Lay Morals, and Other PapersStevenson, Robert Louis
Philosophy
Lay Morals, and Other Papers
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Essays; Short stories
common weakness is the best master of ceremonies in our quadrangle: a
mutual vice is the readiest introduction. The studious associate with
the studious alone—the dandies with the dandies. There is nothing to
force them to rub shoulders with the others; and so they grow day by day
more wedded to their own original opinions and affections. They see
through the same spectacles continually. All broad sentiments, all real
catholic humanity expires; and the mind gets gradually stiffened into one
position—becomes so habituated to a contracted atmosphere, that it
shudders and withers under the least draught of the free air that
circulates in the general field of mankind.
Specialism in Society then is, we think, one cause of our present state.
Specialism in study is another. We doubt whether this has ever been a
good thing since the world began; but we are sure it is much worse now
than it was. Formerly, when a man became a specialist, it was out of
affection for his subject. With a somewhat grand devotion he left all
the world of Science to follow his true love; and he contrived to find
that strange pedantic interest which inspired the man who
‘Settled _Hoti’s_ business—let it be—
Properly based _Oun—_
Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic _De_,
Dead from the waist down.’
Nowadays it is quite different. Our pedantry wants even the saving
clause of Enthusiasm. The election is now matter of necessity and not of
choice. Knowledge is now too broad a field for your Jack-of-all-Trades;
and, from beautifully utilitarian reasons, he makes his choice, draws his
pen through a dozen branches of study, and behold—John the Specialist.
That this is the way to be wealthy we shall not deny; but we hold that it
is _not_ the way to be healthy or wise. The whole mind becomes narrowed
and circumscribed to one ‘punctual spot’ of knowledge. A rank unhealthy
soil breeds a harvest of prejudices. Feeling himself above others in his
one little branch—in the classification of toadstools, or Carthaginian
history—he waxes great in his own eyes and looks down on others. Having
all his sympathies educated in one way, they die out in every other; and
he is apt to remain a peevish, narrow, and intolerant bigot. Dilettante
is now a term of reproach; but there is a certain form of dilettantism to
which no one can object. It is this that we want among our students. We
wish them to abandon no subject until they have seen and felt its
merit—to act under a general interest in all branches of knowledge, not a
commercial eagerness to excel in one.
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