man and superman-第4部分

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impersonal；　as　irresistible　as　her　own；　and　the　clash　is
sometimes　tragic。　When　it　is　complicated　by　the　genius　being　a
woman；　then　the　game　is　one　for　a　king　of　critics：　your　George
Sand　becomes　a　mother　to　gain　experience　for　the　novelist　and　to
develop　her；　and　gobbles　up　men　of　genius；　Chopins；　Mussets　and
the　like；　as　mere　hors　d'oeuvres。

I　state　the　extreme　case；　of　course；　but　what　is　true　of　the
great　man　who　incarnates　the　philosophic　consciousness　of　Life
and　the　woman　who　incarnates　its　fecundity；　is　true　in　some
degree　of　all　geniuses　and　all　women。　Hence　it　is　that　the
world's　books　get　written；　its　pictures　painted；　its　statues
modelled；　its　symphonies　composed；　by　people　who　are　free　of　the
otherwise　universal　dominion　of　the　tyranny　of　sex。　Which　leads
us　to　the　conclusion；　astonishing　to　the　vulgar；　that　art；
instead　of　being　before　all　things　the　expression　of　the　normal
sexual　situation；　is　really　the　only　department　in　which　sex　is　a
superseded　and　secondary　power；　with　its　consciousness　so
confused　and　its　purpose　so　perverted；　that　its　ideas　are　mere
fantasy　to　common　men。　Whether　the　artist　becomes　poet　or
philosopher；　moralist　or　founder　of　a　religion；　his　sexual
doctrine　is　nothing　but　a　barren　special　pleading　for　pleasure；
excitement；　and　knowledge　when　he　is　young；　and　for　contemplative
tranquillity　when　he　is　old　and　satiated。　Romance　and　Asceticism；
Amorism　and　Puritanism　are　equally　unreal　in　the　great　Philistine
world。　The　world　shown　us　in　books；　whether　the　books　be
confessed　epics　or　professed　gospels；　or　in　codes；　or　in
political　orations；　or　in　philosophic　systems；　is　not　the　main
world　at　all：　it　is　only　the　self…consciousness　of　certain
abnormal　people　who　have　the　specific　artistic　talent　and
temperament。　A　serious　matter　this　for　you　and　me；　because　the
man　whose　consciousness　does　not　correspond　to　that　of　the
majority　is　a　madman；　and　the　old　habit　of　worshipping　madmen　is
giving　way　to　the　new　habit　of　locking　them　up。　And　since　what　we
call　education　and　culture　is　for　the　most　part　nothing　but　the
substitution　of　reading　for　experience；　of　literature　for　life；
of　the　obsolete　fictitious　for　the　contemporary　real；　education；
as　you　no　doubt　observed　at　Oxford；　destroys；　by　supplantation；
every　mind　that　is　not　strong　enough　to　see　through　the　imposture
and　to　use　the　great　Masters　of　Arts　as　what　they　really　are　and
no　more：　that　is；　patentees　of　highly　questionable　methods　of
thinking；　and　manufacturers　of　highly　questionable；　and　for　the
majority　but　half　valid　representations　of　life。　The　schoolboy
who　uses　his　Homer　to　throw　at　his　fellow's　head　makes　perhaps
the　safest　and　most　rational　use　of　him；　and　I　observe　with
reassurance　that　you　occasionally　do　the　same；　in　your　prime；
with　your　Aristotle。

