CHAPTER XVIII

LIMITATIONS OF BEAUTY

An analogy is to be seen at the theatre in the reception of the

public's favourite actors: the spectators are no longer conscious of

the beauty or ugliness which the actors have in reality. Lekain, for

all his remarkable ugliness, had a harvest of broken hearts--Garrick

also. There are several reasons for this; the principal being that it

was no longer the actual beauty of their features or their ways which

people saw, but emphatically that which imagination was long since used

to lend them, as a return for, and in memory of, all the pleasure they

had given it. Why, take a comedian--his face alone raises a laugh as he

first walks on.

A girl going for the first time to the Français would perhaps feel some

antipathy to Lekain during the first scene; but soon he was making her

weep or shiver--and how resist him as Tancrède[1] or Orosmane?

If his ugliness were still a little visible to her eyes, the fervour

of an entire audience, and the nervous effect produced upon a young

heart,[2] soon managed to eclipse

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it. If anything was still heard about his ugliness, it was mere talk;

but not a word of it--Lekain's lady enthusiasts could be heard to

exclaim "He's lovely!"

Remember that beauty is the expression of character, or, put

differently, of moral habits, and that consequently it is exempt from

all passion. Now it is passion that we want. Beauty can only supply us

with probabilities about a woman, and probabilities, moreover, based on

her capacity for self-possession; while the glances of your mistress

with her small-pox scars are a delightful reality, which destroys all

the probabilities in the world.

[1] See Madame de Staël in _Delphine_, I think; there you have the

artifice of plain women.

[2] I should be inclined to attribute to this nervous sympathy the

prodigious and incomprehensible effect of fashionable music. (Sympathy

at Dresden for Rossini, 1821.) As soon as it is out of fashion, it

becomes no worse for that, and yet it ceases to have any effect upon

perfectly ingenuous girls. Perhaps it used to please them, as also

stimulating young men to fervour.

Madame de Sévigné says to her daughter (Letter 202, May 6, 1672):

"Lully surpassed himself in his royal music; that beautiful _Miserere_

was still further enlarged: there was a _Libera_ at which all eyes were

full of tears."

It is as impossible to doubt the truth of this effect, as to refuse wit

or refinement to Madame de Sévigné. Lully's music, which charmed her,

would make us run away at present; in her day, his music encouraged

crystallisation--it makes it impossible in ours.

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