us　Humanism。　　It　is　the　one　thing　that　could　make　our　own　age　great　also；　for　the　real　weakness　of　England　lies；　not　in　incomplete　armaments　or　unfortified　coasts；　not　in　the　poverty　that　creeps　through　sunless　lanes；　or　the　drunkenness　that　brawls　in　loathsome　courts；　but　simply　in　the　fact　that　her　ideals　are　emotional　and　not　intellectual。
  I　do　not　deny　that　the　intellectual　ideal　is　difficult　of　attainment；　still　less　that　it　is；　and　perhaps　will　be　for　years　to　come；　unpopular　with　the　crowd。　　It　is　so　easy　for　people　to　have　sympathy　with　suffering。　　It　is　so　difficult　for　them　to　have　sympathy　with　thought。　　Indeed；　so　little　do　ordinary　people　understand　what　thought　really　is；　that　they　seem　to　imagine　that；　when　they　have　said　that　a　theory　is　dangerous；　they　have　pronounced　its　condemnation；　whereas　it　is　only　such　theories　that　have　any　true　intellectual　value。　　An　idea　that　is　not　dangerous　is　unworthy　of　being　called　an　idea　at　all。
  ERNEST。　　Gilbert；　you　bewilder　me。　　You　have　told　me　that　all　art　is；　in　its　essence；　immoral。　　Are　you　going　to　tell　me　now　that　all　thought　is；　in　its　essence；　dangerous？
  GILBERT。　　Yes；　in　the　practical　sphere　it　is　so。　　The　security　of　society　lies　in　custom　and　unconscious　instinct；　and　the　basis　of　the　stability　of　society；　as　a　healthy　organism；　is　the　complete　absence　of　any　intelligence　amongst　its　members。　　The　great　majority　of　people　being　fully　aware　of　this；　rank　themselves　naturally　on　the　side　of　that　splendid　system　that　elevates　them　to　the　dignity　of　machines；　and　rage　so　wildly　against　the　intrusion　of　the　intellectual　faculty　into　any　question　that　concerns　life；　that　one　is　tempted　to　define　man　as　a　rational　animal　who　always　loses　his　temper　when　he　is　called　upon　to　act　in　accordance　with　the　dictates　of　reason。　　But　let　us　turn　from　the　practical　sphere；　and　say　no　more　about　the　wicked　philanthropists；　who；　indeed；　may　well　be　left　to　the　mercy　of　the　almond…eyed　sage　of　the　Yellow　River　Chuang　Tsu　the　wise；　who　has　proved　that　such　well…meaning　and　offensive　busybodies　have　destroyed　the　simple　and　spontaneous　virtue　that　there　is　in　man。　　They　are　a　wearisome　topic；　and　I　am　anxious　to　get　back　to　the　sphere　in　which　criticism　is　free。
  ERNEST。　　The　sphere　of　the　intellect？
  GILBERT。　　Yes。　　You　remember　that　I　spoke　of　the　critic　as　being　in　his　own　way　as　creative　as　the　artist；　whose　work；　indeed；　may　be　merely　of　value　in　so　far　as　it　gives　to　the　critic　a　suggestion　for　some　new　mood　of　thought　and　feeling　which　he　can　realise　with　equal；　or　perhaps　greater；　distinction　of　form；　and；　through　the　use　of　a　fresh　medium　of　expression；　make　differently　beautiful　and　more　perfect。　　Well；　you　seemed　to　be　a　little　sceptical　about　the　theory。　　But　perhaps　I　wronged　you？
  ERNEST。　　I　am　not　really　sceptical　about　it；　but　I　must　admit　that　I　feel　very　strongly　that　such　work　as　you　describe　the　critic　producing　…　and　creative　such　work　must　undoubtedly　be　admitted　to　be　…　is；　of　necessity；　purely　subjective；　whereas　the　greatest　work　is　objective　always；　objective　and　impersonal。
