No More Learning

Thou- no-thou canst not forsake me!
So let us do what must be done, with dignity,
With a firm step. What am I doing worse
Than did famed Cæsar at the Rubicon,
When he the legions led against his country,
The which his country had delivered to him?
Had he thrown down the sword he had been lost,
As I were if I but disarmed myself.
I trace out something in me of his spirit.
Give me his luck, that other thing I'll bear.
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THE ICONOCLASTS
From the History of the Revolt of the United Netherlands': date 1556
THE
HE commencement of the attack on images took place in West
Flanders and Artois, in the district between Lys and the
sea. A frantic band of artisans, boatmen, and peasants,
mixed with public prostitutes, beggars, and thievish vagabonds,
about three hundred in number, provided with clubs, axes, ham-
mers, ladders, and cords, only few among them furnished with
firearms and daggers, cast themselves, inspired with fanatical
fury, into the villages and hamlets near St. Omer; burst the gates
of such churches and cloisters as they find locked, overthrow the
altars, dash to pieces the images of the saints and trample them
under foot. Still more inflamed by this execrable deed, and re-
inforced by fresh accessions, they press forward straightway to
Ypres, where they can count on a strong following of Calvinists.
Unopposed they break into the cathedral; the walls are mounted
with ladders, the pictures are beaten into fragments with ham-
mers, the pulpits and pews hewn to pieces with axes, the altars
stripped of their ornaments, and the sacred vessels stolen. This
example is immediately followed in Menin, Comines, Verrich,
Lille, and Oudenarde; the same fury in a few days seizes the
whole of Flanders. At the very time when the first tidings of
these events arrived, Antwerp was swarming with a crowd of
homeless people, which the Feast of the Assumption of the Virgin
had brought together in that city. The presence of the Prince
of Orange can scarcely keep within bounds the licentious band,
who burn to imitate their brothers in St. Omer; but an order
of the court which summons him in haste to Brussels, where the
regentess is just convening her council of State in order to lay
before them the royal letters, obliges him to abandon Antwerp
to the wantonness of this band. His departure is the signal for
tumult. From fear of the lawless violence of the mob, which
manifested itself in derisive allusions in the very first days of the
festival, the image of the Virgin, after having been carried about
for a short time, was brought for safety to the choir, without
being set up as formerly in the middle of the church. This
incited some impudent boys of the common people to pay it a
visit there, and scoffingly to inquire why it had recently absented
itself in such haste? Others mounted the pulpit, where they
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A Catholic boatman, who was indignant at this jest, wished to
pull them down from thence; and it came to blows in the
preacher's seat. Similar scenes occurred the following evening.
The numbers increased, and many came provided with suspi-
cious implements and secret weapons. Finally it occurred to one
of them to cry "Long live the Geuses! " Immediately the whole
rabble took up the cry, and the Virgin was called upon to do the
same. The few Catholics who were there, and who had given
up the hope of effecting anything against these desperadoes, left
the church after they had locked all the doors except one.
As
soon as they found themselves alone, it was proposed to sing
one of the psalms according to the new melody, which was forbid-
den by the government. While they were yet singing, they all
cast themselves with fury upon the image of the Virgin, piercing
it through with swords and daggers, and striking off its head;
prostitutes and thieves snatched the great wax-lights from the
altars and lighted them to the work. The beautiful organ of the
church a masterpiece of the art of that period- was broken in
fragments; the paintings were defaced and the statues dashed to
pieces. A crucified Christ of life size, which was set up between
the two thieves opposite the high altar,—an old and highly prized
work, was pulled to the ground with cords and cut to pieces.
with axes, while the two murderers at its side were respectfully
spared. The holy wafers were strewed on the ground and tram-
pled under foot; in the wine for the celebration of the Lord's
Supper, which was accidentally found there, the health of the
Geuses was drunk; with the holy oil they greased their shoes.
Graves even were rummaged, and the half-decayed corpses taken
out and trampled under foot. All this was done with as won-
derful regularity as if the parts had been assigned to each one
beforehand; every one worked into his neighbor's hands. Danger-
ous as this business was, no one met with any injury, notwith-
standing the dense darkness, notwithstanding the heavy objects
which fell around and near them, while many were scuffling
on the highest steps of the ladders. Notwithstanding the many
tapers which lighted them in their villainous doings, not a sin-
gle individual was recognized. With incredible rapidity the deed
was accomplished; in a few hours a hundred men, at most, de-
spoiled a temple of seventy altars, and next to St. Peter's in
Rome perhaps the largest and most magnificent in Christendom.
