is　no　longer　misunderstood　as　mere　Casanovism。　Don　Juan　himself
  is　almost　ascetic　in　his　desire　to　avoid　that　misunderstanding；
  and　so　my　attempt　to　bring　him　up　to　date　by　launching　him　as　a
  modern　Englishman　into　a　modern　English　environment　has　produced
  a　figure　superficially　quite　unlike　the　hero　of　Mozart。
  And　yet　I　have　not　the　heart　to　disappoint　you　wholly　of　another
  glimpse　of　the　Mozartian　dissoluto　punito　and　his　antagonist　the
  statue。　I　feel　sure　you　would　like　to　know　more　of　that　statue
  to　draw　him　out　when　he　is　off　duty；　so　to　speak。　To　gratify　you；
  I　have　resorted　to　the　trick　of　the　strolling　theatrical　manager
  who　advertizes　the　pantomime　of　Sinbad　the　Sailor　with　a　stock　of
  second…hand　picture　posters　designed　for　Ali　Baba。　He　simply
  thrusts　a　few　oil　jars　into　the　valley　of　diamonds；　and　so
  fulfils　the　promise　held　out　by　the　hoardings　to　the　public　eye。
  I　have　adapted　this　simple　device　to　our　occasion　by　thrusting
  into　my　perfectly　modern　three…act　play　a　totally　extraneous　act
  in　which　my　hero；　enchanted　by　the　air　of　the　Sierra；　has　a　dream
  in　which　his　Mozartian　ancestor　appears　and　philosophizes　at
  great　length　in　a　Shavio…Socratic　dialogue　with　the　lady；　the
  statue；　and　the　devil。
  But　this　pleasantry　is　not　the　essence　of　the　play。　Over　this
  essence　I　have　no　control。　You　propound　a　certain　social
  substance；　sexual　attraction　to　wit；　for　dramatic　distillation；
  and　I　distil　it　for　you。　I　do　not　adulterate　the　product　with
  aphrodisiacs　nor　dilute　it　with　romance　and　water；　for　I　am
  merely　executing　your　commission；　not　producing　a　popular　play
  for　the　market。　You　must　therefore　（unless；　like　most　wise　men；
  you　read　the　play　first　and　the　preface　afterwards）　prepare
  yourself　to　face　a　trumpery　story　of　modern　London　life；　a　life
  in　which；　as　you　know；　the　ordinary　man's　main　business　is　to　get
  means　to　keep　up　the　position　and　habits　of　a　gentleman；　and　the
  ordinary　woman's　business　is　to　get　married。　In　9；999　cases　out
  of　10；000；　you　can　count　on　their　doing　nothing；　whether　noble
  or　base；　that　conflicts　with　these　ends；　and　that　assurance　is
  what　you　rely　on　as　their　religion；　their　morality；　their
  principles；　their　patriotism；　their　reputation；　their　honor　and
  so　forth。
  On　the　whole；　this　is　a　sensible　and　satisfactory　foundation　for
  society。　Money　means　nourishment　and　marriage　means　children；　and
  that　men　should　put　nourishment　first　and　women　children　first
  is；　broadly　speaking；　the　law　of　Nature　and　not　the　dictate　of
  personal　ambition。　The　secret　of　the　prosaic　man's　success；　such
  as　it　is；　is　the　simplicity　with　which　he　pursues　these　ends：　the
  secret　of　the　artistic　man's　failure；　such　as　that　is；　is　the
  versatility　with　which　he　strays　in　all　directions　after
  secondary　ideals。　The　artist　is　either　a　poet　or　a　scallawag：　as
  poet；　he　cannot　see；　as　the　prosaic　man　does；　that　chivalry　is　at
  bottom　only　romantic　suicide：　as　scallawag；　he　cannot　see　that　it
  does　not　pay　to　spunge　and　beg　and　lie　and　brag　and　neglect　his
  person。　Therefore　do　not　misunderstand　my　plain　statement　of　the
