Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of LifeDreiser, Theodore
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Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of Life
Dreiser, Theodore
American essays -- 20th century
The truth no doubt is that in this much-maligned impulse which chemical
forces beyond and above the willing of men are compounding lies the
destiny of man (if he has one), only we are not as yet able to fathom
that destiny. Here we come, bottles of fluid dynamite (prepared by what
satiric super-soul, and why?), and somewhere in the world is, or may be,
another compound which will set us aflame--and we are supposed to
connect this with a narrow religious order or theory! I will admit that
for the necessities of social arrangement and relationship here, the
necessary balances and inter-adjustments that go to make up a workable
society of beings, some form of equation between the less and more avid
sexually, the too hot and the too cold, must be and is struck,
willy-nilly and regardless of individual or man’s moral theory. But by
what rule and rote? Is there so-called “justice” in it, or “reason,” or
a fixed social order or method of procedure? We see that in spite of our
fixed methods of moral procedure the tragedies continue, the waves and
flames of morality and immorality come and go. Our divorce rate! Our sex
tragedies and districts! And what guide has the individual? The Golden
Rule? A more liberal method of adjustment? In the past, Nature has
tolerated polygamy, polyandry and an abbreviated monogamy, and may do so
again. The stress and strain which the present social arrangements show
are almost premonitory.
But one thing is certain: no hard-and-fast rule governing this impulse
has worked with accuracy for any given length of time, anywhere. If
there are discovered or discoverable rules for its control and best
management in the interest of the race and so in the interest of the
Creator they have not yet been announced. We hear of the duty of
preserving the sanctity of the home, maintaining a wife and raising a
family according to the monogamic theory. Well and good. But, outside of
raising endless children to be slain in wars, vegetated in a routine
factory life, worn threadbare in a vast and internecine struggle for
existence, there is not so much to be said for that, either. Routine
home life, even an artistic breeding-pen, can scarcely be the be-all and
end-all of human existence, any more than may unrestrained license. And
however comfortable or admirable or encouraging the average home may be
to given individuals, it is not necessarily so to all. There are those
who find it confining, destroying. And, again, religionists and
theorists, moral and otherwise, as well as the great greedy syndics and
master minds in business or politics, prey upon the fruit of the home
and collect “spiritual” and material taxes and establish “spiritual” as
well as material autocracies or over-lordships which in no wise make for
sex morality any more than for the forces which destroy it. Vice,
suborned by the wealthy and powerful, as well as the avid and perverse
among the weak, feeds upon the fruit of the so-called moral home. The
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