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and still be ignorant of first love； a man may have known as many
lands as Ulysses； and still be ignorant of patriotism。
Mr。 Rudyard Kipling has asked in a celebrated epigram what they can
know of England who know England only。 It is a far deeper and sharper
question to ask； 〃What can they know of England who know only the world？〃
for the world does not include England any more than it includes
the Church。 The moment we care for anything deeply； the world
that is； all the other miscellaneous interestsbecomes our enemy。
Christians showed it when they talked of keeping one's self
〃unspotted from the world；〃 but lovers talk of it just as much
when they talk of the 〃world well lost。〃 Astronomically speaking；
I understand that England is situated on the world； similarly； I suppose
that the Church was a part of the world； and even the lovers
inhabitants of that orb。 But they all felt a certain truth
the truth that the moment you love anything the world becomes your foe。
Thus Mr。 Kipling does certainly know the world； he is a man of the world；
with all the narrowness that belongs to those imprisoned in that planet。
He knows England as an intelligent English gentleman knows Venice。
He has been to England a great many times； he has stopped there
for long visits。 But he does not belong to it； or to any place；
and the proof of it is this； that he thinks of England as a place。
The moment we are rooted in a place； the place vanishes。
We live like a tree with the whole strength of the universe。
The globe…trotter lives in a smaller world than the peasant。
He is always breathing； an air of locality。 London is a place； to be
compared to Chicago； Chicago is a place； to be compared to Timbuctoo。
But Timbuctoo is not a place； since there； at least； live men
who regard it as the universe； and breathe； not an air of locality；
but the winds of the world。 The man in the saloon steamer has
seen all the races of men； and he is thinking of the things that
divide mendiet； dress； decorum； rings in the nose as in Africa；
or in the ears as in Europe； blue paint among the ancients； or red
paint among the modern Britons。 The man in the cabbage field has
seen nothing at all； but he is thinking of the things that unite men
hunger and babies； and the beauty of women； and the promise or menace
of the sky。 Mr。 Kipling； with all his merits； is the globe…trotter；
he has not the patience to become part of anything。
So great and genuine a man is not to be accused of a merely
cynical cosmopolitanism； still； his cosmopolitanism is his weakness。
That weakness is splendidly expressed in one of his finest poems；
〃The Sestina of the Tramp Royal；〃 in which a man declares that he can
endure anything in the way of hunger or horror； but not permanent
presence in one place。 In this there is certainly danger。
The more dead and dry and dusty a thing is the more it travels about；
dust is like this and the thistle…down and the High Commissioner
in South Africa。 Fertile things are somewhat heavier； like the heavy
fruit trees on the pregnant mud of the Nile。 In the heated idleness
of youth we were all rather inclined to quarrel with the implication
of that proverb which says that a rolling stone gathers no moss。 We were
inclined to ask； 〃Who wants to gather moss； except silly old ladies？〃
But for all that we begin to perceive that the proverb is right。
The rolling stone rolls echoing from rock to rock； but the rolling
stone is dead。 The moss is silent because the moss is alive。
The truth is that exploration and enlargement make the world smaller。
The telegraph and the steamboat make the world smaller。
The telescope makes the world smaller； it is only the microscope
that makes it larger。 Before long the world will be cloven
with a war between the telescopists and the microscopists。
The first study large things and live in a small world； the second
study small things and live in a large world。 It is inspiriting
without doubt to whizz in a motor…car round the earth； to feel Arabia
as a whirl of sand or China as a flash of rice…fields。 But Arabia
is not a whirl of sand and China is not a flash of rice…fields。 They
are ancient civilizations with strange virtues buried like treasures。
If we wish to understand them it must not be as tourists or inquirers；
it must be with the loyalty of children and the great patience of poets。
To conquer these places is to lose them。 The man standing
in his own kitchen…garden； with fairyland opening at the gate；
is the man with large ideas。 His mind creates distance； the motor…car
stupidly destroys it。 Moderns think of the earth as a globe；
as something one can easily get round； the spirit of a schoolmistress。
This is shown in the odd mistake perpetually made about Cecil Rhodes。
His enemies say that he may have had large ideas； but he was a bad man。
His friends say that he may have been a bad man； but he certainly
had large ideas。 The truth is that he was not a man essentially bad；
he was a man of much geniality and many good intentions； but a man
with singularly small views。 There is nothing large about painting
the map red； it is an innocent game for children。 It is just as easy
to think in continents as to think in cobble…stones。 The difficulty
comes in when we seek to know the substance of either of them。
Rhodes' prophecies about the Boer resistance are an admirable
comment on how the 〃large ideas〃 prosper when it is not a question
of thinking in continents but of understanding a few two…legged men。
And under all this vast illusion of the cosmopolitan planet；
with its empires and its Reuter's agency； the real life of man
goes on concerned with this tree or that temple； with this harvest
or that drinking…song； totally uncomprehended； totally untouched。
And it watches from its splendid parochialism； possibly with a smile
of amusement； motor…car civilization going its triumphant way；
outstripping time； consuming space； seeing all and seeing nothing；
roaring on at last to the capture of the solar system； only to find
the sun cockney and the stars suburban。
IV。 Mr。 Bernard Shaw
In the glad old days； before the rise of modern morbidities；
when genial old Ibsen filled the world with wholesome joy； and the
kindly tales of the forgotten Emile Zola kept our firesides merry
and pure； it used to be thought a disadvantage to be misunderstood。
It may be doubted whether it is always or even generally a disadvantage。
The man who is misunderstood has always this advantage over his enemies；
that they do not know his weak point or his plan of campaign。
They go out against a bird with nets and against a fish with arrows。
There are several modern examples of this situation。 Mr。 Chamberlain；
for instance； is a very good one。 He constantly eludes or vanquishes
his opponents because his real powers and deficiencies are quite
different to those with which he is credited； both by friends and foes。
His friends depict him as a strenuous man of action； his opponents
depict him as a coarse man of business； when； as a fact； he is neither
one nor the other； but an admirable romantic orator and romantic actor。
He has one power which is the soul of melodramathe power of pretending；
even when backed by a huge majority； that he has his back to the wall。
For all mobs are so far chivalrous that their heroes must make
some show of misfortunethat sort of hypocrisy is the homage
that strength pays to weakness。 He talks foolishly and yet
very finely about his own city that has never deserted him。
He wears a flaming and fantastic flower； like a decadent minor poet。
As for his bluffness and toughness and appeals to common sense；
all that is； of course； simply the first trick of rhetoric。
He fronts his audiences with the venerable affectation of Mark Antony
〃I am no orator； as Brutus is；
But as you know me all； a plain blunt man。〃
It is the whole difference between the aim of the orator and
the aim of any other artist； such as the poet or the sculptor。
The aim of the sculptor is to convince us that he is a sculptor；
the aim of the orator； is to convince us that he is not an orator。
Once let Mr。 Chamberlain be mistaken for a practical man； and his
game is won。 He has only to compose a theme on empire； and people
will say that these plain men say great things on great occasions。
He has only to drift in the large loose notion
