowledge,andvotingisnotself-government。Itwouldbeeasytofindpeopleinthebigcitieswhocanreadandwritequicklyenoughtobeclerks,butwhoareactuallyignorantofthedailymovementsofthesunandmoon。
  Thecaseofself-governmentisevenmorecurious,especiallyasonewatchesitforthefirsttimeinacountrydistrict。Self-governmentaroseamongmenprobablyamongtheprimitivemen,certainlyamongtheancientsoutofanideawhichseemsnowtoosimpletobeunderstood。
  Thenotionofself-governmentwasnotasmanymodernfriendsandfoesofitseemtothinkthenotionthattheordinarycitizenistobeconsultedasoneconsultsanEncyclopaedia。Heisnottheretobeaskedalotoffancyquestions,toseehowheanswersthem。Heandhisfellowsaretobe,withinreasonablehumanlimits,mastersoftheirownlives。Theyshalldecidewhethertheyshallbemenoftheoarorthewheel,ofthespadeorthespear。Themenofthevalleyshallsettlewhetherthevalleyshallbedevastatedforcoalorcoveredwithcornandvines;themenofthetownshalldecidewhetheritshallbehoarywiththatchesorsplendidwithspires。
  Oftheirownnatureandinstincttheyshallgatherunderapatriarchalchiefordebateinapoliticalmarket-place。Andincasetheword"man"bemisunderstood,Imayremarkthatinthismoralatmosphere,thisoriginalsoulofself-government,thewomenalwayshavequiteasmuchinfluenceasthemen。ButinmodernEnglandneitherthemennorthewomenhaveanyinfluenceatall。Inthisprimarymatter,themouldingofthelandscape,thecreationofamodeoflife,thepeopleareutterlyimpotent。Theystandandstareatimperialandeconomicprocessesgoingon,astheymightstareattheLordMayor'sShow。
  RoundaboutwhereIlive,forinstance,twochangesaretakingplacewhichreallyaffectthelandandallthingsthatliveonit,whetherforgoodorevil。Thefirstisthattheurbancivilisationorwhateveritisisadvancing;thattheclerkscomeoutinblackswarmsandthevillasadvanceinredbattalions。TheotheristhatthevastestatesintowhichEnglandhaslongbeendividedarepassingoutofthehandsoftheEnglishgentryintothehandsofmenwhoarealwaysupstartsandoftenactuallyforeigners。
  Now,thesearejustthesortofthingswithwhichself-governmentwasreallysupposedtograpple。Peopleweresupposedtobeabletoindicatewhethertheywishedtoliveintownorcountry,toberepresentedbyagentlemanoracad。Idonotpresumetoprejudgetheirdecision;perhapstheywouldpreferthecad;perhapsheisreallypreferable。Isaythatthefillingofaman'snativeskywithsmokeorthesellingofhisroofoverhisheadillustratethesortofthingsheoughttohavesomesayin,ifheissupposedtobegoverninghimself。Butowingtothestrangetrendofrecentsociety,theseenormousearthquakeshehastopassoverandtreatasprivatetrivialities。Intheorythebuildingofavillaisasincidentalasthebuyingofahat。InrealityitisasifallLancashirewerelaidwastefordeerforests;orasifallBelgiumwerefloodedbythesea。Intheorythesaleofasquire'slandtoamoney-
  lenderisaminorandexceptionalnecessity。InrealityitisathinglikeaGermaninvasion。SometimesitisaGermaninvasion。
  Uponthishelplesspopulace,gazingattheseprodigiesandfates,comesroundabouteveryfiveyearsathingcalledaGeneralElection。Itisbelievedbyantiquarianstobetheremainsofsomesystemofself-
  government;butitconsistssolelyinaskingthecitizenquestionsabouteverythingexceptwhatheunderstands。TheexaminationpaperoftheElectiongenerallyconsistsofsomesuchqueriesasthese:"I。ArethegreenbiscuitseatenbythepeasantsofEasternLithuaniainyouropinionfitforhumanfood?II。ArethereligiousprofessionsofthePresidentoftheOrangeFreeStatehypocriticalorsincere?III。DoyouthinkthatthesavagesinPrusso-PortugueseEastBunyiplandareashappyandhygienicasthefortunatesavagesinFranco-BritishWestBunyipland?IV。
  DidthelostLatinChartersaidtohavebeenexactedfromHenryIII
  reservetherightoftheCrowntocreatepeers?V。WhatdoyouthinkofwhatAmericathinksofwhatMr。RooseveltthinksofwhatSirEldonGorstthinksofthestateoftheNile?VI。Detectsomedifferencebetweenthetwopersonsinfrock-coatsplacedbeforeyouatthiselection。”
  Now,itneverwassupposedinanynaturaltheoryofself-governmentthattheordinarymaninmyneighbourhoodneedanswerfantasticquestionslikethese。HeisacitizenofSouthBucks,notaneditorof'NotesandQueries'。Hewouldbe,Iseriouslybelieve,thebestjudgeofwhetherfarmsteadsorfactorychimneysshouldadornhisownsky-line,ofwhetherstupidsquiresorcleverusurersshouldgovernhisownvillage。Butthesearepreciselythethingswhichtheoligarchswillnotallowhimtotouchwithhisfinger。Instead,theyallowhimanImperialdestinyanddivinemissiontoalter,undertheirguidance,allthethingsthatheknowsnothingabout。Thenameofselfgovernmentisnoisyeverywhere:theThingisthrottled。
  Thewindsangandsplittheskylikethunderallthenightthrough;inscrapsofsleepitfilledmydreamswiththedivinediscordancesofmartyrdomandrevolt;IheardthehornofRolandandthedrumsofNapoleonandallthetonguesOfterrorwithwhichtheThinghasgoneforth:thespiritofourracealive。ButwhenIcamedowninthemorningonlyabranchortwowasbrokenoffthetreeinmygarden;andnoneofthegreatcountryhousesintheneighbourhoodwereblowndown,aswouldhavehappenediftheThinghadreallybeenabroad。