Music cannot do it, because Music (if I understand rightly) appeals
especially to the individual concerning himself and his own
aspirations. Poetry alone is the rival of Fiction, and in this
respect it takes a lower place, not because Poetry fails to teach and
interpret, but because Fiction is, and must always be, more popular.
Again, this Art teaches, like the others, by suppression and
reticence. Out of the great procession of Humanity, the _Comédie
Humaine_ which the novelist sees passing ever before his eyes, single
figures detach themselves one after the other, to be questioned,
examined, and received or rejected. This process goes on
perpetually. Humanity is so vast a field, that to one who goes about
watching men and women, and does not sit at home and evolve figures
out of his inner consciousness, there is not, and can never be, any
end or limit to the freshness and interest of these figures. It is
the work of the artist to select the figures, to suppress, to copy,
to group, and to work up the incidents which each one offers. The
daily life of the world is not dramatic--it is monotonous; the
novelist makes it dramatic by his silences, his suppressions, and his
exaggerations. No one, for example, in fiction, behaves quite in the
same way as in real life; as on the stage, if an actor unfolds and
reads a letter, the simple action is done with an exaggeration of
gesture which calls attention to the thing and to its importance, so
in romance, while nothing should be allowed which does not carry on
the story, so everything as it occurs must be accentuated, and yet
deprived of needless accessory details. The gestures of the
characters at an important juncture, their looks, their voices, may
all be noted if they help to impress the situation. Even the
weather, the wind and the rain, with some writers, have been made to
emphasise a mood or a passion of a heroine. To know how to use these
aids artistically is to the novelist exactly what to the actor is the
right presentation of a letter, the handing of a chair, even the
removal of a glove.
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