  fundamental　constitution　of　London　society　as　an　Irishman's
  reproach　to　your　nation。　From　the　day　I　first　set　foot　on　this
  foreign　soil　I　knew　the　value　of　the　prosaic　qualities　of　which
  Irishmen　teach　Englishmen　to　be　ashamed　as　well　as　I　knew　the
  vanity　of　the　poetic　qualities　of　which　Englishmen　teach　Irishmen
  to　be　proud。　For　the　Irishman　instinctively　disparages　the
  quality　which　makes　the　Englishman　dangerous　to　him；　and　the
  Englishman　instinctively　flatters　the　fault　that　makes　the
  Irishman　harmless　and　amusing　to　him。　What　is　wrong　with　the
  prosaic　Englishman　is　what　is　wrong　with　the　prosaic　men　of　all
  countries：　stupidity。　The　vitality　which　places　nourishment　and
  children　first；　heaven　and　hell　a　somewhat　remote　second；　and　the
  health　of　society　as　an　organic　whole　nowhere；　may　muddle
  successfully　through　the　comparatively　tribal　stages　of
  gregariousness；　but　in　nineteenth　century　nations　and　twentieth
  century　empires　the　determination　of　every　man　to　be　rich　at　all
  costs；　and　of　every　woman　to　be　married　at　all　costs；　must；
  without　a　highly　scientific　social　organization；　produce　a
  ruinous　development　of　poverty；　celibacy；　prostitution；　infant
  mortality；　adult　degeneracy；　and　everything　that　wise　men　most
  dread。　In　short；　there　is　no　future　for　men；　however　brimming
  with　crude　vitality；　who　are　neither　intelligent　nor　politically
  educated　enough　to　be　Socialists。　So　do　not　misunderstand　me　in
  the　other　direction　either：　if　I　appreciate　the　vital　qualities
  of　the　Englishman　as　I　appreciate　the　vital　qualities　of　the　bee；
  I　do　not　guarantee　the　Englishman　against　being；　like　the　bee　（or
  the　Canaanite）　smoked　out　and　unloaded　of　his　honey　by　beings
  inferior　to　himself　in　simple　acquisitiveness；　combativeness；　and
  fecundity；　but　superior　to　him　in　imagination　and　cunning。
  The　Don　Juan　play；　however；　is　to　deal　with　sexual　attraction；
  and　not　with　nutrition；　and　to　deal　with　it　in　a　society　in　which
  the　serious　business　of　sex　is　left　by　men　to　women；　as　the
  serious　business　of　nutrition　is　left　by　women　to　men。　That　the
  men；　to　protect　themselves　against　a　too　aggressive　prosecution
  of　the　women's　business；　have　set　up　a　feeble　romantic　convention
  that　the　initiative　in　sex　business　must　always　come　from　the
  man；　is　true；　but　the　pretence　is　so　shallow　that　even　in　the
  theatre；　that　last　sanctuary　of　unreality；　it　imposes　only　on　the
  inexperienced。　In　Shakespear's　plays　the　woman　always　takes　the
  initiative。　In　his　problem　plays　and　his　popular　plays　alike　the
  love　interest　is　the　interest　of　seeing　the　woman　hunt　the　man
  down。　She　may　do　it　by　blandishment；　like　Rosalind；　or　by
  stratagem；　like　Mariana；　but　in　every　case　the　relation　between
  the　woman　and　the　man　is　the　same：　she　is　the　pursuer　and
  contriver；　he　the　pursued　and　disposed　of。　　When　she　is　baffled；
  like　Ophelia；　she　goes　mad　and　commits　suicide；　and　the　man　goes
  straight　from　her　funeral　to　a　fencing　match。　No　doubt　Nature；
  with　very　young　creatures；　may　save　the　woman　the　trouble　of
