,,the ,,little ,,review ,literature ,drama ,music ,art ,,margaret ,c4 ,,anderson ,,editor ,,november1 #aiae 8,life ,itself0 ,the ,editor ,the ,zeppelins ,over ,london ,richard ,aldington ,portrait of ,theodore ,dreiser ,arthur ,davison ,ficke ,theodore ,dreiser ,john ,cowper ,powys 8,so ,we ,grew ,together0 ,edgar ,lee ,masters ,choleric ,comments ,alexander ,s4 ,kaun ,the ,scavenger's ,swan ,song ,dregs3 ,ben ,hecht ,life ,depths ,gratitude ,editorials ,john ,cowper ,powys on ,war ,margery ,currey ,the ,washington ,square ,players ,saxe ,commins ,rupert ,brooke's 8,lithuania0 at the ,little ,theater ,book ,discussion3 ,an ,inspired ,publisher ,gogol's 8,taras ,bulba0 ,gorky's 8,chelkash1 and ,other ,stories0 ,andreyev's 8,the ,little ,angel0 ,chekhov's 8,russian ,silhouettes0 ,artzibashef's 8,the ,breaking ,point0 ,published ,monthly #ae cents a copy ,,margaret ,c4 ,,anderson1 ,publisher ,fine ,arts ,building ,,chicago #a4ej a year ,entered as second-class matter at ,postoffice1 ,chicago ,,the ,,little ,,review ,vol4 ,,ii ,,november1 #aiae ,no4 #h ,copyright1 #aiae1 by ,margaret ,c4 ,anderson 8,life ,itself0 ,,margaret ,c4 ,,anderson ,i4 8,but you don't know ,life10 they are always saying4 ,i wonder what it is they mean8 ,they mean humanity and the urge of it3 ,in the beginning and in the end the soul's longing to be known1 to know itself1 and to know others2 ,and that means1 in the beginning and in the end1 the quest for love2 ,it is the ideal of love and the finding of it2 ,and the magic of it and the drain of disillusionment2 ,and the luxury of sorrow and the voluptuousness of suffering2 ,and the vacuum that is beyond death2 ,and the conviction that ideals are better than reality2 ,and the decision to live for 8art02 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and the discovery that love is enslavement2 ,and the breaking from it2 ,and the courage to contain life2 ,and the emancipation from something2 ,and the complacency of first freedom2 ,and the emptiness of it2 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and the discovery that rapture is not relived2 ,and the conviction that passion is not love2 ,and the dedication to 8the spiritual02 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and the deepest agony1 which is unrequited love2 ,and the realization of people2 ,and the discovery that the world is wrong2 ,and the glory of rebellion2 ,and the emancipation for something2 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and the birth of cynicism2 ,and the conviction that rebellion is futile2 ,and the discovery of one's self2 ,and the dedication to one's self2 ,and the discovery that one's self is not big enough2 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and the knowledge that love includes passion2 ,and the sense of rich growing2 ,and the hope of sharing growth2 ,and the longing to be known2 ,and the relinquishing of that longing2 ,and the discovery that perfection does not last2 ,and the sufficiency of self-direction2 ,and the completeness of freedom2 ,and the longing to know the human soul2 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and the relinquishing of that longing2 ,and the discovery of the peace that is in nature2 ,and the realization of the unimportance of man2 ,and the knowledge that only great moments are attainable2 ,and the hatred of consummations2 ,and the realization of truths too late to act upon them2 ,and the acceptance of substitutes2 ,and the pull to new love 444 ,and every human being knows these things4 ,,ii4 8,but you don't know life itself10 ,i am always saying4 ,i wonder what it is ,i mean4 ,i think it is something wonderful like color and sound1 and something mystical like fragrance and flowers4 ,and something incredible like air and wind1 ,and something of grey magic like rain2 ,it is faded deserts and the unceasing sea2 ,it is the moving stars2 ,it is the orange sun stepping through blue curtains of sky1 ,and the rose sun dropping through black trees2 ,it is green storms running across greenness1 ,and gold rose petals spilled by the moon on dark water2 ,it is snow and mist and clouds of color1 ,it is tree gardens and painted birds2 ,it is leaves of autumn and grasses of spring2 ,it is flower forests and the petals of stars2 ,it is morning--yellow mornings1 green mornings1 red mornings1 gold mornings1 silver mornings1 sun mornings1 mist mornings1 mornings of dew2 ,it is night--white nights1 green nights1 grey nights1 purple nights1 blue nights1 moon nights1 rain nights1 nights that burn2 ,it is waking in the first of the morning1 ,it is the deep adventure of sleep2 ,it is lights on rivers and lights on pavements2 ,it is boulevards bordered with flowers of stone2 ,it is poetry and ,japanese prints and the actor on a stage2 ,it is music2 ,it is dreams that could not happen2 ,it is emotion for the sake of emotion2 ,it is life for the sake of living2 ,it is silence2 ,it is the unknowable2 ,it is eternity2 ,it is death4 ,and only artists know these things4 ,the ,zeppelins ,over ,london ,,richard ,,aldington 444 ,the war saps all one's energy4 ,it seems impossible to do any creative work in the midst of all this turmoil and carnage4 ,of course you know that we had the ,zeppelins over ,london8 ,let me give you my version of the affair4 ,it was just after eleven4 ,we were sitting in our little flat1 which is on the top floor of a building on the slope of ,hampstead ,hill4 ,we were reading--,i was savouring1 like a true decadent1 that over-sweet honied ,latin of the early ,renaissance in an edition of #aeac6 ,could anything be more peaceful8 ,our window was shut--so the silence was absolute4 ,suddenly there was a ,bang6 and a shrill wail4 8,that was pretty close10 said ,i4 ,bang--whizz6 ,bang--whizz6 ,shrapnel from the anti-aircraft guns which are not five hundred yards from our house6 7,of course1 like boobies1 we thought they were bombs47 ,i jumped up and got my coat1 and grabbed the door-key4 ,it took hours to put out the light6 7,all the time ,bang--whizz67 ,it seemed interminable1 that descent of those four flights of stairs1 all the time with the knowledge that any second might see the whole damn place blown to hell4 ,we could see the flashes of the guns and the searchlights as we passed the windows--they were pointed straight at us6 ,that meant that the ,zeppelin was either right overhead or coming there6 ,some excitement1 ,i tell you4 ,i shiver with excitement when ,i think of it4 ,we stood at the porch for a few seconds--very long seconds--wondering what to do4 ,you are supposed to get into the cellars1 but we haven't got cellars2 and it's very risky in the streets from the flying shrapnel4 ,we could see the long searchlights pointing to a spot almost overhead and the little red pinpricks of bursting shells4 ,a man came down from one of the flats--very calm1 with field glasses1 to have a look at the animal6 ,suddenly we saw it1 clear over head1 with shells from three or four guns making little rose-coloured punctures in the air underneath it4 ,one shell went near1 very near1 the ,zeppelin swerved1 tilted--8,they've got it6 ,it's coming down60 we all exclaimed4 ,in the distance we could hear faint cheering4 ,but the ,zeppelin righted itself1 waggled a little1 and scenting danger made for the nearest cloud6 ,apparently a piece of shell had hit the pilot1 for there was no apparent damage to be seen through the glasses4 ,there were a few more bangs from the guns1 followed by the cat squeals of the shells and the little explosions in the air4 ,then silence as the ,zeppelin got into a cloud2 the searchlights looked wildly for it1 for ten minutes4 ,then they all went out and in the resulting darkness we could see the glow of the fires in ,london4 ,what rather detracts from our heroism is the fact that the ,zeppelin had already dropped all its bombs in the middle of ,london1 but we didn't know it till afterwards4 ,i deduce these reflections4 #a4 ,that as an engine of frightfulness the ,zeppelin is over-rated4 ,and the damage it does is comparatively unimportant4 #b4 ,that it is uncultured of the ,germans to risk murdering the ,english ,imagists and ruining the only poetic movement in ,england1 for the sake of getting their names into the papers4 #c4 ,that ,i notice ,i never go to bed now earlier than twelve1 and frequently go for a walk about eleven o'clock4 ,i can't of course tell you where the bombs fell1 as it is strictly forbidden4 ,still ,i can say this3 that no public building of any kind was touched2 that it looks jolly well as if our ,teutonic friends made a dead set at ,st4 ,paul's and the ,british ,museum2 that1 without exception1 the bombs fell on the houses of the poor and the very poor--except for a warehouse or so and some offices2 that one bomb fell near a block of hospitals1 containing paralytics and other cripples and diseased persons1 smashed all the hospital windows1 and terrified the unhappy patients into hysterics2 that1 lastly1 it is a damned lie to say there are guns on ,st4 ,paul's and the ,british ,museum--the buildings are too old to stand the shock of the recoil4 ,voil6 444 ,remy de ,gourmont is dead4444 ,camille de ,saint-,croix also4 ,it is hard to write of friends recently dead4444 ,the experienced artist knows that inspiration is rare and that intelligence is left to complete the work of intuition2 he puts his ideas under the press and squeezes out of them the last drop of the divine juices that are in them--7and if need be sometimes he does not shrink from diluting them with clear water74--,romain ,rolland4 ,portrait of ,theodore ,dreiser ,,arthur ,,davison ,,ficke ,there were gilded ,chinese dragons ,and tinkling danglers of glass ,and dirty marble-topped tables ,around us1 that late night-hour4 ,you ate steadily and silently ,from a huge bowl of chop-suey ,of repellant aspect2 ,while ,i1--,i1 and another1-- ,told you that you had the style neither of ,william ,morris ,nor of ,walter ,pater4 ,and it was perfectly true 4444 ,but you continued to occupy yourself ,with your quarts of chop-suey4 ,and somehow you reminded me ,of nothing so much as of the knitting women ,who implacably counted stitches while the pride of ,france ,went up to death4 ,tonight ,i am alone1 ,a long way from that ,chinese restaurant1 ,a long way from wherever you are4 ,and ,i find it difficult to recall to my memory ,the image of your large laboring inexpressive face4 ,for ,i have just turned the last page ,of a book of yours-- ,a book large and superficially inexpressive1--like yourself4 ,it has not1 any more than the old ones1 ,the style of ,pater4 ,but now there are passing before me ,interminable figures in tangled procession-- ,proud or cringing1 starved with desire or icy1 ,hastening toward a dream of triumph or fleeing from a dream of doom1-- ,passing--passing--passing ,through a world of shadows1 ,through a chaotic and meaningless anarchy1 ,under heavy clouds of terrific gloom ,or through ravishing flashes of knife-edged sunlight-- ,passing--passing--passing-- ,their heads haloed with immortal illusion1-- ,the terrible and beautiful1 cruel and wonder-laden illusion of life4 ,theodore ,dreiser ,,john ,,cowper ,,powys ,in estimating the intrinsic value of a book like ,the 8,genius0 and--generally--of a writer like ,theodore ,dreiser1 it is advisable to indulge in a little gentle introspection4 ,criticism need not always impose itself as an art2 but it must at least conform to some of the principles that govern that form of human activity4 ,the worthlessness of so much energetic modern criticism is that it proceeds--like scum--from the mere surface of the writer's intelligence4 ,it is true that all criticism resolves itself ultimately into a matter of taste2--but one has to discover what one's taste really is2 and that is not always easy4 ,taste is a living thing1 an organic thing4 ,it submits to the laws of growth2 and its growth is fostered or retarded by many extraneous influences4 ,in regard to the appreciation of new and original works of art1 it belongs to the inherent nature of taste that it should be enlarged1 transmuted1 and undergo the birth-pangs of a species of re-creation4 ,in the presence of a work of art that is really unusual1 in an attempt to appreciate a literary effect that has never appeared before1 one's taste necessarily suffers a certain embarrassment and uneasiness4 ,it suffers indeed sometimes a quite extreme discomfort4 ,this is inevitable4 ,this is right4 ,this means that the creative energy in the new thing is getting to work upon us1 unloosening our prejudices and enlarging our scope4 ,such a process is attended by exquisite intellectual excitement4 ,it is also attended by a certain rending and tearing of personal vanity4 ,one is too apt to confuse the existing synthesis of one's aesthetic instincts with the totality of one's being2 and this is a fatal blunder2 for who can fathom the reach of that circumference8 ,and it is of the nature of all syntheses to change and grow4 ,yet1 on the other hand1 nothing is more ridiculous and ineffective than the kind of hand-to-mouth criticism which attempts to eliminate its own past1 and to snatch at the glow and glamour of a work of art1 as it were 8de vacuo10 and out of misty clouds4 ,if one wishes to catch the secret of true criticism2 if one's criticism is to be something more than a mere howl of senseless condemnation or yawp of still more senseless praise2 one must attempt to do what ,goethe and ,saint-,beuve and ,brandes and ,pater were always doing3 that is to say1 to make every use of every tradition1 our own1 as well as that of classical authority2--and then carry all this a little1 just a little1 further2 giving it the shudder and the thrilling interest of the process of organic growth4 ,without tradition1 the tradition of our own determined taste and the tradition of classical taste1 there can be no growth4 ,oracles uttered in neglect of these1 are oracles 8in vacuo10 without meaning or substance2 without roots in human experience4 ,whether we are pleased to acknowledge it or not1 our own gradually-evolved taste is linked at a thousand points with the classical taste of the ages4 ,in criticizing new work we can no more afford to neglect such tradition than1 in expressing our thoughts1 we can afford to neglect language4 ,tradition is the language of criticism4 ,it can be carried further3 every original work of art1 by producing a new reaction upon it1 necessarily carries it further4 ,but it cannot be swept aside2 or we are reduced to dumbness2 to such vague growls and gestures as animals might indulge in4 ,criticism1 to carry any intelligible meaning at all1 must use the language provided by the centuries4 ,there is no other language to use2 and in default of language we are reduced1 as ,i have said1 to inarticulate noises4 ,the unfortunate thing is1 that much of the so-called 8criticism0 of our day is nothing better than such physiological gesticulation4 ,in