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Τ"
THE LAST INTERVIEW OF ORANGE WITH EGMONT
From the History of the Revolt of the United Netherlands': date 1567
HE warning of Orange came from a sad and dispirited heart;
and for Egmont the world still smiled. To quit the lap
of abundance, of affluence and splendor, in which he had
grown up to youth and manhood, to part from all the thousand
comforts of life which alone made it of value to him, and all this
in order to escape an evil which his buoyant courage regarded
as still far off,- no, that was not a sacrifice which could be asked
from Egmont. But even had he been less self-indulgent than he
was, with what heart could he have made a princess pampered
by long prosperity-a loving wife and children, on whom his
soul hung-acquainted with privations at which his own courage.
sank, which a sublime philosophy alone can exact from sensuality?
"Thou wilt never persuade me, Orange," said Egmont, "to see
things in this gloomy light in which they appear to thy mourn-
ful prudence. When I have succeeded in abolishing the public
preachings, in chastising the iconoclasts, in crushing the rebels
and restoring their former quiet to the provinces, what can the
King have against me? The King is kind and just, and I have
earned claims upon his gratitude; and I must not forget what I
owe to myself. " "Well then," exclaimed Orange with indignation
and inner anguish, "risk the trust in this royal gratitude! But
a mournful presentiment tells me- and may Heaven grant that I
may be deceived! -thou wilt be the bridge, Egmont, over which
the Spaniards will pass into the country, and which they will
destroy when they have passed over it. " He drew him, after he
had said this, with ardor to himself, and clasped him fervently
and firmly in his arms. Long, as though for the rest of his life,
he kept his eyes fixed upon him and shed tears.
never saw each other again.
They
Translation of E. P. Evans.
ON THE ESTHETIC EDUCATION OF MAN
Extract from Letter No. 9
THE
HE artist, it is true, is the son of his age; but woe be to him
if he is also its pupil, or even its favorite. Let a benefi-
cent divinity snatch him betimes as a suckling from his
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let him ripen to manhood beneath a distant Grecian sky. Then
when he has attained his full growth, let him return, a foreign
shape, into his century; not however to delight it by his pres-
ence, but terrible, like Agamemnon's son, to purify it. The
subject-matter he will of course take from the present; but the
form he will derive from a nobler time, or rather from beyond
all time,- from the absolute, unchangeable unity of his own
being. Here, from the pure ether of his spiritual nature, flows
down the fountain of beauty, uncontaminated by the corruption
of generations and ages, which welter in turbid whirlpools far
beneath it. The matter caprice can dishonor, as she has en-
nobled it; but the chaste form is withdrawn from her mutations.
The Roman of the first century had long bent the knee before
his emperors when the statues were still standing erect; the tem-
ples remained holy to the eye when the gods had long served as
a laughing-stock, and the infamies of a Nero and a Commodus
were put to shame by the noble style of the edifice which gave
them its concealment. Man has lost his dignity, but art has
saved it and preserved it in significant stones; truth lives on in
fiction, and from the copy the original will be restored. As noble
art survived noble nature, so too it goes before it in the inspi-
ration that awakens and creates it. Before truth sends its con-
quering light into the depths of the heart, the poetic imagination
catches its rays, and the summits of humanity begin to glow,
while the damp night is still lying in the valleys.
But how is the artist to guard himself against the corrup-
tions of his time, which encircle him on every side? By con-
tempt for its judgments. Let him look upward to his dignity
and the law of his nature, and not downward to his happiness
and his wants. Free alike from the vain activity that would fain
make its impress on the fleeting moment, and from the impa-
tient spirit of enthusiasm that measures the meagre product of
the time by the standard of absolute perfection, let him leave to
common-sense, which is here at home, the sphere of the actual;
but let him strive from the union of the possible with the neces-
sary to bring forth the ideal. Let him imprint this in fiction
and truth; let him imprint it in the play of his imagination and
in the earnestness of his deeds; imprint it in all sensible and
spiritual forms, and cast it silently into endless time.
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FRIEDRICH VON SCHLEGEL
(1772-1829)
HE older Romantic school of Germany, which had its origin
in the movement inaugurated by Herder and Goethe, found
in Friedrich von Schlegel its first philosophical expounder
It is in this sense that historians refer to him as the founder of the
new school. In the pages of the Athenæum, which from 1798 to
1800 was the official organ of the Romanticists, Schlegel published
his Fragments. In these he sought to
establish upon philosophic foundations a
critical theory of romantic poetry.
