Dreamthorp : $b A book of essays written in the countrySmith, Alexander
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Dreamthorp : $b A book of essays written in the country
Smith, Alexander
Essays
should not grudge him his meed. It is in this indirect way that great
writers take their place among the forces of the world. In the long
run, genius and wit side with the right cause. And the man fighting
against wrong to-day is assisted, in a greater degree than perhaps he
is himself aware, by the sarcasm of this writer, the metaphor of that,
the song of the other, although the writers themselves professed
indifference, or were even counted as belonging to the enemy.
Montaigne's hold on his readers arises from many causes. There is his
frank and curious self-delineation; _that_ interests, because it is the
revelation of a very peculiar nature. Then there is the positive value
of separate thoughts imbedded in his strange whimsicality and humour.
Lastly, there is the perennial charm of style, which is never a
separate quality, but rather the amalgam and issue of all the mental
and moral qualities in a man's possession, and which bears the same
relation to these that light bears to the mingled elements that make up
the orb of the sun. And style, after all, rather than thought, is the
immortal thing in literature. In literature, the charm of style is
indefinable, yet all-subduing, just as fine manners are in social life.
In reality, it is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you
say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single
irradiating word. "But Shadwell never _deviates_ into sense," for
instance. Young Roscius, in his provincial barn, will repeat you the
great soliloquy of Hamlet, and although every word may be given with
tolerable correctness, you find it just as commonplace as himself; the
great actor speaks it, and you "read Shakspeare as by a flash of
lightning." And it is in Montaigne's style, in the strange freaks and
turnings of his thought, his constant surprises, his curious
alternations of humour and melancholy, his careless, familiar form of
address, and the grace with which everything is done, that his charm
lies, and which makes the hundredth perusal of him as pleasant as the
first.
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