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rprisedand justly commend the author's talentif our pulse be
quickened. And markfor a last differentiathat this quickening of the
pulse isin almost every casepurely agreeable; that these phantom
reproductions of experienceeven at their most acuteconvey decided
pleasure; while experience itselfin the cockpit of lifecan torture and
slay.
Whatthenis the objectwhat the methodof an artand what the
source of its power? The whole secret is that no art does "compete
with life." Man's one methodwhether he reasons or createsis to half-
shut his eyes against the dazzle and confusion of reality. The artslike
arithmetic and geometryturn away their eyes from the grosscoloured
and mobile nature at our feetand regard instead a certain figmentary
abstraction. Geometry will tell us of a circlea thing never seen in
nature; asked about a green circle or an iron circleit lays its hand upon
its mouth. So with the arts. Paintingruefully comparing sunshine
and flake-whitegives up truth of colouras it had already given up relief
and movement; and instead of vying with naturearranges a scheme of
harmonious tints. Literatureabove all in its most typical moodthe
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