Fortunately　for　us；　whose　minds　have　been　so　overwhelmingly
sophisticated　by　literature；　what　produces　all　these　treatises
and　poems　and　scriptures　of　one　sort　or　another　is　the　struggle
of　Life　to　become　divinely　conscious　of　itself　instead　of　blindly
stumbling　hither　and　thither　in　the　line　of　least　resistance。
Hence　there　is　a　driving　towards　truth　in　all　books　on　matters
where　the　writer；　though　exceptionally　gifted　is　normally
constituted；　and　has　no　private　axe　to　grind。　Copernicus　had　no
motive　for　misleading　his　fellowmen　as　to　the　place　of　the　sun　in
the　solar　system：　he　looked　for　it　as　honestly　as　a　shepherd
seeks　his　path　in　a　mist。　But　Copernicus　would　not　have　written
love　stories　scientifically。　When　it　comes　to　sex　relations；　the
man　of　genius　does　not　share　the　common　man's　danger　of　capture；
nor　the　woman　of　genius　the　common　woman's　overwhelming
specialization。　And　that　is　why　our　scriptures　and　other　art
works；　when　they　deal　with　love；　turn　from　honest　attempts　at
science　in　physics　to　romantic　nonsense；　erotic　ecstasy；　or　the
stern　asceticism　of　satiety　（〃the　road　of　excess　leads　to　the
palace　of　wisdom〃　said　William　Blake；　for　〃you　never　know　what　is
enough　unless　you　know　what　is　more　than　enough〃）。

There　is　a　political　aspect　of　this　sex　question　which　is　too　big
for　my　comedy；　and　too　momentous　to　be　passed　over　without
culpable　frivolity。　It　is　impossible　to　demonstrate　that　the
initiative　in　sex　transactions　remains　with　Woman；　and　has　been
confirmed　to　her；　so　far；　more　and　more　by　the　suppression　of
rapine　and　discouragement　of　importunity；　without　being　driven　to
very　serious　reflections　on　the　fact　that　this　initiative　is
politically　the　most　important　of　all　the　initiatives；　because
our　political　experiment　of　democracy；　the　last　refuge　of　cheap
misgovernment；　will　ruin　us　if　our　citizens　are　ill　bred。

When　we　two　were　born；　this　country　was　still　dominated　by　a
selected　class　bred　by　political　marriages。　The　commercial　class
had　not　then　completed　the　first　twenty…five　years　of　its　new
share　of　political　power；　and　it　was　itself　selected　by　money
qualification；　and　bred；　if　not　by　political　marriage；　at　least
by　a　pretty　rigorous　class　marriage。　Aristocracy　and　plutocracy
still　furnish　the　figureheads　of　politics；　but　they　are　now
dependent　on　the　votes　of　the　promiscuously　bred　masses。　And
this；　if　you　please；　at　the　very　moment　when　the　political
problem；　having　suddenly　ceased　to　mean　a　very　limited　and
occasional　interference；　mostly　by　way　of　jobbing　public
appointments；　in　the　mismanagement　of　a　tight　but　parochial
little　island；　with　occasional　meaningless　prosecution　of
dynastic　wars；　has　become　the　industrial　reorganization　of
Britain；　the　construction　of　a　practically　international
Commonwealth；　and　the　partition　of　the　whole　of　Africa　and
perhaps　the　whole　of　Asia　by　the　civilized　Powers。　Can　you
believe　that　the　people　whose　conceptions　of　society　and　conduct；
whose　power　of　attention　and　scope　of　interest；　are　measured　by
the　British　theatre　as　you　know　it　to…day；　can　either　handle　this
colossal　task　themselves；　or　understand　and　support　the　sort　of
mind　and　character　that　is　（at　least　comparatively）　capable　of
handling　it？　For　remember：　what　our　voters　are　in　the　pit　and
gallery　they　are　also　in　the　polling　booth。　We　are　all　now　under
what　Burke　called　〃the　hoofs　of　the　swinish　multitude。〃　Burke's
language　gave　great　offence　because　the　implied　exceptions　to　its
universal　application　made　it　a　class　insult；　and　it　certainly
was　not　for　the　pot　to　call　the　kettle　black。　The　aristocracy　he
defended；　in　spite　of　the　political　marriages　by　which　it　tried
to　secure　breeding　for　itself；　had　its　mind　undertrained　by　silly
schoolmasters　and　governesses；　its　character　corrupted　by
gratuitous　luxury；　its　self…respect　adulterated　to　complete
spuriousness　by　flattery　and　flunkeyism。　It　is　no　better　to…day
and　never　will　be　any　better：　our　very　peasants　have　something
morally　hardier　in　them　that　culminates　occasionally　in　a　Bunyan；
a　Burns；　or　a　Carlyle。　But　observe；　this　aristocracy；　which　was
overpowered　from　1832　to　1885　by　the　middle　class；　has　come　back
to　power　by　the　votes　of　〃the　swinish　multitude。〃　Tom　Paine　has
triumphed　over　Edmund　Burke；　and　the　swine　are　now　courted
electors。　How　many　of　their　own　class　have　these　electors　sent　to
parliament？　Hardly　a　dozen　out　of　670；　and　these　only　under　the
persuasion　of　conspicuous　personal　qualifications　and　popular
eloquence。　The　multitude　thus　pronounces　judgment　on　its　own
units：　it　admits　itself　unfit　to　govern；　and　will　vote　only　for　a
man　morphologically　and　generically　transfigured　by　palatial
residence　and　equipage；　by　transcendent　tailoring；　by　the　glamor
of　aristocratic　kinship。　Well；　we　two　know　these　transfigured
persons；　these　college　passmen；　these　well　groomed　monocular
Algys　and　Bobbies；　these　cricketers　to　whom　age　brings　golf
instead　of　wisdom；　these　plutocratic　products　of　〃the　nail　and
sarspan　business　as　he　got　his　money　by。〃　Do　you　know　whether　to
laugh　or　cry　at　the　notion　that　they；　poor　devils！　will　drive　a
team　of　continents　as　they　drive　a　four…in…hand；　turn　a　jostling
anarchy　of　casual　trade　and　speculation　into　an　ordered
productivity；　and　federate　our　colonies　into　a　world…Power　of　the
first　magnitude？　Give　these　people　the　most　perfect　political
constitution　and　the　soundest　political　program　that　benevolent
omniscience　can　devise　for　them；　and　they　will　interpret　it　into
mere　fashionable　folly　or　canting　charity　as　infallibly　as　a
savage　converts　the　philosophical　theology　of　a　Scotch　missionary
into　crude　African　idolatry。

