SECTION 23. No man can see _over his own height._ Let me explain what

I mean.

You cannot see in another man any more than you have in yourself; and

your own intelligence strictly determines the extent to which he comes

within its grasp. If your intelligence is of a very low order, mental

qualities in another, even though they be of the highest kind,

will have no effect at all upon you; you will see nothing in their

possessor except the meanest side of his individuality--in other

words, just those parts of his character and disposition which are

weak and defective. Your whole estimate of the man will be confined to

his defects, and his higher mental qualities will no more exist for

you than colors exist for those who cannot see.

Intellect is invisible to the man who has none. In any attempt to

criticise another's work, the range of knowledge possessed by the

critic is as essential a part of his verdict as the claims of the work

itself.

Hence intercourse with others involves a process of leveling down. The

qualities which are present in one man, and absent in another, cannot

come into play when they meet; and the self-sacrifice which this

entails upon one of the parties, calls forth no recognition from the

other.

Consider how sordid, how stupid, in a word, how _vulgar_ most men

are, and you will see that it is impossible to talk to them without

becoming vulgar yourself for the time being. Vulgarity is in this

respect like electricity; it is easily distributed. You will then

fully appreciate the truth and propriety of the expression, _to make

yourself cheap_; and you will be glad to avoid the society of people

whose only possible point of contact with you is just that part of

your nature of which you have least reason to be proud. So you will

see that, in dealing with fools and blockheads, there is only one way

of showing your intelligence--by having nothing to do with them. That

means, of course, that when you go into society, you may now and then

feel like a good dancer who gets an invitation to a ball, and on

arriving, finds that everyone is lame:--with whom is he to dance?

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