criticism1 as in life1 a certain degree of continuity is necessary1 or we become no more than arbitrary puffs of wind1 who may shriek one day down the chimney1 and another day through a crack in the door1 but in neither case with any intelligible meaning for human ears4 ,in dealing with a creative quality as unusual and striking as that of ,theodore ,dreiser1 it is of absolutely no critical value to content ourselves with a crude physical disturbance on the surface of our minds1 whether such disturbance is favourable or unfavourable to the writer4 ,it is1 for instance1 quite irrelevant to hurl condemnation upon a work like ,the 8,genius0 because it is largely preoccupied with sex4 ,it is quite equally irrelevant to lavish enthusiastic laudations upon it because of this preoccupation4 ,a work of art is not good because it speaks daringly and openly about things that shock certain minds4 ,it is not bad because it avoids all mention of such things4 ,an artist has a right to introduce into his work what he pleases and to exclude from his work what he pleases4 ,the question for the critic is1 not what subject has he selected1 but how has he treated that subject2--has he made out of it an imaginative1 suggestive1 and convincing work of art1 or has he not6 ,there is no other issue before the critic than this2 and if he supposes there is1--if he supposes he has the smallest authority to dictate to a writer what his subject shall be2--he is simply making a fool of himself4 ,there is an absurd tendency among some of us to suppose that a writer is necessarily a great writer because he is daring in his treatment of sex4 ,this is quite as grotesque an illusion as the opposite one1 that a great writer must be idealistic and uplifting4 ,there is not the remotest reason why he should concern himself with sex2 if he prefers--as did ,charles ,dickens for instance--to deal with other aspects of life4 ,on the other hand there is not the least reason why he should be 8uplifting40 ,let him be an artist--an artist--that is the important matter6 ,all these questions concerning 8subjects0 are tedious and utterly trifling4 ,in ,the 8,genius0 ,theodore ,dreiser has achieved a very curious and a very original work4 ,in doing it he has once more made it clear how much more interesting the quality of his own genius is than that of any other ,american novelist of the present age4 ,the 8,genius0 is an epic work4 ,it has the epic rather than the dramatic quality2 it has the epic rather than the mystic1 or symbolic1 quality4 ,and strictly speaking1 ,dreiser's novels1 especially the later ones1 are the only novels in ,america1 are the only novels1 as a matter of fact1 in ,england or ,america1 which possess this quality4 ,it is quite properly in accordance with the epic attitude of mind1 with the epic quality in art1 this reduction of the more purely human episodes to a proportionate insignificance compared with the general surge and volume of the life-stream4 ,it is completely in keeping with the epic quality that there should be no far-fetched psychology1 no quivering suspensions on the verge of the unknown4 ,dreiser is concerned with the mass and weight of the stupendous life-tide2 the life-tide as it flows forward1 through vast panoramic stretches of cosmic scenery4 ,both in respect to human beings1 and in respect to his treatment of inanimate objects1 this is always what most dominatingly interests him4 ,you will not find in ,dreiser's books those fascinating arrests of the onward-sweeping tide1 those delicate pauses and expectancies1 in back-waters and enclosed gardens1 where persons1 with diverting twists in their brains1 murmur and meander at their ease1 protected from the great stream4 ,nobody in the ,dreiser-world is so protected2 nobody is so privileged4 ,the great stream sweeps them all forward1 sweeps them all away2 and not they1 but ,it1 must be regarded as the hero of the tale4 ,it is precisely this quality1 this subordination of the individual to the deep waters that carry him1 which makes ,dreiser so peculiarly the ,american writer4 ,perhaps this is one of the reasons why he has had a more profoundly appreciative hearing in ,england than in the ,united ,states4 ,it was so with ,walt ,whitman in his earlier days4 ,to get the adequate perspective for a work so entirely epical it seems necessary to have the ,atlantic as a modifying foreground4 ,americans--so entirely in it themselves--are naturally1 unless they possess the ,protean faculty of the editor of ,reedy's ,mirror1 unable to see the thing in this cosmic light4 ,they are misled by certain outstanding details--the sexual scenes1 for instance2 or the financial scenes1--and are prevented by these1 as by the famous 8,catalogues0 in ,whitman1 from getting the proportionate vision4 ,the true literary descendants of the author of the ,leaves of ,grass are undoubtedly ,theodore ,dreiser and ,edgar ,masters4 ,these two1 and these two alone1 though in completely different ways1 possess that singular 8beyond-good-and-evil0 touch which the epic form of art requires4 ,it was just the same with ,homer and ,vergil1 who were as naturally the epic children of aristocratic ages1 as these are of a democratic one4 ,achilles is not really a very attractive figure--take him all in all2 and we remember how scandalously neas behaved to ,dido4 ,the ancient epic writers1 writing for an aristocracy1 caught the world-stream from a poetic angle4 ,the modern epic writers1 writing for a democracy1 catch it from a realistic one4 ,but it is the same world-stream2 and in accordance with the epic vision there is the same subordination of the individual to the cosmic tide4 ,this is essentially a dramatic1 rather than an epic epoch1 and that is why so many of us are bewildered and confused by the ,dreiser method4 ,the 8,genius0 is a long book4 ,but it might have been three times as long4 ,it might begin anywhere and stop anywhere4 ,it is the ,prose-,iliad of the ,american ,scene2 and1 like that other1 it has a right to cut out its segment of the shifting panorama at almost any point4 ,and so with the style of the thing4 ,it is a ridiculous mis-statement for critics to say that ,dreiser has no style4 ,it is a charming irony1 on his own part1 to belittle his style4 ,he has1 as a matter of fact1 a very definite and a very effective style4 ,it is a style that lends itself to the huge indifferent piling up of indiscriminate materials1 quite as admirably as that gracious poetical one of the old epic-makers lent itself to their haughtier and more aristocratic purpose4 ,one would recognize a page of ,dreiser's writings as infallibly as one would recognize a page of ,hardy's4 ,the former relaxes his medium to the extreme limit and the latter tightens his2 but they both have their 8manner40 ,a paragraph written by ,dreiser would never be mistaken for anyone else's4 ,if for no other peculiarity ,dreiser's style is remarkable for the shamelessness with which it adapts itself to the drivel of ordinary conversation4 ,in the ,dreiser books--especially in the later ones1 where in my humble opinion he is feeling more firmly after his true way1--people are permitted to say those things which they actually do say in real life--things that make you blush and howl1 so soaked in banality and ineptitude are they4 ,in the true epic manner ,dreiser gravely puts down all these fatuous observations1 until you feel inclined to cry aloud for the maddest1 the most fantastic1 the most affected ,osconian wit1 to serve as an antidote4 ,but one knows very well he is right4 ,people don't in ordinary life--certainly not in ordinary democratic life--talk like ,oscar ,wilde1 or utter deep ironic sayings in the style of ,matthew ,arnold4 ,they don't really--let this be well understood--concentrate their feelings in bitter pungent spasmodic outbursts1 as those ,rabelaisean persons in ,guy de ,maupassant4 ,they just gabble and gibber and drivel2 at least that is what they do in ,england and ,america4 ,the extraordinary language which the lovers in ,dreiser--we use the term 8lovers0 in large sense--use to one another might well make an aesthetic-minded person howl with nervous rage4 ,but then1--and who does not know it8--the obsession of the sex-illusion is above everything else a thing that makes idiots of people2 a thing that makes them talk like ,simple ,simons4 ,in real life lovers don't utter those wonderful pregnant sayings which leap to their lips in our subtle symbolic dramas4 ,they just burble and blather and blurt forth whatever drivelling nonsense comes into their heads4 ,dreiser is the true master of the modern ,american ,prose-,epic just because he is not afraid of the weariness1 the staleness1 the flatness1 and unprofitableness of actual human conversation4 ,in reading the great ancient poetic epics one is amazed at the 8naivete0 with which these haughty persons--these gods and demi-gods express their emotional reactions4 ,it is 8carried off10 of course1 there1 by the sublime heightening of the style2 but it produces just the same final impression1--of the insignificance of the individual1 whether mortal or immortal1 compared with the torrent of ,fate which sweeps them all along4 ,and the same thing applies to ,dreiser's attitude towards 8good and evil0 and towards the problem of the 8supernatural40 ,all other modern writers array themselves on this side or that4 ,they either defend traditional morality or they attack it4 ,they are anxious1 at all costs1 to give their work dramatic intensity2 they struggle to make it ironical1 symbolical1 mystical--,god knows what6 ,but ,dreiser neither attacks morality nor defends immorality4 ,in the true ,epic manner he puts himself aside1 and permits the great mad ,hurly-,burly to rush pell-mell past him and write its own whirligig runes at its own careless pleasure4 ,even ,zola himself was not such a realist4 ,zola had a purpose2--the purpose of showing what a ,beast the human animal is6 ,dreiser's people are not beasts2 and they shock our aesthetic sensibilities quite as often by their human sentiment as they do by their lapses into lechery4 ,to a ,european mind there is something incredibly absurd in the notion that these ,dreiser books are immoral4 ,unlike the majority of ,french and ,russian writers ,dreiser is not interested in the pathology of vice4 ,he is too deeply imbued with the great naive epic spirit to stop and linger in these curious bye-paths4 ,he holds ,nature--in her normal moods--to be sufficiently remarkable4 ,it is the same with his attitude towards the 8supernatural40 ,the ,american ,prose-,epic were obviously false to reality if the presence of the supernatural were not felt4 ,it is felt and felt very powerfully2 but it is kept in its place4 ,like ,walt ,whitman's stellar constellations1 it suffices for those who belong to it1 it is right enough where it is--we do not want it any nearer6 ,because the much-tossed wanderer1 ,eugene ,witla1 draws a certain consolation1 at the last1 from ,christian ,science1 only a very literal person would accuse the author of ,the 8,genius0 of being a convert to the faith4 ,to omit ,christian ,science from any prose-epic of ,american life would be to falsify the picture out of personal prejudice4 ,dreiser has no prejudices except the prejudice of finding the normal man and the normal woman1 shuffled to and fro by the normal forces of life1 an interesting and arresting spectacle4 ,to some among us such a spectacle is not interesting4 ,we must have the excitement of the unusual1 the shock of the abnormal4 ,well6 ,there are plenty of ,european writers ready to gratify this taste4 ,dreiser is not a ,european writer4 ,he is an ,american writer4 ,the life that interests him1 and interests him passionately1 is the life of ,america4 ,it remains to be seen whether the life of ,america interests ,americans6 ,it is really quite important to get the correct point of view with regard to ,dreiser's 8style40 ,the negative qualities in this style of his are indeed as important as the positive ones4 ,he is so epical1 so objective1 so concrete and indifferent1 that he is quite content when the great blocked-out masses of his work lift themselves from the obscure womb of being and take shape before him4 ,when they have done this1--when these piled-up materials and portentous groups of people have limned themselves against the grey background1--he himself stands aside1 like some dim demiurgic forger in the cosmic blast-furnace1 and mutters queer commentaries upon what he sees4 ,he utters these commentaries through the lips of his characters--,cowperwood1 say1 or ,witla--or even some of the less important ones2--and broken and incoherent enough they are6 ,but what matter6 ,the huge epic canvas is stretched out there before us4 ,the vast cyclopean edifice lifts its shadowy bulk towards the grey sky4 ,the thing has been achieved4 ,the creative spirit has breathed upon the waters4 ,resting from his titanic labor1 what matter if this ,demiurge drowses1 and with an immense humorous indifference permits his characters to nod too1 and utter strange words in their dreams6 ,the carelessness of ,dreiser's style1 its large indolence1 its contempt for epigrammatic point1 its relaxed strength1 is not really a defect at all when you regard his work from the epic view-point4 ,there must be something in a great cosmic picture to take the place of the sand and silt and rubbish and rubble which we know so well in life1 under the grey sky6 ,and these stammered incoherences1 these broken mutterings1 fill in this gap4 ,they give the picture that drab patience1 that monotonous spaciousness which is required4 ,symbolic drama or psychological fiction can dispense with these blank surfaces4 ,the prose-epic of ,america cannot afford to do without them4 ,they suggest that curious sadness--the sadness of large1 flat1 featureless scenery1 which visitors from ,europe find so depressing4 ,well6 ,thus it remains4 ,if one is interested in the 8urge--urge--urge10 as ,whitman calls it1 of the normal life-stream as it goes upon its way1 in these ,american ,states1 one reads ,dreiser with a strange pleasure4 ,he is no more moral than the normal life-stream is moral2 and he is no more immoral4 ,it is true the normal life-stream does not cover quite the whole field4 ,there are back-waters and there are enclosed gardens4 ,there was a ,europe once4 ,but the ,american prose-epic is the ,american prose-epic4 8,so ,we ,grew ,together0#a ,,edgar ,,lee ,,masters ,reading over your letters ,i find you wrote me 8,my dear boy10 or at times 8dear boy10 and the envelope ,said 8master0--all as ,i had been your very son1 ,and not the orphan whom you adopted4 ,well1 you were father to me6 ,and ,i can recall ,the things you did for me or gave me3 ,one time we rode in a box-car to ,springfield ,to see the greatest show on earth2 ,and one time you gave me red-top boots1 ,and one time a watch1 and one time a gun4 ,well1 ,i grew