  GILBERT。　　The　difference　between　objective　and　subjective　work　is　one　of　external　form　merely。　　It　is　accidental；　not　essential。　　All　artistic　creation　is　absolutely　subjective。　　The　very　landscape　that　Corot　looked　at　was；　as　he　said　himself；　but　a　mood　of　his　own　mind；　and　those　great　figures　of　Greek　or　English　drama　that　seem　to　us　to　possess　an　actual　existence　of　their　own；　apart　from　the　poets　who　shaped　and　fashioned　them；　are；　in　their　ultimate　analysis；　simply　the　poets　themselves；　not　as　they　thought　they　were；　but　as　they　thought　they　were　not；　and　by　such　thinking　came　in　strange　manner；　though　but　for　a　moment；　really　so　to　be。　　For　out　of　ourselves　we　can　never　pass；　nor　can　there　be　in　creation　what　in　the　creator　was　not。　　Nay；　I　would　say　that　the　more　objective　a　creation　appears　to　be；　the　more　subjective　it　really　is。　　Shakespeare　might　have　met　Rosencrantz　and　Guildenstern　in　the　white　streets　of　London；　or　seen　the　serving…men　of　rival　houses　bite　their　thumbs　at　each　other　in　the　open　square；　but　Hamlet　came　out　of　his　soul；　and　Romeo　out　of　his　passion。　　They　were　elements　of　his　nature　to　which　he　gave　visible　form；　impulses　that　stirred　so　strongly　within　him　that　he　had；　as　it　were　perforce；　to　suffer　them　to　realise　their　energy；　not　on　the　lower　plane　of　actual　life；　where　they　would　have　been　trammelled　and　constrained　and　so　made　imperfect；　but　on　that　imaginative　plane　of　art　where　Love　can　indeed　find　in　Death　its　rich　fulfilment；　where　one　can　stab　the　eavesdropper　behind　the　arras；　and　wrestle　in　a　new…made　grave；　and　make　a　guilty　king　drink　his　own　hurt；　and　see　one's　father's　spirit；　beneath　the　glimpses　of　the　moon；　stalking　in　complete　steel　from　misty　wall　to　wall。　　Action　being　limited　would　have　left　Shakespeare　unsatisfied　and　unexpressed；　and；　just　as　it　is　because　he　did　nothing　that　he　has　been　able　to　achieve　everything；　so　it　is　because　he　never　speaks　to　us　of　himself　in　his　plays　that　his　plays　reveal　him　to　us　absolutely；　and　show　us　his　true　nature　and　temperament　far　more　completely　than　do　those　strange　and　exquisite　sonnets；　even；　in　which　he　bares　to　crystal　eyes　the　secret　closet　of　his　heart。　　Yes；　the　objective　form　is　the　most　subjective　in　matter。　　Man　is　least　himself　when　he　talks　in　his　own　person。　　Give　him　a　mask；　and　he　will　tell　you　the　truth。
  ERNEST。　　The　critic；　then；　being　limited　to　the　subjective　form；　will　necessarily　be　less　able　fully　to　express　himself　than　the　artist；　who　has　always　at　his　disposal　the　forms　that　are　impersonal　and　objective。
  GILBERT。　　Not　necessarily；　and　certainly　not　at　all　if　he　recognises　that　each　mode　of　criticism　is；　in　its　highest　development；　simply　a　mood；　and　that　we　are　never　more　true　to　ourselves　than　when　we　are　inconsistent。　　The　aesthetic　critic；　constant　only　to　the　principle　of　beauty　in　all　things；　will　ever　be　looking　for　fresh　impressions；　winning　from　the　various　schools　the　secret　of　their　charm；　bowing；　it　may　be；　before　foreign　altars；　or　smiling；　if　it　be　his　fancy；　at　strange　new　gods。　　