“I will answer you frankly. I should say that, in political judgment and
knowledge, there are many men in the back benches of Parliament, who are
the most admirable critics of the leading statesmen. I should say that,
in many educated, fastidious gentlemen, there are men who, in exquisite
taste and extensive knowledge, are the most admirable critics of the
popular authors. But still there is an immense difference in human value
between even a first-rate critic who does not publish his criticisms,
and even a second or third-rate statesman or author who does contribute
his quota of thought to the intellectual riches of the world.”
“Granted; but the distinction between man and man, in relation to the
public, is not mere intellect, nor mere knowledge; it is in something
else. What is it?”
“Dr Arnold, the schoolmaster, said, that as between boy and boy the
distinction was energy, perhaps it is so with men.”
“Energy! yes: but what puts the energy into movement? what makes one man
dash into fame by a harum-scarum book full of blunders and blemishes, or
a random fiery speech, of which any sound thinker would be heartily
ashamed; and what keeps back the man who could write a much better book
and make a much better speech?”
“Perhaps,” said I, ironically, “that extreme of elegant vanity, an
over-fastidious taste; perhaps that extreme of philosophical
do-nothingness, which always contemplates and never acts.”
“Possibly you are right,” answered Tracey, shaming my irony by his
urbane candour. “But why has the man this extreme of elegant vanity or
philosophical do-nothingness? Is it not, perhaps, after all, a physical
defect? the lymphatic temperament instead of the nervous-bilious?”
“You are not lymphatic,” said I, with interest; for my hobby
is—metaphysical pathology, or pathological metaphysics—“You,” said I,
“are not lymphatic; you are dark-haired, lean, and sinewy; why the deuce
should you not be energetic! it must be that infamous £60,000 which has
paralysed all your motive power.”
“Friend,” answered Tracey, “are there not some some men in the House of
Lords with more than £60,000 a year, and who could scarcely be more
energetic if they lived on 4d. a day and worked for it?”
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