to gawkiness with a voice ,like a rooster trying to crow in ,august ,hatched in ,april1 we'll say4 ,and you went about wrapped up in silence ,with eyes aflame1 and ,i heard little rumors ,of what they were doing to you1 and how ,they wronged you--and we were poor--so poor6 ,and ,i could not understand why you failed1 ,and why if you did good things for the people ,the people did not sustain you4 ,and why you loved another woman than ,aunt ,susan1 ,so it was whispered at school1 and what could be baser1 ,or so little to be forgiven844444 ,they crowded you hard in those days4 ,but you fought like a wounded lion ,for yourself ,i know1 but for us1 for me4 ,at last you fell ill1 and for months you tottered ,around the streets as thin as death1 ,trying to earn our bread1 your great eyes glowing ,and the silence around you like a shawl6 ,but something in you kept you up4 ,you grew well again and rosy with cheeks ,like an ,indian peach almost1 and eyes ,full of moonlight and sunlight1 and a voice ,that sang1 and a humor that warded ,the arrows off4 ,but still between us ,there was reticence2 you kept me away ,with a glittering hardness2 perhaps you thought ,i kept you away--for ,i was moving ,in spheres you knew not1 living through ,beliefs you believed in no more1 and ideals ,that were just mirrors of unrealities4 ,as a boy can be ,i was critical of you4 ,and reasons for your failures began to arise ,in my mind--,i saw specific facts here and there ,with no philosophy at hand to weld them ,and synthesize them into one truth-- ,and a rush of the strength of youth ,deluded me into thinking the world ,was something so easily understood and managed ,while ,i knew it not at all in truth4 ,and an adolescent egotism ,made me feel you did not know me ,or comprehend the all that ,i was4 ,all this you divined4444444 ,so it went4 ,and when ,i left you and passed ,to the world1 the city--still ,i see you ,with eyes averted1 and feel your hand ,limp with sorrow--you could not speak4 ,you thought of what ,i might be1 and where ,life would take me1 and how it would end-- ,there was longer silence4 ,a year or two ,brought me closer to you4 ,i saw the play now ,and the game somewhat and understood your fights ,and enmities1 and hardnesses and silences1 ,and wild humor that had kept you whole-- ,for your soul had made it as an antitoxin ,to the world's infections4 ,and you swung to me ,closer than before--and a chumship began ,between us444444 ,what vital power was yours6 ,you never tired1 or needed sleep1 or had a pain1 ,or refused a delight4 ,i loved the things now ,you had always loved1 a winning horse1 ,a roulette wheel1 a contest of skill ,in games or sports 444 long talks on the corner ,with men who have lived and tell you ,things with a rich flavor of old wisdom or humor2 ,a woman1 a glass of whisky at a table ,where the fatigue of life falls1 and our reserves ,that wait for happiness come up in smiles1 ,laughter1 gentle confidences4 ,here you were ,a man with youth1 and ,i a youth was a man1 ,exulting in your braveries and delight in life4 ,how you knocked that scamp over at ,harry ,varnell's ,when he tried to take your chips6 ,and how ,i1 ,who had thought the devil in cards as a boy1 ,loved to play with you now and watch you play2 ,and watch the subtle mathematics of your mind ,prophecy1 divine the plays4 ,who was it ,in your ancestry that you harked back to ,and reproduced with such various gifts ,of flesh and spirit1 ,anglo-,saxon1 ,celt8-- ,you with such rapid wit and powerful skill ,for catching illogic and whipping ,error's ,fangd head from the body844444 ,i was really ahead of you ,at this stage1 with more self-consciousness ,of what man is1 and what life is at last1 ,and how the spirit works1 and by what laws1 ,with what inevitable force4 ,but still ,i was ,behind you in that strength which in our youth1 ,if ever we have it1 squeezes all the nectar ,from the grapes4 ,it seemed you'd never lose ,this power and sense of joy1 but yet at times ,i saw another phase of you444444 ,there was the day ,we rode together north of the old town1 ,past the old farm houses that ,i knew-- ,past maple groves1 and fields of corn in the shock1 ,and fields of wheat with the fall green4 ,it was ,october1 but the clouds were summer's1 ,lazily floating in a sky of ,june2 ,and a few crows flying here and there1 ,and a quail's call1 and around us a great silence ,that held at its core old memories ,of pioneers1 and dead days1 forgotten things6 ,i'll never forget how you looked that day4 ,your hair ,was turning silver now1 but still your eyes ,burned as of old1 and the rich olive glow ,in your cheeks shone1 with not a line or wrinkle6-- ,you seemed to me perfection--a youth1 a man6 ,and now you talked of the world with the old wit1 ,and now of the soul--how such a man went down ,through folly or wrong done by him1 and how ,man's death cannot end all1 ,there must be life hereafter644444 ,as you were that day1 as you looked and spoke1 ,as the earth was1 ,i hear as the soul of it all ,godard's ,dawn1 ,dvork's ,humoresque1 ,the ,morris ,dances1 ,mendelssohn's ,barcarole1 ,and old ,scotch songs1 ,when the ,kye ,come ,hame1 ,and ,the ,moon ,had ,climbed the ,highest ,hill1 ,the ,musetta ,waltz and ,rudolph's ,narrative2 ,your great brow seemed ,beethoven's ,and the lust of life in your face ,cellini's1 ,and your riotous fancy like ,dumas4 ,i was nearer you now than ever before ,and finding each other thus ,i see to-day ,how the human soul seeks the human soul ,and finds the one it seeks at last4 ,for you know you can open a window ,that looks upon embowered darkness1 ,when the flowers sleep and the trees are still ,at ,midnight1 and no light burns in the room2 ,and you can hide your butterfly ,somewhere in the room1 but soon you will see ,a host of butterfly mates ,fluttering through the window to join ,your butterfly hid in the room4 ,it is somehow thus with souls444444 ,this day then ,i understood it all3 ,your vital democracy and love of men ,and tolerance of life2 and how the excess of these ,had wrought your sorrows in the days ,when we were so poor1 and the small of mind ,spoke of your sins and your connivance ,with sinful men4 ,you had lived it down1 ,had triumphed over them1 and you had grown ,prosperous in the world and had passed ,into an easy mastery of life and beyond the thought ,of further conquests for things4 ,as the ,brahmins say no more you worshipped matter1 ,or scarcely ghosts1 or even the gods ,with singleness of heart4 ,this day you worshipped ,eternal ,peace ,or ,eternal ,flame1 with scarce a laugh or jest ,to hide your worship2 and ,i understood1 ,seeing so many facets to you1 why it was ,blind ,condon always smiled to hear your voice1 ,and why it was in a green-room years ago ,booth turned to you1 marking your face ,from all the rest1 and said 8,there is a man ,who might play ,hamlet--better still ,othello02 ,and why it was the women loved you2 and the priest ,could feed his body and soul together drinking ,a glass of beer and visiting with you444444 ,then something happened3 ,your face grew smaller1 your brow more narrow1 ,dull fires burned in your eyes1 ,your body shriveled1 you walked with a cynical shuffle1 ,your hands mixed the keys of life1 ,you had become a discord4 ,a monstrous hatred consumed you-- ,you had suffered the greatest wrong of all1 ,i knew and granted the wrong4 ,you had mounted up to sixty years1 now breathing hard1 ,and just at the time that honor belonged to you ,you were dishonored at the hands of a friend4 ,i wept for you1 and still ,i wondered ,if all ,i had grown to see in you and find in you ,and love in you was just a fond illusion-- ,if after all ,i had not seen you aright as a boy3 ,barbaric1 hard1 suspicious1 cruel1 redeemed ,alone by bubbling animal spirits-- ,even these gone now1 all of you smoke ,laden with stinging gas and lethal vapor444444 ,then you came forth again like the sun after storm-- ,the deadly uric acid driven out at last ,which had poisoned you and dwarfed your soul-- ,so much for soul6 ,the last time ,i saw you ,your face was full of golden light1 ,something between flame and the richness of flesh4 ,you were yourself again1 wholly yourself4 ,and oh1 to find you again and resume ,our understanding we had worked so long to reach-- ,you calm and luminant and rich in thought6 ,this time it seemed we said but 8yes0 or 8no0-- ,that was enough2 we smoked together ,and drank a glass of wine and watched ,the leaves fall sitting on the porch44444 ,then life whirled me away like a leaf1 ,and ,i went about the crowded ways of ,new ,york4 ,and one night ,alberta and ,i took dinner ,at a place near ,fourteenth ,street where the music ,was like the sun on a breeze-swept lake ,when every wave is a patine of fire1 ,and ,i thought of you not at all ,looking at ,alberta and watching her white teeth ,bite off bits of ,italian bread1 ,and watching her smile and the wide pupils ,of her eyes1 electrified by wine ,and music and the touch of our hands ,now and then across the table4 ,we went to her house at last4 ,and through a languorous evening4 ,where no light was but a single candle1 ,we circled about and about a pending theme ,till at last we solved it suddenly in rapture ,almost by chance2 and when ,i left ,she followed me to the hall and leaned above ,the railing about the stair for the farewell kiss-- ,and ,i went into the open air ecstatically1 ,with the stars in the spaces of sky between ,the towering buildings1 and the rush ,of wheels and clang of bells1 ,still with the fragrance of her lips and cheeks ,and glinting hair about me1 delicate ,and keen in spite of the open air4 ,and just as ,i entered the brilliant car ,something said to me you are dead-- ,i had not thought of you1 was not thinking of you4 ,but ,i knew it was true1 as it was ,for the telegram waited me at my room44444 ,i didn't come back4 ,i could not bear to see the breathless breath ,over your brow--nor look at your face-- ,however you fared or where ,to what victories soever-- ,vanquished or seemingly vanquished6 #a ,copyright1 #aiae1 by ,edgar ,lee ,masters4 ,choleric ,comments ,,alexander ,s4 ,,kaun ,faithful are the wounds of a friend4--,proverbs1 #bg3f4 ,we were looking at oriental rugs one day1 that enfant terrible1 the ,scavenger1 and ,i4 ,there were rugs that tempted me to transgress the tenth commandment1 and there were rugs that jarred me as if ,i were listening to ,carpenter's ,perambulator stunts4 ,my fellow-flneur became impatient with my critical remarks4 8,you don't love rugs40 ,his ,svidrigailovian face grinned4 8,if you did1 you would just love them1 you would not quibble4 ,academician60 ,the last epithet is used by ,,the ,,little ,,review priests and prophets as a means to close all arguments4 ,so it did on that occasion4 ,but it left me pondering over the words of a ,new ,york critic who accused our magazine of being somewhat indiscriminate in its enthusiasm for the sake of enthusiasm1 in its emotionalism for the sake of emotion4 ,i recalled blushingly the confession of our chief ,neo-,hellenist1 who is moved aesthetically by any sort of music1 whether it emanates from ,kreisler's ,stradivarius or from the pianola at ,henrici's4 ,i confess ,i am a fastidious lover4 ,the dearer a person or a thing are to me the more ,i demand from them1 the more painfully ,i am hurt by their flaws4 ,hence the number of my dislikes exceeds that of my likes4 ,hence ,i grit my teeth at the sight of ,maria ,gay in ,carmen4 ,because the music of that opera is so full of eternal symbols to me1 because when listening to it ,i understand why ,nietzsche preferred ,bizet to ,wagner1--,i am scalded by its vulgar cabaretization4 ,had ,i not been stirred by ,mr4 ,powys' remarkable liturgy of ,st4 ,oscar ,wilde1 ,i would not have been so keenly pricked by his subsequent remark in his ,verlaine lecture that ,rimbaud was a ruffian4 ,it is because ,i cannot live without music that ,i am compelled to suffer weekly indigestion from the sauerkraut menus furnished by ,mr4 ,stock's bton4 ,will ,mr4 ,scavenger of the rug-philosophy expect me not to swear and damn at the prospect of being doomed to a long season of ,meistersingers1 ,perambulators1 ,goldmarckian fudge1 ,brahmsian ,academics1 ,stockian ,jubilee-,confetti1 and similar insults8 ,let me touch another sore3--the ,little ,theatre1 the ,temple of ,living ,art1 to which ,i have looked up with reverence and hope2 the only theatrical organization in the city that seemed to have other considerations outside of box-receipts4 ,i was present at the opening night of this season1 and left the little 8catacomb0 with an aching heart4 ,what reason1 what artistic reason1 is there to stage ,andreyev's ,sabine ,women anywhere outside of ,russia8 ,the play was written as a biting satire against the ,russian liberals who fought against the government with ,tolstoyan ,non-,resistance instead of joining the revolutionary proletariat4 ,in ,andreyev's land he is perfectly1 painfully understood2 but here1 on ,michigan ,avenue1 the satire degenerated into a boring burlesque6 ,even ,raymond ,johnson's suggestive1 graceful horizons fail to save the situation4 ,as to ,lithuania--what is the matter with the ,little ,theatre males8 ,they move and speak like hermaphrodites1 they drink vodka and swear in squeaking falsettoes1 they appear so feeble and effeminate in comparison with the virile1 gruesome ,ellen ,van ,volkenburg and ,miriam ,kipper4 ,then1 how realistic--shades of ,zola6 ,maurice ,browne vomits so much more realistically than ,charlie ,chaplin in ,shanghaied4444 ,finding myself in the ,fine ,arts ,building1 ,i am in dangerous proximity of another 8,temple0 that invites my friendly hostility4 ,but ,i vision the brandishment of the ,editor's fatal pencil--silenzia6 ,yet1 if ,i must refrain from1 or at least postpone1 my general attack on ,,the ,,little ,,review1 let me be allowed1 pray1 to whip one of my confreres1 the ,scavenger4 ,whether a sound thrashing will do him good or not is doubtful2 but he certainly deserves flagellation4 ,as a denier1 as a depreciator1 as an anti1 he is as convincing as a bulldog2 but when he loves1 when he lauds and affirms1 his voice thins to that of a sick puppy4 ,he should be administered cure from his mania of showering superlatives upon false gods and counterfeit prophets4 ,i dislike the rle of a ,good ,samaritan1 but our ,scavenger is so young1 so impressionable2 perhaps he will repent4 ,besides1 ,i sympathize with him4 ,he is one of those promising ,americans who suffocate in their native atmosphere1 or lack of atmosphere1 and are easily lured and led astray by will-o'-the wisps4 ,in his yearning for wings he is apt to proclaim a domestic rooster as an eagle2 in his craving for sun1 for light1 he often mistakes a cardboard butaforial sun for ,phbus ,apollo4 ,hence his admiration for that ,arch-,borrower1 ,huneker4 8,he is one of the two or three ,american critics that are above ,puritanic provincialism1 that are broad1 ,european60 exclaims ,scavenger4 ,it is true2 but this truth serves only as a testimonia pauperitatis for the intellectual state of this country1 where glittering counterfeit coins are less odious than ,simon-pure ,americanism4 ,the ,huneker-cult is one of the ,american tragedies of which ,i have spoken on other occasions1 the tragedy of surrogates4 ,the young generation1 seething with longing for the great and the beautiful in life and art1 is forced to feed on substitutes in the absence of real quantities4 ,they want to read a living word about ,verlaine1 about ,huysmans1 about ,matisse1 about those winged titans who make ,trans-,atlantic life so rich and pulsating1 and they turn to ,huneker1 the great concocter of newspaper clippings and boulevard gossip4 ,when ,scavenger read for me ,huneker's admirable essay on ,huysmans ,i was not yet aware that whatever was admirable in the essay had been borrowed almost in toto from ,havelock ,ellis's ,affirmations4#b ,why use the second or third-hand patched up cloak of ,boulevardier-,huneker1 when you may drink from the very source1 from ,arthur ,symons1 from ,havelock ,ellis1 from--oh1 well1 who can recount them8 ,ah1 the tragedy of substitutes6 #b ,affirmations1 by ,havelock ,ellis4 ,boston3 ,houghton ,mifflin4 ,the first edition of the book was issued about twenty years ago1 yet one reads it now with keen joy4 ,with the exception of the essay on ,nietzsche1 which is somewhat obsolete1 the essays on ,zola1 ,huysmans1 ,casanova1 and ,st4 ,francis have stood the test of time4 ,one feels the breeze of cleanness1 freshness1 sincerity1 and profundity4 ,i may have an opportunity of discussing the book some other time4 ,the other evening1 at a gathering of 8,the ,questioners10 ,i accused ,miss ,harriet ,monroe and ,miss ,margaret ,c4 ,anderson of being too lenient editors1 in not trying to mould the taste of their contributors4 ,what conscientious editor would allow a writer of ,scavenger's caliber to descend to the irritating rhetoric of 8,the ,dionysian ,dreiser08 ,to print this loud exaggeration immediately after ,ben ,hecht's ,songs and ,sketches is to profess the rug-philosophy4 ,the ,scavenger1 as most of his colleagues1 is a reformed ,puritan4 ,he finds boyish delight in reading an author who is a professional fence-wrecker and convention-smasher4 ,to him immoralizing is a virtue per se4 ,he hails ,dreiser as the greatest1 for things that he has not done4 ,dreiser is a genius because he has not followed the conventional novelist who makes his villain repent or perish4 ,i admit this2 but such a negative virtue1 significant as it may appear in given conditions1 does not qualify an artist4 ,the 8,genius0 is not art4 ,it is instructive1 it is of great value for the study of contemporary ,america1 as ,mr4 ,masters pointed out4 ,i can imagine that in the twenty-first century ,the 8,genius0 will be used as a textbook for the history of the ,united ,states in the end of the nineteenth century1 for the author has minutely depicted our customs and morals1 has gone into detailed description of country and city life1 of farmers' menues1 of stomach-aches and their cure1 of ,christian ,science wonders1 of salaries and prices1 of all the infinitesimal particles that compose the mosaique of mediocre life4 ,instructive--yes2 but art--by no means4 ,let me quote ,havelock ,ellis's ,affirmations3 ,three strokes with the brush of ,frans ,hals are worth a thousand of ,denner's4 ,rich and minute detail may impress us1 but it irritates and wearies in the end4444 ,when we are living deeply1 the facts of our external life do not present themselves to us in elaborate detail2 a very few points are--as it has been termed--focal in consciousness1 while the rest are marginal in subconsciousness4 ,a few things stand out vividly at each moment of life2 the rest are dim4 ,the supreme artist is shown by the insight and boldness with which he seizes and illuminates these bright points at each stage1 leaving the marginal elements in due subordination4 ,truisms1 aren't these8 ,i wish ,dreiser1 8the greatest10 and his hailers would ponder over them before they apply the term art to #gcf pages devoted to rumination of what ,ellis calls 8marginal elements0 of life4 ,and what a life6 ,in what respect does the life of ,witla1 the 8genius10 deserve so much elaboration and painstaking analysis8 ,the hero's only distinction is his sexual looseness4 ,but he is not a ,sanin who gratifies his animalistic instincts with contempt for motivation or justification4 ,witla1 and ,dreiser1 and ,scavenger1 are reformed ,puritans4 ,when ,witla falls in 8love0 with the round arm of a laundress1 or with the golden hair of a country girl1 or with the black eyes of an art-model1 or with the perfect form of a gambler's wife1 or with the innocence of a mama's girl2 when in each case the lover swears and damns and lyricizes in bad ,english and strives to win and possess the object d'art1 ,mr4 ,dreiser appears from behind the sinner1 pats him on the shoulder1 and flings defiantly into the faces of the terrified philistines3 8,witla is all-right4 ,he is an artist4 ,he loves beautiful things4 ,see1 ,god damn you860 ,is he8 ,throughout the long book we are told time and again that he is an artist4 ,unless we take the author's word for it we are inclined to doubt it very much4 ,true1 an artist loves beauty2 but does he necessarily desire to possess the object of his admiration8 ,does not the contemplation of a beautiful arm or sunset or flower or vase or rug bring the artist complete satisfaction and possession8 ,i do not condemn ,witla2 although ,i dislike him1 for he is a loud mediocrity4 ,there is a ,witla in every one of us men2 but we take our ,witla as our animalistic self1 not as the artistic4 ,ah1 dear ,scavenger1 ,i do love rugs4 ,but there are rugs and rugs4 ,the ,scavenger's ,swan ,song ,what a remarkable fellow my friend the ,incurable is6 ,i talk to him about rugs1 quite casually1 as we wait for a car1 and what does this devil of a psychologist do but walk deep into my soul on one of them4 ,i read him a ,huneker article on ,huysmans which he remarks is excellent at the time1 only to find 7almost too late7 that ,i should have read ,havelock ,ellis4444 ,how ,i envy him this distinction of having read ,havelock ,ellis instead of ,james ,huneker1 of being subtle enough to prefer the deep1 metaphysical didactics concerning ,life 7with a capital ,l1 ,miss ,editor7 to the contemplation of that most seductive of literary signposts--,huneker4 ,but it is so foolish to quibble about books4444 ,if ,i had anything else to do ,i wouldn't read them4444 ,puritan1 indeed6 ,that is too much4 ,i suspect it is only a withering retort1 a ferocious counter to the 8academic charges40 ,but what of ,dreiser--poor1 little1 smug1 banal1 and illiterate ,dreiser8 ,you should have spared him4 ,you remember on the elevated going home one night how ,i pleaded with you to spare him1 how ,i argued1 defended1 fought8 ,ah1 ,i am shamed4 ,i feel somehow responsible for this annihilation of a man1 aye a good writer1 who was fast becoming one of the great men of ,america4444 ,when you speak of music everything becomes clear to me4 ,here am ,i who like music well enough to have studied it for ten years1 who can improvise as well on the violin as on the typewriter1 but who nevertheless have been denied the capacity for experiencing the critical disorganization of the soul at the sound of bad music1 and nervous exaltations at the sound of good4 ,i suffer and gloat--but subjectively4 ,to me music is a background4444 ,it is not my natural form of self-expression4 ,neither are rugs4 ,and ,i haven't time to be a connoisseur4 ,later--perhaps4 ,but now ,i reduce all such differences of attitude as yours and mine to the everlasting wrangle between the connoisseur and the improviser4 ,yes8 ,puritan6 ,that is nothing4 ,later you will call me charlatan because ,i sometimes compose paradoxes and even epigrams4 ,culture abhors an epigram4 ,ho6 ho6 the devil take you and all critics4 ,we ride the crests--,miss ,editor and ,i4 ,once my friend the ,incurable rode the crests and they washed him up on a foreign shore1 and now he calls the crests 8foam0 or 8emotion for emotion's sake0 or a lot of other rather true things4 ,to ride on the crests as long as you can--that's the life 7a small 8l10 ,miss ,editor72 to think one thing today and another tomorrow1 to have lots of fun1 to yell while you're young1 to believe ,havelock ,ellis a bearded old lady--in short1 8klushnik10 to follow the care-free1 tortuous path of improvisation1 self-expression1 instead of pursuing the lugubrious catacombs of criticism and connoisseurship4 ,as for my article1 8,the ,dionysian ,dreiser10 ,i will not defend that4 ,your abuse of that writing coupled with your smug praise of ,ben ,hecht's atrocious poetry 7concerning which ,i agree with my friend 8,bubble0 ,bodenheim1 who told me it was so bad on the whole that he couldn't get it out of his mind7 is inconsistent4 ,ah1 friend1 may my death and ,dreiser's be forever on your conscience4 8,,the ,,scavenger40 ,dregs ,,ben ,,hecht ,life ,the sun was shining in the dirty street4 ,old women with shapeless bodies waddled along on their way to market4 ,bearded old men who looked like the fathers of ,jerusalem walked flatfooted1 nodding back and forth4 8,the tread of the processional surviving in ,halsted street10 thought ,moisse1 the young dramatist who was moving with the crowd4 ,children sprawled in the refuse-laden alleys4 ,one of them ragged and clotted with dirt stood half-dressed on the curbing and urinated into the street4 ,wagons rumbled1 filled with fruits and iron and rags and vegetables4 ,human voices babbled above the noises of the traffic4 ,moisse watched the lively scene4 8,every day it's the same10 he thought2 8the same smells1 the same noise and people swarming over the pavements4 ,i am the only one in the street whose soul is awake4 ,there's a pretty girl looking at me4 ,she suspects the condition of my soul4 ,her fingers are dirty4 ,why doesn't she buy different shoes8 ,she thinks ,i am lost4 ,in five years she will be fat4 ,in ten years she will waddle with a shawl over her head40 ,the young dramatist smiled4 8,good ,god10 he thought1 8where do they come from4 ,where are they going8 ,no place to no place4 ,but always moving1 shuffling1 waddling1 crying out4 ,the sun shines on them4 ,the rain pours on them4 ,it burns4 ,it freezes4 ,today they are bright with color4 ,tomorrow they are grey with gloom4 ,but they are always the same1 always in motion40 ,the young dramatist stopped on the corner and looking around him spied a figure sitting on the sidewalk1 leaning against the wall of a building4 ,the figure was an old man4 ,he had a long white beard4 ,he had his legs tucked under him and an upturned tattered hat rested in his lap4 ,his thin face was raised and the sun beat down on it1 but his eyes were closed4 8,asleep10 mused ,moisse4 ,he moved closer to him4 ,the man's head was covered with long silky white hair that hung down to his neck and hid his ears4 ,it was uncombed4 ,his face in the sun looked like the face of an ascetic1 thin1 finely veined4 ,he had a long nose and almost colorless lips and the skin on his cheeks was white4 ,it was drawn tight over his bones1 leaving few wrinkles4 ,an expression of peace rested over him--peace and detachment4 ,of the noise and babble he heard nothing4 ,his eyes were closed to the crowded frantic street4 ,he sat1 his head back1 his face bathed in the sun1 smileless and dreaming4 8,a beggar10 thought ,moisse1 8asleep1 oblivious4 ,dead4 ,all day he sits in the sun like a saint1 immobile4 ,like one of the old ,alexandrian ascetics1 like a delicately carved image4 ,he is awake in himself but dead to others4 ,the waves cannot touch him4 ,his thoughts1 oh to know his thoughts and his dreams80 ,suddenly the eyes of the young dramatist widened4 ,he was looking at the beggar's long hair that hung to his neck4 8,it's moving10 he whispered half aloud4 ,he came closer and stood over the old man and gazed intently at the top of his head4 ,the hair was swaying faintly1 each separate fiber moving alone4444 ,it shifted1 rose imperceptibly and fell4 ,it quivered and glided4444 8,lice10 murmured ,moisse4 ,he watched4 ,silent and asleep the old man sat with his thin face to the sun and his hair moved4 ,vermin swarmed through it creeping1 crawling1 tiny and infinitesimal4 ,every strand was palpitating1 shuddering under their mysterious energy4 ,at first ,moisse could hardly make them out but his eyes gradually grew accustomed to the sight4 ,and as he watched he saw the hair swell like waves riding over the water1 saw it drop and flutter1 coil and uncoil of its own accord4 ,vermin raised it up1 pulled it out1 streaming up and down tirelessly in vast armies4 ,they crawled furiously like dust specks blown thick through the white beard4 ,they streamed and shifted and were never still4 ,they moved in and out1 from no place to no place1 but always moving1 frantic1 and frenzied4 ,an old woman passed and with a shake of her head dropped two pennies into the upturned hat4 ,moisse hardly saw her4 ,he saw only the palpitating swarms that were now racing1 easily visible1 through the grey white hair4 ,some ventured down over the white ascetic face1 crawling in every direction1 traveling around the lips and over the closed eyes1 emerging suddenly in thick streams from behind the covered ears and losing themselves under the ever moving beard4 ,and ,moisse1 his senses strained1 thought he heard a noise--a faint crunching noise4 ,he listened4 ,the noise seemed to grow louder4 ,he began to itch but he remained bending over the head4 ,he could hear them1 like a faraway murmur1 a purring1 uncertain sound4 8,they're shouting and groaning1 crying out1 weeping and laughing10 he mused4 8,it is life 444 life44440 ,he looked up and down the crowded burning street with its frantic crowd1 and smiled4 8,life10 he repeated4444 ,he walked away4 ,before him floated the hair of the beggar moving as if stirred by a slow wind1 and he itched4 8,but who was the old man80 he thought4 ,a young woman1 plump and smiling1 jostled him4 ,he felt her soft hip pressing against him for a moment4 ,a child running barefoot through the street brushed against his legs4 ,he felt its sticky fingers seize him for an instant and then the child was gone4 ,on he walked4 ,three young men confronted him for a second time4 ,he passed between two of them1 squeezed by their shoulders4 ,a shapeless old woman bumped him with her back as she shuffled past4 ,two children dodged in and out screaming and seized his arm to turn on4 ,the young dramatist stopped and remained standing still1 looking about him4 ,then he laughed4 8,life10 he murmured again2 and 8,i am the old man10 he added1 8,i 444 ,i44440 ,depths ,crowds began to come out of the buildings4 ,they came in streams and broad waves1 breaking in a black sweep over the pavements and spreading into a thick long mass that moved forward4 ,the glassy lights cut the twilight drizzel with their yellow fire4 ,the tumult grew until up and down the street an unceasing din sounded1 shrieking1 roaring1 clanging noises4 ,moisse1 the young dramatist1 stood against one of the office buildings as the throngs spilled past him on their ways home4 ,his eyes were fixed on the distant gloom of the sky which hung beyond the drizzel and the fuzzy glare of light like a vast black froth4 8,it is so silent10 mused ,moisse4 8,millions of miles without a sound4 ,man and his accomplishments are infinitesimal10 went on the young dramatist as the swelling throng brushed and buffeted against him1 8but his ego is infinite4 ,only by thought can he reach the stars40 ,he was thoughtless for a moment1 holding his position with difficulty as the crowds pressed past4 ,then he resumed3 8,none of them looks at me4 ,none of them imagines ,i am thinking of the stars4 ,how startled these fat evil-smelling men and women would be if they could see my thought for a moment as they crashed along their tiny ways4 ,but nevertheless ,i don't eat tonight10 he murmured suddenly1 as if awakening4 ,and the idea plunged him into a series of reflections from which he emerged with a frown and looked about him4 ,a short thick man with an unshaven face was shuffling past4 ,his skin was broken under his growth of beard with red and purple sores4 ,his mouth hung open1 his eyes stared ahead of him and his head was bent forward4 ,moisse thought of the body concealed by the layers of caked rags which covered the man1 and shuddered4 8,he never bathes10 mused the young dramatist4 8,i wonder what a creature like that does40 ,and he followed him slowly4 ,at the corner the man stopped and blew his nose violently with his fingers4 ,another block and he stopped again1 bending over in the midst of the crowd and straightening with a cigar butt in his hand4 ,he eyed the thing critically4 ,it was flattened at the end where feet had passed over it4 ,the man thrust it between his lips and shuffled on4 ,in a vestibule he extracted a blackened match from his pocket and with shaking fingers lighted the butt4 ,when it burned he blew a cloud of smoke1 and taking it out of his mouth regarded it with satisfaction4 ,several in the throng noticed him1 their eyes resting with disapproval and sometimes hate upon the figure4 ,once a crossing policeman spied him and followed him with his gaze until he was lost to view4 ,moisse kept abreast of him and together they turned into an alley that led behind a hotel4 ,the man's eyes never wavered1 but remained fixed in the direction he was moving4 ,the alley was dark4 ,in the court that ran behind the hotel were several large1 battered cans that shone dully against the black wall4 ,debris littered the ground4 ,looking furtively at the closed doors the man made his way to one of the cans4 ,he lifted the cover cautiously and thrust his arm into its depths4 ,for several minutes he remained with his arm lost inside the refuse can4 8,he's found something10 whispered ,moisse4 ,the man straightened4 ,in his hand he held an object on which sparks seemed to race up and down like blue insects4 ,he raised his find to his face and then thrust it into his pocket and resumed his shuffle down the alley4 8,to think10 mused ,moisse1 8of a man eating out of a garbage can4 ,either he is inordinately hungry or careless to a point of 444 of44440 ,he searched for a word that refused to appear and he followed slowly after the man4 ,in the dim light of a side street the man paused and took out his booty4 ,it was evidently the back of a fowl4 ,standing still the man thrust it into his mouth1 gnawing and tearing at its bones4 ,after he had eaten for several minutes he held it up to the light and started picking at shreds of meat with his fingers4 ,these he licked off his hand4 ,the meal was at length finished4 ,the man threw the gleaned bones away1 blew his nose and walked on4 ,through the dark tumbled streets ,moisse followed4 ,the shuffling figure fascinated him4 ,he noted the gradually increasing degradation of the neighborhood1 the hovels that seemed like torn1 blackened rags1 the broken streets piled with refuse and mud4 ,in front of a lighted house the man stopped4 ,the curtains which hung over the two front windows of the house were torn4 ,one of them was half destroyed and ,moisse saw into the room in which a gas jet flickered and which was empty4 ,the man walked up the steps and knocked at the door4 ,it was opened4 8,a woman10 whispered ,moisse4 ,she vanished1 and the man followed her4 ,the two appeared in a moment in the room with the gas light4 ,the woman was tall and thin1 her hair hung down her back in two scimpy braids4 ,her face was coated with paint and great hollows loomed under her eyes4 ,the man walked to her1 his open mouth widened in a grin4 8,they're talking10 murmured the young dramatist as he watched their haggard faces move strangely4 ,he noted the woman was dressed in a wrapper1 colorless and streaked4 8,i wonder--0 he began1 but the scene captured his attention4 ,he watched absorbed4 ,the woman was shaking her head and backing away from the man who finally halted in the center of the room4 ,he lifted a foot from the floor and removed its shoe4 ,standing with the shoe in his hand his eyes glistened at the woman who watched him with her neck stretched forward and a sneer on her lips4 ,the man put his hand in the shoe and brought out a coin4 8,a twenty-five cent piece10 muttered ,moisse4 ,the man held it up in his fingers and laughed4 ,his face distorted itself into strange wrinkles when he laughed4 ,moisse who could not hear the laugh saw only an imbecilic grimace4 ,the woman took the coin1 and left the room4 ,she returned in a moment holding out her arms to the man4 ,he seized her1 crushing her body against him until she was bent backward4 ,he pressed his face over her1 his mouth still open1 his eyes staring4 ,the woman stared back and laughed1 fastening her lips suddenly to his4 ,losing his balance1 the man staggered and the woman broke from his grasp4 ,he pounced on her1 seizing her hand and jerking her against him4 ,as she held back he raised his fist and struck her fiercely in the face4 ,she swayed for an instant and then stood quiet4 ,her lips began to smile and move in speech4 ,the man shook his head rapturously1 rubbing his nose with a finger and panting4 ,moisse turned away and walked slowly toward the town4 8,good ,god10 he murmured1 8he'll take his clothes off and she44440 ,his emotions began to trouble him4 ,an unrest stirred his body4 8,i should have gone in there and taken her away from him10 he mused1 and then with a shudder he walked on--smiling4 ,gratitude ,the avenue bubbled brightly under the grey rain4 ,the afternoon crowd had melted from the sidewalk1 washed into hallways and under awnings by the downpour4 ,it began to look like evening4 ,a refreshing gloom settled over the street4 ,the wind leaped out of alley courts and byways and raced over the pavement accompanied by spattering arpeggios of rain4 ,moisse1 the young dramatist1 turned into the avenue4 ,his voluminous black raincoat1 reaching from his ears to his shoe tops1 flapped in front of him4 ,by exercising the most diligent effort1 however1 he managed rather to saunter than walk1 and he kept his eyes raptly fixed upon the deserted stretch of shining cement4 ,as he moved peacefully along he repeated to himself3 8,the rain leaps and pirouettes like a chorus of ,russian elves4 ,it jumps4 ,it bounces4 ,it hops1 skips1 and runs4 ,flocks of little excited silver birds are continually alighting around my feet and chattering in a thousand voices4 ,i should have been a poet40 ,removing his gaze from the ground he looked at the faces which lined the buildings and floated like pale lamps in the darkened vestibules4 8,everyone is watching me10 he thought1 8for in my attitude there is the careless courage of an unconscious heroism4 ,i stroll along indifferent to the rain4 ,it splashes down my neck4 ,it takes the crease out of my trousers4 ,it trickles off the brim of my hat4 8,and all this stamps me momentarily in these afflicted minds as an unusual human4 8,that one with the monogomistic side-whiskers is wondering what a queer fellow ,i am4 8,what can it be that engrosses my attention to the point of making me so oblivious to the rain8 8,and that fat woman with the face like a toy balloon is certain ,i will catch my death of cold4 8,the little girl with the wide eyes thinks ,i am in love4 8,there is an infinite source of speculation in my simple conduct40 ,the water was making headway down the back of his neck1 but ,moisse hesitated and then abstained from adjusting his collar more firmly4 8,they will notice it10 he thought1 8and immediately ,i will lose the distinctive aloofness which characterizes me now40 ,so moving leisurely down the avenue ,moisse1 the young dramatist1 progressed1 his eyes apparently unconscious of the scene before him1 his soul oblivious to the saturated world1 and his mind occupied with distant and mysterious thoughts4 ,the downpour began to assume the proportions of a torrent4 ,moisse persisted in his tracks4 ,someone touched his elbow4 ,he turned and found a little old man with faded eyes and threadbare1 dripping clothes smiling earnestly at his side4 ,the little old man was bent in the shoulders4 ,his shirt had no collar4 ,his brown coat was buttoned to his neck4 ,his face screwed up by a sensitiveness to the cataract of drops beating against it1 was round and full of wrinkles4 ,it had the quizzical1 goodnatured look of a fuzzy little dog4 ,his wet eyes that seemed to be swimming in a red moisture peered at ,moisse who was frowning4 8,i'm hungry10 began the little old man1 8,i ain't had anything to eat--0 8,how much do you want80 inquired ,moisse4 8,anything10 said the beggar4 ,the young dramatist felt in his pocket4 ,a single half-dollar encountered his fingers4 8,i've only got a half-dollar10 he said1 8,i'll get it changed4 ,come on40 ,the two of them walked in silence1 ,moisse still sauntering1 the little old man bent over and looking as if he wanted to speak but was afraid of dissipating a dream4 8,wait here10 ,moisse said suddenly1 8,i'll go in and get change40 ,he stepped into the box office of one of the large moving-picture theaters on the avenue and secured change4 ,the little old man had followed him inside the building1 his eyes watching him with an eager curiosity4 ,moisse turned with the change to find the beggar at his elbow4 ,he handed him fifteen cents4 8,what's the matter80 he inquired4 8,been drinking80 8,no1 no10 said the beggar4 8,why haven't you80 persisted ,moisse frowning2 8don't you know there's nothing for you but drink4 ,that's what drink is for4 ,men like you40 ,the faded eyes livened4 8,now you go and get yourself three good shots of booze10 went on ,moisse1 8and you'll be a new man for the rest of the day40 ,the beggar had become excited4 ,his lips moved in a nervous delight but he uttered no sound4 ,with the fingers of his right hand he picked at the blackened and roughly-bitten nails of his other4 ,he cleared his throat and then as if suddenly inspired1 removed his drenched hat and raised his eyebrows4 ,touched by the sincerity of the little old man's emotions the young dramatist reached into his pocket and brought forth another ten cent piece4 8,here10 he said1 8buy two more drinks40 ,the little man seemed about to break into a dance4 ,his face became tinged with the pink of an old woman's cheek4 ,the red moisture ran out of his eyes in two white tears4 ,moisse regarded him1 frowning4 8,once you were young as ,i am today10 said ,moisse aloud1 fastening his eyes upon the top of the little old man's head which seemed dirty and bald despite the pale hair1 and alive4 8,perhaps you had ambitions and then some commonplace occurred and you lost them4 ,and now you float around begging nickles4 ,that's interesting4 ,a little old man begging nickles in the rain40 ,the beggar smiled eagerly and then ventured a slight laugh4 ,he came closer to ,moisse and stood trembling4 8,asking for crumbs10 went on ,moisse with a deepening frown1 8cursed at night when alone by memories that will not die4 ,eh80 ,he looked suddenly into the faded eyes and smiled4 ,the little old man nodded his head vigorously4 ,he caught his breath and stood looking at ,moisse with his mouth open and his cheeks wrinkled as if he were about to cry4 ,his breath struck the young dramatist and he averted his nose4 8,strange10 resumed he1 8now you have a quarter and ,i have a quarter and still we remain so different4 ,isn't it strange1 old fellow8 ,yet it is the inevitable inequality of men that makes us brothers40 ,the beggar was about to speak4 ,moisse paused and looked with interest at the round face1 the quivering nostrils and the lips that were twitching into speech4 8,no one has talked to me like you10 he said1 8no one40 ,and he caught his breath and stared with a strange expression at his benefactor4 ,he bit at a finger nail and lowered his head4 ,he seemed suddenly in the throes of a great mental struggle for his face had become earnest4 ,it endured for a moment and then he looked at ,moisse4 8,you--you want me to come along with you10 he said and he scratched at the back of his ear4 8,i'll come along if you want me to10 he repeated4 8,come along8 ,where80 ,moisse asked1 his eyes awakening4 8,oh1 anyplace10 said the little old man4 8,i ain't particular1 if you ain't40 ,he was breathing quickly and he reached for the palm of his patron4 ,a deep light had come into his face4 ,his faded eyes had grown stronger4 ,their quizzical look was gone and they were burning in their wet depths4 ,they looked now with a maternal intensity into the eyes of ,moisse and their smile staggered the sophistication of the young dramatist4 ,the little old man continued to breathe hard until he began to quiver4 ,he suddenly assumed command4 8,come10 he said1 seizing ,moisse by the palm and squeezing it4 8,i know a place we can go and get a room cheap and where we won't be disturbed4 ,it ain't so nice a place but come40 ,he squeezed the palm he held for the second time4 ,the deep light that had come into his little dog's face softened and two tears rolled again out of his eyes4 ,he caught his breath in a sob4 8,i--,i don't drink10 he said2 8,i'm hungry--but ,i can wait 444 until we get through40 ,he was beaming coquettishly through his tears and fondling the young dramatist's hand4 8,i can wait10 he repeated1 raising his blue lips toward ,moisse1 his face transfigured and glowing pink4 8,i see10 said ,moisse1 withdrawing his hand with an involuntary shudder4 ,he was about to say something but he turned1 again involuntarily1 and hurried away1 breaking into a run when he found himself in the rain4 ,the little old man's face drooped4 ,he walked slowly staring after him4 ,he stood bareheaded while the rain bombarded his drenched figure and he looked at the young dramatist running4 ,while he stood gazing after him his face screwed up was suffused with a strange tenderness and the tears dripped out of his eyes4 ,editorials and ,announcement ,emma ,goldman at the ,fine ,arts ,theatre ,beginning ,sunday night1 ,november #ba1 ,emma ,goldman is to deliver nine new lectures in the most interesting playhouse in town--the ,fine ,arts ,theatre1 ,chicago home of the ,irish ,players and ,miss ,horniman's company and ,miss ,barnsdall's ,players' ,producing company1 etc4 ,the complete list of lectures will be found on page #dd4 ,the first1 on 8,preparedness0--well1 if you heard the ,powys-,browne debate last ,sunday night and agree with ,margery ,currey that ,mr4 ,browne struck the roots of the issue1 then ,i beg you to hear ,emma ,goldman4 ,mr4 ,browne said something about the real issue being whether people would rather kill or be killed4 ,i could scarcely believe my ears4444 ,if you once listen to ,emma ,goldman talking of fundamentals you can never fall for sentimentalizations again4 ,will ,our ,readers ,help8 ,there is a beautiful plan on foot to help ,,the ,,little ,,review live through its third year4 ,it is this3 ,if our readers will order their books through the ,gotham ,book ,society we will receive a certain percentage on all the sales4 ,this arrangement has been made with the publishers1 so that any book you want1 whether listed in our pages or not1 may be procured at the same price for which it is on sale at your local bookseller's--and sometimes even less than that4 ,you will find full particulars on page #ej of this issue4 ,radical magazines do not become popular1 and the problem of meeting the cost of production every month is really a desperate one4 ,if there is a good response to this plan we ought to make the bulk of our publishing cost out of it1 and then we can devote our energies to the improvement of the magazine's quality4 ,will you please keep this in mind when ordering your books8 ,it will mean such a tremendous thing to us6 ,the ,russian ,literature ,class ,in reply to many inquiries about the group for the study of ,russian literature1 we are glad to announce that the idea is in the process of realization4 ,early in ,january the group will meet1 and will proceed to attend the regular lectures4 ,the course will be offered by a ,russian1 who is well known to the readers of ,,the ,,little ,,review4 ,those willing to join the adventure are asked to send their names and addresses to #hcd ,fine ,arts ,building4 ,john ,cowper ,powys on ,war ,,margery ,,currey ,it was a quite1 quite dreadful jolt that shook the ,john ,cowper ,powys cult on the night of the debate between the master and ,maurice ,browne of the ,little ,theatre4 ,the great one1 appearing robed in black1 through his ,delphic1 released1 blinding vapor clouds of infallible utterance1 was to devastate the suggestion that war is evil1 avoidable1 and should not be prepared for by military methods4 ,maurice ,browne was to defend the suggestion4 ,scarce half a moon before had the first murmuring of discontent arisen among the worshipers of the temple1 when their idol1 beautiful1 mordant1 flaming1 strode forth in flapping black garments and proclaimed that in this great war of many nations 8the gall and vitriol and wormwood and uncleanness of mankind are burned1 purged from the purified flesh of humanity2 that then humanity is transformed1 until the passion of hate is hardly distinguishable from the passion of love40 ,the master himself was the glorious vulture of war4 ,looming there on the stage of the ,little ,theatre1 black1 huge1 alone under a vast orange sky heavily streaked with black1 a violet light from somewhere touching the crimson of his face--and beside him in that great lonely cosmos an iridescent emerald bowl upon a high ivory pedestal4 ,that little1 little iridescent bowl1 the ivory1 the vast peace of a universe1 no coagulating clots hanging from the shreds of bodies torn and entangled in the barbed wire meshes of the trenches1 no cries--only one huge black moving thing there4 8,war a great evil and an unmitigated wrong8 ,i cannot see it4 ,a pacifist struggle for existence is only a meaner struggle4 ,they are fools who think it advisable or possible to stamp out war2 they are knaves if1 thinking this possible or advisable1 they still go on a pacifist crusade40 ,followed then the picture of a well-managed nation during war1 a regime of exalted socialism--the pooling of all moneys1 the raising of the income tax1 the rich paying for the needs of the poor2 she who was once thought a bedraggled hussy of ,london's east end now become a savior of her country1 in her potential gift of a son to the recruiting office of her country2 the high price now set on flesh and blood1 even that of the most humble4 ,well1 all this heroic joy and thin-ice socialism--it was announced at the end of the evening that the week after the subject would be ,walt ,whitman4 ,thank heaven6 ,let his people listen to ,john ,cowper ,powys on ,walt ,whitman4 ,of these he should speak--of ,walt ,whitman1 of ,oscar ,wilde1 of ,huysmans and ,richepin and ,milton and ,ficke and ,baudelaire and ,goethe and ,shakespeare4 ,on these he speaks divinely4 ,peace and war indeed6 ,and the debate8 ,there stood ,maurice ,browne in valiant opposition1 really 8the idealist and fanatic0 as his opponent called him1 not adding 8the clear thinker10 the rejector of temptations to revel in obvious and facile romanticisms on the sweet decorum of dying for one's country1 with all the talk of defending one's beloved from the hand of the ravager4 ,there were even those who understood ,mr4 ,browne when his bravery and his prophetic sight let him dare to say such things as 8,it is better to be killed than to kill4 ,to refrain from a combat of violence when the victims might be your dearest ones is not to put a finger in the cogs of ,god's orderly universe4 ,it is a question of looking the ,god that is within you in the face40 ,as for the merits of the debate1 the matter of war and its avoidableness was not touched on in its practical aspects1 except by one who presided over the meeting and in three intelligent moments discussed the economic and the proved sides of war4 ,,the ,,little ,,review is no tract1 and we may pass that by as understood4 ,and after it all1 out of an audience of two hundred and twenty--when they overflowed the ,little ,theatre they trooped to the ,fine ,arts ,assembly ,room--eighty-four stood up to announce their conviction that war is not evil1 not avoidable1 and should be prepared for by military methods1 and some sixty others stood up to indicate their opposite conviction6 ,the vote was on the merits of the question4 ,the ,theatre ,,the ,,washington ,,square ,,players ,,saxe ,,commins ,were ,i a self-appointed apologist for the ,washington ,square ,players ,i might be able to say with gracious fairness that 8their works are not worth as much as their endeavors but their endeavors are heroic40 ,but ,i am not inclined to pardon these enthusiasts whose enthusiasm has become cautious1 whose ideals are inoffensive1 whose outlines are blurred by an undiscerning dilettantism1 who in the absence of a dominant individual characteristic flounder helplessly through an unbalanced1 inartistic program1 that is only relieved1 fortunately1 by ,mr4 ,phil ,moeller's delicious satire ,helena's ,husband4 8,it is not from what you emancipate yourself1 it is for what40--,let us see whether the ,washington ,square ,players have really liberated themselves from the ,broadway tradition of 8getting it over10 from the sacrifice of the artistic for the opportune1 and from the fear of offending the generous critics of the ,new ,york ,press and incidentally a gullible public4 8,what have they done that has an element of daring1 invigorating thought10 was asked of one of the members of the producing staff4 8,my ,lady's ,honor1 one of last year's plays10 was his answer4 ,to those who were unfortunate enough to have seen this pseudo-feminist tract--,george ,broadhurst supplanting ,ibsen in a free theatre--,i need not tell what resentment that remark aroused4 ,nor could those who saw ,moondown on the same bill be more antagonized than ,i was when ,i heard so fatuous a statement as 8,if we had more plays like ,moondown we would establish the equivalent in ,america to the ,celtic renaissance40 ,is this 8for what0 the ,washington ,square ,players have emancipated themselves8 ,even if ,moondown had any value in itself would they deserve any credit for an aspiration that is only a conditional imitation8 ,i take these casual expressions of members of the organization critically because there is a most noticeable absence of persistent1 highly individualized effort1 because there is a majority rule1 the odorlessness of an insipid mixture prevalent in the atmosphere about the ,band ,box4 ,they are successful--unfortunately4 ,consider the present bill4 ,has the play-reading committee shown any distinction that differentiates it from those ,broadway theatrical agencies that supply syndicated thrills on demand8 ,have they not arranged their programme without any regard for balance1 to the vaudeville formula in this manner3 ,one curtain-raiser on a current topic--of course the war2 one play cut and measured for the star1 a misfit1 to prepare you for the middle piece1 in this instance an amazingly clever satire by ,phil ,moeller2 and then the end-up--7,yes1 they have outgrown ,broadway2 they don't wave a big ,american flag as a grand finale number7--in this spirit3 8wouldn't a fancifully pagan thing be very nice to show that we have a conception of the beautiful80 ,voil--the whole is the sum of its parts1 mathematically accurate1 yes2 but 8who knows whether two and two don't make five0 in the science of ,esthetics1 if there is such a thing4 ,where1 ,i cannot understand1 is their proclaimed aspiration of finding plays which fulfill the artistic merit that they would lead us to believe the ,new ,york theatre-goer demands8 ,if there is such a public1 do they think and choose for them secure in the belief that the patient supporters of these sterile ,little ,theatre movements will abide such exploitation8 ,is their complacency so complete that they can disregard every requirement that a 8,new ,theatre0 movement imposes and yet get away with it8 ,when ,i use the term 8,new ,theatre0 ,i mean it in the ,strindbergian sense1 a new and thoroughly iconoclastic theatre that panders to no opinion1 whose merit lies solely in an individual and artistic distinction1 a theatre that has something of the 8continual slight novelty40 ,fire and ,water1 the opening play of the bill by ,hervey ,white1 is a sacrifice of art to the god of timeliness1 an inane argument1 an undramatic episode1 a virtuous plea against ,war that permits its author to air some abstractions on brotherhood and equality with utter disregard for the tenseness or the dramatic possibilities of the situation4 ,broadway knows better4 ,they1 at least1 are both opportune and spectacular and do not pour forth so much of what ,nietzsche calls 8moralic acid40 ,night of ,snow1 by ,roberto ,bracco1 seems chosen ostensibly to allow ,mr4 ,ralph ,roeder to cover as great an area of the stage as is possible in forty-five minutes of monotonous gesture to the melodious obligato of a voice ranting second-rate ,hamlet self-lacerations4 ,it tells the story of a person half gentleman1 half derelict1 who likes to cry about it while his mistress and mother indulge themselves to satiation with sickly sweet sacrifice4 8,i am his ,mo-ho-ther0 etcetera4 ,what a relief was ,moeller's play--a play that could not even be contaminated by its environment4 ,i think ,anatole ,france would be glad to have written it4 ,helena's ,husband is much more than an historical interpretation of a phase of the ,trojan wars4 ,it is the truth6 ,moeller is more than clever4 ,he knows as well as ,france that 8history is a pack of lies40 ,the ,antick1 by ,percy ,mackaye1 is a devitalized ,pagan attempt which in spite of charming ,lupokova was extremely tedious4 ,i heard little of it1 so poor was the enunciation of the actors1 and for my concentrated attention ,i was rewarded with an incoherent effort to transplant ,pan to barren1 colorless ,new ,england4 ,i wonder whether ,mr4 ,mackaye ever read ,pater's ,denys ,l',auxerrois8 ,at least the ,washington ,square ,players presume to desire1 even though it be in a misdirected manner4 ,will they overcome the affable praise that they get so generously from uncritical critics8 ,will they mature sufficiently to recognize the mistakes of their infancy8 ,there is still hope that they can be saved from success4 ,where is the strong1 perhaps tyrannical1 individual who can do it8 8,lithuania0 ,whoever hasn't seen the ,little ,theatre's production of ,rupert ,brooke's ,lithuania has missed an excellent although unimportant dramatic treat4 ,it is the most 8effective0 thing of its kind ,i ever have seen executed in ,chicago4 ,it is one prolonged and unrelieved shudder from start to finish4 ,rupert ,brooke is the hero of the occasion4 ,his play is the thing4 ,the theme is that of the guest who stops over in an outlying peasant hut and is murdered in his chamber while he sleeps4 ,brooke added a flourish in making the guest a returned son of the house who vanished when he was thirteen4 ,taking this hackneyed idea ,brooke moulded it with consummate skill4 ,and the result is a study in horror and pathology1 vivid1 artistic and for its effect upon the audience to be compared only to the witnessing of a child birth4 ,three of its actors rose to its demands4 ,mrs4 ,browne as the lame daughter contributed practically all the human atmosphere there was4 ,miriam ,kiper abetted her4 ,allan ,mac,dougall1 in the part of a half-witted son of a tavern keeper1 added a few excellent moments4 ,the other men were1 however1 entirely unsuccessful in their efforts4 ,maurice ,browne1 as the peasant father1 failed with the rest of them to give the impression the play demanded1 sullen1 grim1 virile1 despondency4 ,but it was there1 despite them4 ,an ,objection ,why is it people have such stupid reactions to the plays put on by the ,chicago ,little ,theatre8 ,i do not know4 ,it is easy to explain why they talk in subdued tones while entering2 why they almost walk on tip-toe2 why they ask for the programs almost with awe2 and why1 sometimes1 they stop their chatter as the lights are slowly dimmed4 ,the causes of these actions and their explanation are obvious4 ,and yet--after the play6 ,what inane1 half-witted remarks about the bill6 ,this 8notice0 printed above about the opening bill of their fourth season--what is it worth as a piece of criticism1 as a review1 or even as an account of the proceedings it so tritely