  scheming：　Prospero　knows　that　he　has　only　to　throw　Ferdinand　and
  Miranda　together　and　they　will　mate　like　a　pair　of　doves；　and
  there　is　no　need　for　Perdita　to　capture　Florizel　as　the　lady
  doctor　in　All's　Well　That　Ends　Well　（an　early　Ibsenite　heroine）
  captures　Bertram。　But　the　mature　cases　all　illustrate　the
  Shakespearian　law。　The　one　apparent　exception；　Petruchio；　is　not
  a　real　one：　he　is　most　carefully　characterized　as　a　purely
  commercial　matrimonial　adventurer。　Once　he　is　assured　that
  Katharine　has　money；　he　undertakes　to　marry　her　before　he　has
  seen　her。　In　real　life　we　find　not　only　Petruchios；　but
  Mantalinis　and　Dobbins　who　pursue　women　with　appeals　to　their
  pity　or　jealousy　or　vanity；　or　cling　to　them　in　a　romantically
  infatuated　way。　Such　effeminates　do　not　count　in　the　world
  scheme：　even　Bunsby　dropping　like　a　fascinated　bird　into　the　jaws
  of　Mrs　MacStinger　is　by　comparison　a　true　tragic　object　of　pity
  and　terror。　I　find　in　my　own　plays　that　Woman；　projecting　herself
  dramatically　by　my　hands　（a　process　over　which　I　assure　you　I
  have　no　more　real　control　than　I　have　over　my　wife）；　behaves　just
  as　Woman　did　in　the　plays　of　Shakespear。
  And　so　your　Don　Juan　has　come　to　birth　as　a　stage　projection　of
  the　tragi…comic　love　chase　of　the　man　by　the　woman；　and　my　Don
  Juan　is　the　quarry　instead　of　the　huntsman。　Yet　he　is　a　true　Don
  Juan；　with　a　sense　of　reality　that　disables　convention；　defying
  to　the　last　the　fate　which　finally　overtakes　him。　The　woman's
  need　of　him　to　enable　her　to　carry　on　Nature's　most　urgent　work；
  does　not　prevail　against　him　until　his　resistance　gathers　her
  energy　to　a　climax　at　which　she　dares　to　throw　away　her　customary
  exploitations　of　the　conventional　affectionate　and　dutiful　poses；
  and　claim　him　by　natural　right　for　a　purpose　that　far　transcends
  their　mortal　personal　purposes。
  Among　the　friends　to　whom　I　have　read　this　play　in　manuscript　are
  some　of　our　own　sex　who　are　shocked　at　the　〃unscrupulousness；〃
  meaning　the　total　disregard　of　masculine　fastidiousness；　with
  which　the　woman　pursues　her　purpose。　It　does　not　occur　to　them
  that　if　women　were　as　fastidious　as　men；　morally　or　physically；
  there　would　be　an　end　of　the　race。　Is　there　anything　meaner
  then　to　throw　necessary　work　upon　other　people　and　then　disparage
  it　as　unworthy　and　indelicate。　We　laugh　at　the　haughty　American
  nation　because　it　makes　the　negro　clean　its　boots　and　then　proves
  the　moral　and　physical　inferiority　of　the　negro　by　the　fact　that
  he　is　a　shoeblack；　but　we　ourselves　throw　the　whole　drudgery　of
  creation　on　one　sex；　and　then　imply　that　no　female　of　any
  womanliness　or　delicacy　would　initiate　any　effort　in　that
  direction。　There　are　no　limits　to　male　hypocrisy　in　this　matter。
  No　doubt　there　are　moments　when　man's　sexual　immunities　are　made
  acutely　humiliating　to　him。　When　the　terrible　moment　of　birth
  arrives；　its　supreme　importance　and　its　superhuman　effort　and
  peril；　in　which　the　father　has　no　part；　dwarf　him　into　the
  meanest　insignificance：　he　slinks　out　of　the　way　of　the　humblest
  petticoat；　happy　if　he　be　poor　enough　to　be　pu