I　do　not　know　whether　you　have　any　illusions　left　on　the　subject
of　education；　progress；　and　so　forth。　I　have　none。　Any
pamphleteer　can　show　the　way　to　better　things；　but　when　there　is
no　will　there　is　no　way。　My　nurse　was　fond　of　remarking　that　you
cannot　make　a　silk　purse　out　of　a　sow's　ear；　and　the　more　I　see
of　the　efforts　of　our　churches　and　universities　and　literary
sages　to　raise　the　mass　above　its　own　level；　the　more　convinced　I
am　that　my　nurse　was　right。　Progress　can　do　nothing　but　make　the
most　of　us　all　as　we　are；　and　that　most　would　clearly　not　be
enough　even　if　those　who　are　already　raised　out　of　the　lowest
abysses　would　allow　the　others　a　chance。　The　bubble　of　Heredity
has　been　pricked：　the　certainty　that　acquirements　are　negligible
as　elements　in　practical　heredity　has　demolished　the　hopes　of　the
educationists　as　well　as　the　terrors　of　the　degeneracy　mongers；
and　we　know　now　that　there　is　no　hereditary　〃governing　class〃　any
more　than　a　hereditary　hooliganism。　We　must　either　breed
political　capacity　or　be　ruined　by　Democracy；　which　was　forced　on
us　by　the　failure　of　the　older　alternatives。　Yet　if　Despotism
failed　only　for　want　of　a　capable　benevolent　despot；　what　chance
has　Democracy；　which　requires　a　whole　population　of　capable
voters：　that　is；　of　political　critics　who；　if　they　cannot　govern
in　person　for　lack　of　spare　energy　or　specific　talent　for
administration；　can　at　least　recognize　and　appreciate　capacity
and　benevolence　in　others；　and　so　govern　through　capably
benevolent　representatives？　Where　are　such　voters　to　be　found
to…day？　Nowhere。　Promiscuous　breeding　has　produced　a　weakness　of
character　that　is　too　timid　to　face　the　full　stringency　of　a
thoroughly　competitive　st