and knowingly pretends to explain8 8,mrs4 ,browne as the lame daughter4444 ,miriam ,kiper abetted her4 ,mac,dougall 444 added a few excellent moments4444 ,maurice ,browne 444 failed with the rest of them40 ,what rot6 ,in watching ,brooke's play you are not aware that you are watching 8,mrs4 ,browne as the lame daughter0 or ,miriam ,kiper as the mother1 ,mac,dougall as the son of an inn-keeper1 or ,mr4 ,browne as the father4 ,you do not find time to bother about that part of your reaction4 ,your subjection to play and players is too strong and tense4 ,it is the usual thing to bother after the play1 questioning members--who played this role8--who played that role8 ,and then1 after hours or days of weighing and shallow balancing1 write a 8review40 ,again ,i question3 ,why do people react so stupidly to the plays at this theatre8 ,this is not the adequate or honest way to view a play like ,brooke's or acting like the ,little ,theatre company's4 ,in this play even as in ,the ,trojan ,women they have closely approached that losing themselves in the 8impersonal ideal0 or 8one tradition0 of which ,mr4 ,powys spoke so white-heatedly in a former article in ,,the ,,little ,,review4 ,except for ,mac,dougall and for ,moseman1 who are always ,mac,dougall and ,moseman1 we were watching a play--and forgot to gather the ingredients and essentials of the inevitable review4 ,book ,discussion ,an ,inspired ,publisher ,to paraphrase the biblical adage3 ,samson is upon ye1 ,philistines6 ,that quaint giant1 ,russian literature1 is storming the ,anglo-,saxon world2 and no longer in apothecary doses1 in solitary books1 but in avalanches4 ,a practical dreamer1 ,alfred ,a4 ,knopf1 is determined to deluge this country with the best and nearly best that has been written in ,russia1 and he is doing it on a big scale1 in torrents and showers4 ,such a dizzying list of publications3 ,gogol1 ,goncharov1 ,lermontov1 ,gorky1 ,andreyev1 ,garshin1 ,kropotkin2 and he is going to give us ,sologub1 ,kuzmin1 ,ropshin6 ,and he has given us ,przybyszewski's ,homo ,sapiens1 the book about which ,i have been drumming the ears of my ,american friends for years1 the book that has stirred me more than any other work of art1--,i mean it literally4 ,mr4 ,knopf has introduced another novel feature on the book-market3 he selects translators from among those who know three things--,russian1 ,english1 and how to write1--so that the reader will be spared the torture of wading through a badly-done translation from the ,french version of a ,german translation from the ,russian 7examples8 ,recall ,sanine674 ,a literature is like a people2 if you want to know it1 you must learn not only its ,cromwells and ,napoleons1 but also its ,asquiths and ,vivianis2 not only its ,shakespeares and ,goethes1 but its ,wellses and ,sudermanns as well4 ,turgenyev1 ,dostoevsky1 ,tolstoy1 do not exhaust ,russian literature of the nineteenth century1 though they are the greatest novelists of their epoch4 ,there are many interesting sides of ,russian life which are not reflected on the canvasses of the great ,trio1 but have been painted by perhaps minor artists1 whom we cannot afford to miss if we intend to gain a clear vista of that peculiar life and its peculiar literature4 ,hence ,goncharov and his ,precipice4 ,in ,russia he is ranked next to ,turgenyev4 ,without the latter's delicate lyricism ,goncharov presents the objective artist1 if this is possible1 in depicting the life of the gentry1 the class that has been either ignored or caricatured by the writers with a ,tendenz4 ,in ,precipice we face ,rayski1 ,vyera1 the grandmother1 the passing types of the romantic nobility1 whose passions and tragedies are as stirring and as human as those of the more democratic elements of society4 ,garshin is another writer heretofore unknown to the ,english world4 ,his ,signal and other ,stories are achingly ,russian4 ,garshin is a product of the ,eighties1 the epoch of 8petty deeds10 when the heavy boot of ,alexander ,,iii4 drove into the underground all that was idealistic in his country4 ,the soil-less ,intelligentzia had the alternative of turning retrogrades or going insane4 ,garshin's lot was with the latter category4 ,his few stories ache with the black melancholy which finally hurled him down a flight of stone steps1--his last flight4 ,his war impressions are gripping with the resigned ,russian sadness2 they are all-human1 universal2 but ,attalea ,princeps1 the symbolical tale of an exotic plant chafing in a hot-house--who but a compatriot of mad ,garshin will fathom its profound tragicness6 ,the republication of ,kropotkin's ,ideals and ,realities in ,russian ,literature will be of service to the critical student of ,russian literature4 ,i say critical1 for although the book is rich in material the personal views of the author and his valuations of the writers are considerably obsolete and tainted with the liberalistic tendency of 8problem0-friends4 ,below are more reviews of ,mr4 ,knopf's publications4 ,the most important one is ,przybyszewski's ,homo ,sapiens4 ,it deserves a special article4 ,see the next issue6 ,homo ,monstrosus ,taras ,bulba1 by ,nicolai ,gogol4 ,new ,york3 ,alfred ,a4 ,knopf4 ,they burned him at the stake1 bound to a great tree in iron chains4 ,the flames lapped at his feet1 glowing into his old face that was scarred and leathered with battle1 brightening the silver of his fierce mustache4444 ,out of the reddened shadows that fell over him like a mantle his lips could be seen curling in a smile1 contemptuous and arrogant1 and he turned his eyes toward the ,dnyeper where the boats of his brothers were pulling away under a rain of lead4 8,farewell1 comrades10 he shouted to them2 8remember me1 and come hither again next spring to make merry60 ,and then he turned to the ,lyakhs against whom he had waged war and who knew him as the raven of the steppe4 ,the fire had risen above the faggots and the great tree was burning4 ,out of the flames came the voice of the hero4444 8,a ,tzar shall arise from the ,russian soil and there shall not be a ,power in the world which shall not submit to him40 ,thus died ,taras ,bulba1 kazak4 ,in this day when a man's skin is his most greedily guarded possession and the lisping of pale1 pretty words his greatest glory1 ,taras ,bulba comes charging into ,america1 a figure in need4 ,on his black horse he comes1 his scalp lock flying in the wind1 his sword waving in great circles above his head1 his body leaning over the shining neck of his steed and his voice ringing with the battle whoop of the kazak4 ,he is the eternal warrior1 the plundering hero1 the lusty knight of battle1 a devil of a man with boiling blood in his veins and the savage joy of life in his heart4 ,taras and his two sons1 ,andrii and ,ostap1 go thundering up and down the ,russian steppe with the savage avalanche of the ,zaporozhe4 ,they fight and carouse and their deeds are mighty--mightier than the deeds of which ,homer sang and the performances which ,walter ,scott sketched4 ,beside ,taras ,ivanhoe pales into tin puppet1 ,ulysses into a lady's man4 ,what a book6 ,if you know ,gogol through his ,dead ,souls1 the 8humorous0 classic of ,russia1 you will read in amazement his ,taras ,bulba4 ,it is ,rabelais with a sword4 ,through its pages ring the shouts of battle and ,gargantuan manhood--,homo ,monstrosus4444 ,once or twice the pale face of a woman peeps out of them and ,gogol kicks it back into place with his kazak boot4 8,do you want fire1 ,ostap8 ,do you want mad blood in your heart8 ,come ride with me over the steppe to the tents of the ,zaporozhe44440 ,when ,i closed the book with its red shouts still ringing in my ears--with old ,taras still burning against the great tree and the magic steppe stretching before me--,i thought of the baby-ribbon bards and the querulous quibblers of ,american letters--and smiled4444 ,come on1 ,bulba1 there is still blood in ,america that has not dried1 there are still hearts that have not been transformed into pink doilies4 ,welcome6 ,you can't shout too loud for me1 you can't swagger too much4 ,the soul of you that left your burning body laughed and roared its way into heaven4444 ,gorky at ,his ,best and ,worst ,chelkash1 and ,other ,stories1 by ,maxim ,gorky4 ,new ,york3 ,alfred ,a4 ,knopf ,maxim ,gorky is the poorest and most uneven of the ,russian writers4 ,he is--or was--a pioneer4 ,he came wailing from lonely roads where the vagrom man sleeps beneath the stars and wonders what there is to life4 ,and his dull1 bitter plaints with ferocity as their leit motif soon sounded over the world4 ,when the majority of ,russian genius was struggling to 8go to the people0 ,gorky had the advantage of coming from the people4 ,alfred ,knopf's collection of ,gorky tales under the title of ,chelkash is ,gorky at his best and worst4 ,i find in it some of his best tales abominably written1 studded with crass 8gems0 of philosophy1 broken up with unnecessary moralizings4 ,for instance1 his ,twenty-,six of ,us and ,one ,other4 ,in this ,gorky writes of his immortal bakeshop4 ,as a youth ,gorky spent his days in a bakeshop4 ,time and again he has painted it1 in other stories better than in this one4 ,but in this instance the bakeshop is only a background2 usually it is the main theme4 ,tanya1 a little girl1 stops every morning to say 8,hello0 to the twenty-six bakers4 ,they give her little cakes4 ,she is the only 8ray of sweetness0 in their lives4 ,they look upon her as a daughter1 a shrine4 ,and ,tanya it is who alone awakens in them for a few moments each day something approaching fineness4 ,along comes a terrible dandy1 a ladies' man4 ,he seduces every lady he sets his cap for2 it is his boast4 ,the bakers like him3 he is a 8gentleman0 and very democratic4 ,but one day when he is boasting the head baker grows excited and mentions 8,tanya40 ,the dandy boasts he will seduce her4 ,an argument follows4 ,after a month the dandy succeeds4 ,the bakers witness the girl's 8undoing40 ,when she comes out of the dandy's room1 smiling1 happy1 they gather around her1 spit at her1 revile and abuse her4 ,no names they can think of are bad enough4 ,they fall into a frenzy of vituperation4 ,but they do not strike her4 ,realizing dully that a 8god0 has died1 they go back to work4 ,chelkash1 the first tale in the book1 is ,gorky on his 8home ground0--the vagrom man1 the pirate1 the road thief4 ,he paints him with a careful brush and a sureness of his subject4 ,in ,the ,steppe he does the same4 ,a ,rolling ,stone1 and ,chums1 the last the best story in the volume1 are also variations of the vagrom man theme--the underdog4 ,but it is in stories like ,one ,autumn ,night1 ,comrades1 ,the ,green ,kitten1 and ,her ,lover that ,gorky reveals his greatest genius and his greatest weakness4 ,he can feel them1 imagine them1 see them1 but for some reason he cannot write them4 ,one ,autumn ,night might have been one of the world's strongest classics4 ,all the tales in the volume are the work of the 8first0 ,gorky--the bitter one1 the melodramatic1 outraged ,gorky4 ,they are on a whole not as good as the collection of stories written during that same period and translated in a volume called ,orloff and ,his ,wife4 ,gorky still lives and he has learned how to write4 ,his later tales1 composed in ,italy by the 8second0 ,gorky1 the consumptive1 contemplative1 clear-seeing ,gorky1 are mature1 almost mellow4 ,but they are no longer distinctive4 ,anyone could have written them1 anyone with a bit of genius and a great deal of time on his hands4 ,but the ,chelkash tales and the tales in ,orloff and ,his ,wife--these no one but ,gorky has written1 and although they are inferior in workmanship to the products of ,chekhov and ,andreyev the ,american reader will find them perhaps more interesting4 ,two ,masters and a ,petty ,monster ,the ,little ,angel1 by ,leonid ,andreyev4 ,new ,york3 ,alfred ,a4 ,knopf4 ,russian ,silhouettes1 by ,anton ,chekhov4 ,new ,york3 ,charles ,scribner's ,sons4 ,the ,breaking ,point1 by ,michael ,artzibashef4 ,new ,york3 ,b4 ,w4 ,huebsch4 8,charming fellows1 those ,russians10 said my friend4 8,when it comes to delineating the processes1 mental and physical1 of rape1 suicide1 incest1 arson1 butchery1 and disease1 they are without peers44440 ,i therefore take this occasion to hurl two newly translated ,russian books at my friend1 hoping they land on his thick head4 ,the first book which ,i hurl at my friend is ,andreyev's ,the ,little ,angel4 ,it is a collection of short stories4 ,there are fifteen stories in the new volume brought out by ,mr4 ,alfred ,knopf1 and all of them are little masterpieces4 ,there is one story about a dog1 ,snapper4 ,only ,anatole ,france has equaled it4 ,there is another story1 ,the ,marseillaise4 ,it is a perfect story4 ,it is ,kipling at his very best plus a flavor1 a note1 a something serious and deep that the ,russians alone know how to command1 that ,kipling never reached4 ,there is one story1 ,in the ,basement4 ,i hope my friend chokes on this story4 ,it would serve him right4 ,but ,the ,little ,angel stands out from the fifteen4 ,it is about a little boy1 a bitter1 lonely-hearted fellow whose mother drinks and beats him1 whose father is dying of consumption1 and who in turn snarls and bullies his playmates and weeps at night because his heart is so empty and heavy4 ,in this story ,andreyev attains a poignant delicacy of touch and a grim beauty which even his one-time contemporary ,chekhov never surpassed4 ,the ,little ,angel is the most beautiful short story ,i ever have read4 ,chekhov has also been translated again4 ,a collection of fragments1 vibrating episodes1 moods1 and exquisite children stories called ,russian ,silhouettes has been issued by ,scribners'4 ,a better artist than ,andreyev1 keener1 more reserved1 more subtle1 ,chekhov to my notion nevertheless lacks the vibrancy which the author of ,the ,seven ,who ,were ,hanged flings into his tales4 ,andreyev wields the pen of ,dostoevsky with a little thinner ink4 ,chekhov is ,turgenev fragmentized4 ,he has left behind him a series of little canvases so finely done1 so skilfully passionate 444 well1 ,i hurl him at my friend without further ado4444 444 ,it is that consumptive rogue of an ,artzibashef who has caused most of the trouble4 ,the devil take him and his erotic suicides4 ,his latest translated book brought out by ,huebsch is a tasteless joke4 ,it is called ,the ,breaking ,point4 ,in it all the characters but one commit suicide1 all the women are 8ruined40 ,whenever two or more of its genial personae come together they forthwith fall into an argument concerning the futility of life1 the idiocy of existence and so on and so on4 ,and the trouble is that ,artzibashef can write1 beautifully1 keenly1 and sometimes gloriously4 ,in ,sanine1 for instance1 in ,the ,millionaire1 there are passages better than ,andreyev1 better than ,chekhov1 better than any writer has written4 ,but the books are