MAETERLINCK

The selection of "Thoughts from Maeterlinck" is a very creditable and

also a very useful compilation. Many modern critics object to the

hacking and hewing of a consistent writer which is necessary for this

kind of work, but upon more serious consideration, the view is not

altogether adequate. Maeterlinck is a very great man; and in the long

run this process of mutilation has happened to all great men. It was the

mark of a great patriot to be drawn and quartered and his head set on

one spike in one city and his left leg on another spike in another city.

It was the mark of a saint that even these fragments began to work

miracles. So it has been with all the very great men of the world.

However careless, however botchy, may be the version of Maeterlinck or

of anyone else given in such a selection as this, it is assuredly far

less careless and far less botchy than the version, the parody, the

wild misrepresentation of Maeterlinck which future ages will hear and

distant critics be called upon to consider.

No one can feel any reasonable doubt that we have heard about Christ and

Socrates and Buddha and St. Francis a mere chaos of excerpts, a mere

book of quotations. But from those fragmentary epigrams we can deduce

greatness as clearly as we can deduce Venus from the torso of Venus or

Hercules _ex pede Herculem_. If we knew nothing else about the Founder

of Christianity, for example, beyond the fact that a religious teacher

lived in a remote country, and in the course of his peregrinations and

proclamations consistently called Himself "the Son of Man," we should

know by that alone that he was a man of almost immeasurable greatness.

If future ages happened to record nothing else about Socrates except

that he owned his title to be the wisest of men because he knew that he

knew nothing, they would be able to deduce from that the height and

energy of his civilisation, the glory that was Greece. The credit of

such random compilations as that which "E.S.S." and Mr. George Allen

have just effected is quite secure. It is the pure, pedantic, literal

editions, the complete works of this author or that author which are

forgotten. It is such books as this that have revolutionised the destiny

of the world. Great things like Christianity or Platonism have never

been founded upon consistent editions; all of them have been founded

upon scrap-books.

The position of Maeterlinck in modern life is a thing too obvious to be

easily determined in words. It is, perhaps, best expressed by saying

that it is the great glorification of the inside of things at the

expense of the outside. There is one great evil in modern life for which

nobody has found even approximately a tolerable description: I can only

invent a word and call it "remotism." It is the tendency to think first

of things which, as a matter of fact, lie far away from the actual

centre of human experience. Thus people say, "All our knowledge of life

begins with the amoeba." It is false; our knowledge of life begins with

ourselves. Thus they say that the British Empire is glorious, and at the

very word Empire they think at once of Australia and New Zealand, and

Canada, and Polar bears, and parrots and kangaroos, and it never occurs

to any one of them to think of the Surrey Hills. The one real struggle

in modern life is the struggle between the man like Maeterlinck, who

sees the inside as the truth, and the man like Zola, who sees the

outside as the truth. A hundred cases might be given. We may take, for

the sake of argument, the case of what is called falling in love. The

sincere realist, the man who believes in a certain finality in physical

science, says, "You may, if you like, describe this thing as a divine

and sacred and incredible vision; that is your sentimental theory about

it. But what it is, is an animal and sexual instinct designed for

certain natural purposes." The man on the other side, the idealist,

replies, with quite equal confidence, that this is the very reverse of

the truth. I put it as it has always struck me; he replies, "Not at all.

You may, if you like, describe this thing as an animal and sexual

instinct, designed for certain natural purposes; that is your

philosophical or zoölogical theory about it. What it is, beyond all

doubt of any kind, is a divine and sacred and incredible vision." The

fact that it is an animal necessity only comes to the naturalistic

philosopher after looking abroad, studying its origins and results,

constructing an explanation of its existence, more or less natural and

conclusive. The fact that it is a spiritual triumph comes to the first

errand boy who happens to feel it. If a lad of seventeen falls in love

and is struck dead by a hansom cab an hour afterwards, he has known the

thing as it is, a spiritual ecstasy; he has never come to trouble about

the thing as it may be, a physical destiny. If anyone says that falling

in love is an animal thing, the answer is very simple. The only way of

testing the matter is to ask those who are experiencing it, and none of

those would admit for a moment that it was an animal thing.

Maeterlinck's appearance in Europe means primarily this subjective

intensity; by this the materialism is not overthrown: materialism is

undermined. He brings, not something which is more poetic than realism,

not something which is more spiritual than realism, not something which

is more right than realism, but something which is more real than

realism. He discovers the one indestructible thing. This material world

on which such vast systems have been superimposed--this may mean

anything. It may be a dream, it may be a joke, it may be a trap or

temptation, it may be a charade, it may be the beatific vision: the only

thing of which we are certain is this human soul. This human soul finds

itself alone in a terrible world, afraid of the grass. It has brought

forth poetry and religion in order to explain matters; it will bring

them forth again. It matters not one atom how often the lulls of

materialism and scepticism occur; they are always broken by the

reappearance of a fanatic. They have come in our time: they have been

broken by Maeterlinck.

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