What　other　people　call　one's　past　has；　no　doubt；　everything　to　do　with　them；　but　has　absolutely　nothing　to　do　with　oneself。　　The　man　who　regards　his　past　is　a　man　who　deserves　to　have　no　future　to　look　forward　to。　　When　one　has　found　expression　for　a　mood；　one　has　done　with　it。　　You　laugh；　but　believe　me　it　is　so。　　Yesterday　it　was　Realism　that　charmed　one。　　One　gained　from　it　that　NOUVEAU　FRISSON　which　it　was　its　aim　to　produce。　　One　analysed　it；　explained　it；　and　wearied　of　it。　　At　sunset　came　the　LUMINISTE　in　painting；　and　the　SYMBOLISTE　in　poetry；　and　the　spirit　of　mediaevalism；　that　spirit　which　belongs　not　to　time　but　to　temperament；　woke　suddenly　in　wounded　Russia；　and　stirred　us　for　a　moment　by　the　terrible　fascination　of　pain。　　To…day　the　cry　is　for　Romance；　and　already　the　leaves　are　tremulous　in　the　valley；　and　on　the　purple　hill…tops　walks　Beauty　with　slim　gilded　feet。　　The　old　modes　of　creation　linger；　of　course。　　The　artists　reproduce　either　themselves　or　each　other；　with　wearisome　iteration。　　But　Criticism　is　always　moving　on；　and　the　critic　is　always　developing。
  Nor；　again；　is　the　critic　really　limited　to　the　subjective　form　of　expression。　　The　method　of　the　drama　is　his；　as　well　as　the　method　of　the　epos。　　He　may　use　dialogue；　as　he　did　who　set　Milton　talking　to　Marvel　on　the　nature　of　comedy　and　tragedy；　and　made　Sidney　and　Lord　Brooke　discourse　on　letters　beneath　the　Penshurst　oaks；　or　adopt　narration；　as　Mr。　Pater　is　fond　of　doing；　each　of　whose　Imaginary　Portraits　…　is　not　that　the　title　of　the　book？　…　presents　to　us；　under　the　fanciful　guise　of　fiction；　some　fine　and　exquisite　piece　of　criticism；　one　on　the　painter　Watteau；　another　on　the　philosophy　of　Spinoza；　a　third　on　the　Pagan　elements　of　the　early　Renaissance；　and　the　last；　and　in　some　respects　the　most　suggestive；　on　the　source　of　that　Aufklarung；　that　enlightening　which　dawned　on　Germany　in　the　last　century；　and　to　which　our　own　culture　owes　so　great　a　debt。　　Dialogue；　certainly；　that　wonderful　literary　form　which；　from　Plato　to　Lucian；　and　from　Lucian　to　Giordano　Bruno；　and　from　Bruno　to　that　grand　old　Pagan　in　whom　Carlyle　took　such　delight；　the　creative　critics　of　the　world　have　always　employed；　can　never　lose　for　the　thinker　its　attraction　as　a　mode　of　expression。　　By　its　means　he　can　both　reveal　and　conceal　himself；　and　give　form　to　every　fancy；　and　reality　to　every　mood。　By　its　means　he　can　exhibit　the　object　from　each　point　of　view；　and　show　it　to　us　in　the　round；　as　a　sculptor　shows　us　things；　gaining　in　this　manner　all　the　richness　and　reality　of　effect　that　comes　from　those　side　issues　that　are　suddenly　suggested　by　the　central　idea　in　its　progress；　and　really　illumine　the　idea　more　completely；　or　from　those　felicitous　after…thoughts　that　give　a　fuller　completeness　to　the　central　scheme；　and　yet　convey　something　of　the　delicate　charm　of　chance。
  ERNEST。　　By　its　means；　too；　he　can　invent　an　imaginary　antagonist；　and　convert　him　when　he　chooses　by　some　absurdly　sophistical　argument。
  GILBERT。　　Ah！　it　is　so　easy　to　convert　others。　　It　is　so　difficult　to　convert　oneself。　　To　ar