distorted1 full of puerile moralizings1 breathing a diseased lust and a sentimentalized violence--and ,the ,breaking ,point is the worst of them to date4 ,artzibashef's work stands in the same relation to the ,russian realism that ,paul ,de ,kock's work stands to the ,french sensual finesse4 ,,america',s ,,coming-,,of-,,age by ,,van ,,wyck ,,brooks ,a study of ,american ideals and reality3 aspirations and performance4 ,what is it that prevents the maturity of our literature and life8 ,in our art1 our politics1 our letters1 the torturous trails of the 8,highbrow0 and of the 8,lowbrow0 may be traced4 ,they stem from ,jonathan ,edwards and ,benjamin ,franklin respectively4 ,at all bookstores #a4jj net4 ,whither do they lead8 ,read the book3 it marks a step forward in ,american criticism4 ,published by ,b4 ,w4 ,,huebsch1 #bbe ,fifth avenue1 ,new ,york ,city4 ,,amy ,,lowell',s ,,new ,,book ,,six ,,french ,,poets ,studies in ,contemporary ,literature ,emile ,verhaeren ,albert ,samain ,remy de ,gourmont ,henri de ,rgnier ,francis ,jammes ,paul ,fort ,by the author of 8,sword ,blades and ,poppy ,seed10 8,a ,dome of ,many-,coloured ,glass10 etc4 ,written by one of the foremost living ,american poets1 this is the first book in ,english containing a careful and minute study1 with translations1 of the famous writers of one of the greatest epochs in ,french poetry4 #b4ej ,,the ,,macmillan ,,company1 ,publishers1 ,new ,york ,,emma ,,goldman ,,at ,,the ,,fine ,,arts ,,theatre #daj ,,south ,,michigan ,,ave4 ,,november #ba,,st ,,to ,,december #e,,th1 #aiae ,,subjects3 ,sunday1 ,nov4 #bast1 ,preparedness1 7,the ,road to ,war and ,disaster7 ,tuesday1 ,nov4 #bcrd1 ,the ,right of the ,child ,not to ,be ,born ,thursday1 ,nov4 #beth1 ,the ,message of ,anarchism ,saturday1 ,nov4 #bgth1 ,sex1 ,the ,great ,element of ,creative ,art ,sunday1 ,nov4 #bhth1 ,the ,philosophy of ,atheism ,tuesday1 ,nov4 #cjth1 ,victims of ,morality ,thursday1 ,dec4 #bnd1 ,nietzsche and the ,german ,kaiser ,saturday1 ,dec4 #dth1 ,birth ,control ,sunday1 ,dec4 #eth1 ,beyond ,good and ,evil ,,all ,,lectures ,,at #h3ae ,p4 ,m4 ,,questions ,,and ,,discussion ,,tickets ,,on ,,sale ,,at ,,the ,,little ,,review1 #hcd ,,fine ,,arts ,,building ,,admission1 #ej ,,and #be ,,cents ,,fine ,,arts ,,theatre #daj ,south ,michigan ,avenue ,,violin ,,recital ,,by ,david ,hochstein ,at #c3cj ,p4 ,m41 ,december #e4 ,,programme #a4 ,concerto in ,a major ,mozart #b4 ,concerto in ,d minor ,bruch #c4 7a7 ,romance ,schumann 7b7 ,two ,waltzes ,brahms 7c7 ,air ,nandor ,zsolt 7d7 ,valse-,caprice ,nandor ,zsolt #d4 ,bohemian ,folk ,songs and ,dances ,sevcik ,bretislav ,holka ,modrooka ,boxes1 #aj4jj4 ,tickets1 #a4ej1 #a4jj1 #ge cents4 ,on sale at ,fine ,arts ,theatre4 ,mail orders to ,,fine ,,arts ,,theatre1 #daj ,south ,michigan ,avenue1 ,chicago4 ,,the ,,miscellany ,,the ,,miscellany combines illustrated articles of interest to booklovers and lovers of literary essays3 belles-lettres1 art1 and the drama coming within its province as well as occasional book-reviews4 ,a partial list of topics appearing during #aiae is as follows3 ,the ,lost ,art of ,making ,books ,the ,noh ,drama of ,japan ,the ,fortsas ,library ,the ,new ,loggan ,prints1 and ,ancient ,paper-,making ,a department in each number acts as official journal for ,the ,american ,bookplate ,society4 ,in its second year4 ,specimen on request4 ,issued quarterly4 ,subscription3 #a4jj per year4 ,,the ,,miscellany #ag ,board of ,trade1 ,kansas ,city1 ,mo41 ,u4 ,s4 ,a4 8,an ,authentic ,original ,voice in ,literature0--,the ,atlantic ,monthly4 ,,robert ,,frost ,,the ,,new ,,american ,,poet ,,north ,,of ,,boston ,,alice ,,brown3 8,mr4 ,frost has done truer work about ,new ,england than anybody--except ,miss ,wilkins40 ,,charles ,,hanson ,,towne3 8,nothing has come out of ,america since ,whitman so splendid1 so real1 so overwhelmingly great40 ,,amy ,,lowell in ,the ,new ,republic3 8,a book of unusual power and sincerity4 ,a remarkable achievement40 ,,new ,,york ,,evening ,,sun3 8,the poet had the insight to trust the people with a book of the people and the people replied #8,man1 what is your name8' 444 ,he forsakes utterly the claptrap of pastoral song1 classical or modern4444 ,his is soil stuff1 not mock bucolics40 ,,boston ,,transcript3 8,the first poet for half a century to express ,new ,england life completely with a fresh1 original and appealing way of his own40 ,,brooklyn ,,daily ,,eagle3 8,the more you read the more you are held1 and when you return a few days later to look up some passage that has followed you about1 the better you find the meat under the simple unpretentious form4 ,the ,london ,times caught that quality when it said3 #8,poetry burns up out of it1 as when a faint wind breathes upon smouldering embers4' 444 ,that is precisely the effect44440 ,,reedy',s ,,mirror3 8,genuine poetry1 these #8,north of ,boston' tales1 they hold one with the grip of a vivid novel4444 ,i can only refer my readers to #8,north of ,boston' for acquaintance with what seems to me a fine achievement2 such achievement1 indeed1 as contributes vitally to the greatness of a country's most national and significant literature40 ,a ,,boy',s ,,will ,mr4 ,frost's ,first ,volume of ,poetry ,,the ,,academy 7,,london73 8,we have read every line with that amazement and delight which are too seldom evoked by books of modern verse40 ,,north ,,of ,,boston4 ,cloth4 #a4be net1 #dth printing4 ,,north ,,of ,,boston4 ,leather4 #b4jj net4 ,a ,,boy',s ,,will4 ,cloth4 #ge cents net1 #b;d printing4 #cd ,,west #cc;d ,,street ,,new ,,york ,,henry ,,holt ,,and ,,company ,a ,romance of ,old ,ireland ,,the ,,passionate ,,crime ,,by ,e4 ,,temple ,,thurston1 ,author of 8,the ,open ,window10 8,the ,city of ,beautiful ,nonsense10 ,etc4 ,this latest of ,mr4 ,e4 ,temple ,thurston's novels introduces its author into an entirely new field4 ,among the wilds of ,ireland1 in a region of the most imaginative superstition1 he tracks down the story of the romantic life and death of a young poet1 whose brilliantly promising career was wrecked in the midst of tragedy4 ,the spirit of faerie hangs over the whole tale1 which is imbued with ,celtic glamor1 and the strange1 elusive inspiration of the ,irish mountainside4 ,cloth1 #a4cj ,net ,d4 ,,appleton ,,and ,,company ,publishers - ,new ,york ,violette of ,pere ,lachaise ,by ,,anna ,,strunsky 7,mrs4 ,wm4 ,english ,walling7 ,the story of a girl with a free mind4 ,in it is seen the spiritual development of a specially gifted individual and also the development of every individual to some extent4 ,violette is an ardent creature1 more alive than most people1 giving herself and her art to the social revolution of which the woman movement is so important a part4 ,cloth1 #ab mo41 #a4jj net ,,library ,,of ,,irish ,,literature ,a literature rich in historic incident1 noble aspiration1 humour1 romance and poetic sentiment4 ,in its pages are enshrined the traditions and aspirations of a race1 the fierce drama of centuries of struggle1 and the holy light of tenderness and devotion which has shone undimmed through the darkest periods of ,ireland's history4 ,not only to the ,irishman but to all who take an interest in the best literature1 the literature of ,ireland makes a special appeal4 ,volumes ,now ,ready ,,thomas ,,davis4 ,selections from his ,prose and ,poetry4 ,edited by ,t4 ,w4 ,,rolleston1 ,m4,a4 ,the centenary of this poet and patriot has just been reached4 ,this edition contains full selections from the best of his historical and political essays and poetry4 ,,wild ,,sports ,,of ,,the ,,west4 ,by ,w4 ,h4 ,,maxwell4 ,one of the best sporting books ever written and the first of a number to be issued on sport and travel in ,ireland1 and by ,irishmen abroad4 ,,legends ,,of ,,saints ,,and ,,sinners4 ,edited by ,,douglas ,,hyde1 ,,ll4,d4 ,the wealth of fancy and fable in ,irish folklore and legend translated from the ,gaelic and other authentic sources by one of the prime movers in the ,gaelic ,league4 ,,humours ,,of ,,irish ,,life4 ,edited by ,,charles ,l4 ,,graves1 ,m4,a4 ,a unique collection of ,irish humour containing fairly long selections from modern writers as well as from the classics4 ,,irish ,,orators ,,and ,,oratory4 ,edited by ,,professor ,f4 ,m4 ,,kettle1 ,national ,university of ,ireland4 ,from the wealth of material in this field the best has been culled by an authority4 ,,the ,,book ,,of ,,irish ,,poetry4 ,edited by ,,alfred ,,perceval ,,graves1 ,m4,a4 ,there has long been a need for this volume and no better editor could have been chosen than the author of 8,father ,o',flynn40 ,each1 octavo1 illustrated1 #a4jj net4 ,boxed in set1 #f4jj ,,russian ,,books ,,dead ,,souls ,by ,nikolai ,gogol ,with an ,introduction by ,stephen ,graham 8,dead ,souls10 written by ,gogol in the years #ahcg-h is the greatest humorous novel in the ,russian language4 ,it is the most popular book in ,russia1 and its appeal is world-wide4 8#8,dead ,souls' is ,russia herself4 ,the characters have become national types1 and are more alluded to by ,russians than ,mr4 ,pickwick1 ,squire ,western1 ,falstaff1 ,micawber1 are by us40--,from preface by ,stephen ,graham4 ,cloth1 #ab mo41 #a4be net ,,the ,,black ,,monk ,,the ,,kiss ,,the ,,steppe ,by ,anton ,tchekhoff ,translated from the ,russian by ,r4 ,e4 ,c4 ,long and ,adeline ,lister ,kaye ,tchekhoff is regarded in his own country as the most talented of the younger ,russian writers4 ,tolstoy has compared him to ,de ,maupassant4 ,his writings have gone through numberless editions in ,russia1 but two of the above volumes are translated into ,english for the first time4 ,his art is noted for its simplicity1 shades of psychological insight and subtle humor4 ,in his stories is that spirit of permanence which lives mainly in the ,past and the ,future1 and so truly represents the spirit of ,russia4 8,tchekhoff 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,dreiser ,author of 8,sister ,carrie10 8,the ,titan10 etc4 ,cloth1 #a4ej ,net ,eugene ,witla is one of those strange personalities which occasionally spring up among the humdrum types of common life1 an exotic flower in a vegetable garden4 ,brilliant1 irregular1 unstable1 he attracts and repels in the book as in life4 ,the story deals with his rise as an artist1 and later as a business man4 ,he is one of those powerful and yet fragile personalities to whom great success and great disaster almost inevitably come4 ,his weakness lies in the insatiable hunger of his mind and body for the charm of feminine youth and beauty4 ,his conquests form a series of fascinating episodes1 gay with all the colors of love and art4 ,eugene is in search of the 8,impossible ,she40 ,when he is at the height of his success1 he finds her4 ,he reaches out his arms to grasp her1 and at that moment the whole structure of his life crumbles beneath him4 ,abysses open1 at the bottom of which lie all but insanity4 ,he struggles to save himself4 ,at the end of the book--but read it4 ,a ,,story ,,of ,,genius1 ,,restless ,,power ,,and ,,creative ,,energy ,,searching ,,for ,,life',s ,,solution 8,the #8,genius' is a work of art to which ,dreiser has risen from mere works of devoted craft40--,st4 ,louis ,mirror4 8,dreiser's work reminds one at times of ,zola1 of ,balzac and of ,tolstoy40--,new ,york ,times4 8,his study of this fine character in fiction 7,the #8,genius'7--a strictly ,twentieth ,century product--is full of human interest and psychic significance40--,philadelphia ,north ,american4 8,a separate and colossal effort4444 ,its people live1 its lesson is all the more forceful for the author's consistent refusal to pass it4 ,yes1 ,mr4 ,dreiser indubitably is an artist40--,chicago ,herald4 ,,poetry ,the ,collected ,poems of ,rupert ,brooke ,with a ,critical ,introduction by ,george ,edward ,woodberry and a ,biographical ,note by ,margaret ,lavington4 ,photogravure ,frontispiece4 ,cloth1 #a4be net4 8,among all who have been poets and died young it is hard to think of one1 who both in life and death1 has so typified the ideal radiance of youth and poetry40--,,gilbert ,,murray in the ,cambridge ,magazine4 ,poems ,by ,gilbert ,k4 ,chesterton1 ,author of 8,the ,ballad of the ,white ,horse10 etc4 ,cloth1 #a4be net4 ,this new collection of the poems of ,g4 ,k4 ,chesterton covers a multitude of subjects--,love ,poems1 ,religious ,poems1 ,rhymes for the ,times1 etc41 and his verse1 no less than his prose1 contains delicious humor and deep philosophy4 ,,art ,modern ,painting ,its ,tendency and ,meaning ,by ,willard ,h4 ,wright ,author of 8,what ,nietzsche ,taught10 etc4 ,with #d subjects in color and #bd reproductions4 ,cloth1 #b4ej net4 8,the first book in ,english to give a coherent and intelligible account of the new ideas that now rage in painting4 ,its appearance lifts art criticism in the ,united ,states out of its old slough of platitude-mongering and sentimentalizing40--,smart ,set4 ,what ,pictures to ,see in ,america ,by ,mrs4 ,l4 ,m4 ,bryant ,author of 8,what ,pictures to ,see in ,europe10 etc4 ,over #bjj illustrations4 ,cloth1 #b4jj net4 ,in order to see art museums rightly in the short time at the disposal of the general tourist a careful guide must be had to save time and strength4 ,mrs4 ,bryant in the present book visits the various galleries of ,america from ,boston to ,san ,francisco1 and points out the masterpieces of famous artists4 ,,john ,,lane ,,co4 ,,new ,,york ,transcriber's ,notes ,advertisements were collected at the end of the text4 ,the table of contents on the title page was adjusted in order to reflect correctly the headings in this issue of ,,the ,,little ,,review4 ,the original spelling was mostly preserved4 ,a few obvious typographical errors were silently corrected4 ,all other changes are shown here 7before_/after73 p4 #d3 444 clear over head1 with shells from three of four guns making little rose-coloured 444 444 clear over head1 with shells from three or four guns making little rose-coloured 444 p4 #af3 444 ,the ,musseta ,waltz and ,rudolph's ,narrative2 444 444 ,the ,musetta ,waltz and ,rudolph's ,narrative2 444 p4 #cj3 444 8,the rain leaps and pirouttes like a chorus of ,russian elves4 ,it jumps4 444 444 8,the rain leaps and pirouettes like a chorus of ,russian elves4 ,it jumps4 444 p4 #cb3 444 the fingers of his right hand he picked at the blackened and roughtly-bitten 444 444 the fingers of his right hand he picked at the blackened and roughly-bitten 444 p4 #cb3 444 and stood looking at ,moisse with his mouth open and his checks wrinkled 444 444 and stood looking at ,moisse with his mouth open and his cheeks wrinkled 444 p4 #ci3 444 was4 ,miriam ,kipper abetted her4 ,allan ,mac,dougal1 in the part of a half-witted 444 444 was4 ,miriam ,kiper abetted her4 ,allan ,mac,dougall1 in the part of a half-witted 444 p4 #dj3 444 he has given us ,przbyshewski's ,homo ,sapiens1 the book about which ,i 444 444 he has given us ,przybyszewski's ,homo ,sapiens1 the book about which ,i 444