In the later development of his critical
genius he was obliged to retract much that
he had promulgated in the 'Fragments'; but
these writings formed a rallying-point for
the young enthusiasts whose works ushered
in the nineteenth century. Lacking creative
power himself, Schlegel nevertheless exerted
a fine and broadening influence upon his
time. With comprehensive knowledge, phil-
osophical insight, and deep intuitional judg-
ment, he was able to put forth a body of
literary criticism which has been aptly called
"productive. " His broad synthesis, based upon careful analysis, has
given to his work a permanent inspirational value.
Friedrich von Schlegel was born in Hanover on March 10th, 1772.
He came of a family of poets and distinguished men. His father,
Johann Elias Schlegel, was the author of several tragedies in Alex-
andrines; and although he belonged to the periwig-pated age of Gott-
sched, he had called public attention to the beauties of Shakespeare.
It was his son Wilhelm, the famous critic and poet, that furnished
the classic and incomparable German versions of seventeen Shake-
spearean plays. Friedrich's two uncles, Johann Adolf and Johann
Heinrich Schlegel, were, the former a well-known poet and pulpit
orator, the latter royal historiographer of Denmark. Although Fried-
rich was reared among family traditions so entirely intellectual, he
was, strangely enough, destined for a mercantile career; but the
inherited tendencies proved too strong, and he joined his brother
Wilhelm at Göttingen. There and at Leipzig he pursued the study
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of law; in 1793; however, he abandoned this also, and the remainder
of his life was devoted to scholarly and literary labors. His mind
turned first to the Greeks, and for the literature of Greece he aspired
to do what Winckelmann had done for her art; but beyond a few
thoughtful essays his attainments in this field never grew, and in
1796 he turned all his energies to the study of modern literature and
philosophy. Fichte was the largest influence in his intellectual life;
Goethe was his idolized master in the realms of poetry. The offens-
ive tone of his reviews, however, led to a bitter unpleasantness with
Schiller. In 1797 Schlegel went to Berlin, where he began a cam-
paign against the rationalistic philistinism that dominated the intel-
lectual life of the Prussian capital. There too he entered the circle
of Tieck and Schleiermacher, and published the "Fragments. '
During this sojourn in Berlin, Schlegel met the daughter of Moses
Mendelssohn, the wife of a Jewish merchant named Veit. This was
the famous Dorothea, who played so prominent a part in the annals
of the Romantic circle. One year later she separated from her hus-
band, to live thenceforth with Friedrich von Schlegel. Their relations
have been set forth in the guise of fiction with shameless frankness,
and without poetic charm. Schlegel's 'Lucinde,' the most notorious
and unsavory product of the Romantic school, is a dire exemplification
of the author's dogma that the poet's caprice is the supreme æsthetic
law. This book became the centre of a literary strife in which
Schleiermacher undertook its defense. It has been omitted from the
later editions of Schlegel's collected works. In April 1804 Friedrich
and Dorothea were married. Four years later, following the Roman-
tic tendency, both became Catholics. Dorothea outlived her husband
by ten years. Her few writings all appeared under her husband's
name. The standard German version of Madame de Staël's 'Corinne'
was her work.
Schlegel's career was a brilliant one. For a brief space he was
tutor at Jena; but his most effective work was as a lecturer. In Paris
he made a thorough study of Persian and Hindu; and with a most
unusual scholarly equipment, including a knowledge of ancient, mod-
ern, and remote literatures, he entered the lecture field. Nor should
mention be omitted of his art studies, pursued both at Paris and in
company with the Boisserées at Cologne. Honors were showered
thickly upon him; crowds thronged to his lecture-room. When in
1809 he went to Vienna he was made court councilor, and became the
literary secretary of the State Chancellery. The ringing proclama-
tions with which Austria announced her uprising against Napoleon in
1809 were from his pen. In the campaign that followed, it was he
who at the headquarters of the Archduke Karl took editorial charge
of the army paper, known as the Austrian Gazette. But after the
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of pessimistic resignation which characterized the Metternich régime.
From 1815 to 1818 he was counsel of the Austrian legation at Frank-
fort. In 1819 he accompanied Metternich to Italy; but on his return
he left the service of the State, and gave his energies exclusively
to literature. He founded a magazine called Concordia, whose sole
purpose was to bring all confessions back into the fold of the church.
A course of lectures which in 1827 he delivered in Vienna on the
'Philosophy of History' showed that his Catholicism had injured his
catholicity. In the following year, in Dresden, he began another
course on the 'Philosophy of Language and of Words'; but it was
never finished. He died on January 12th, 1829.
Schlegel's most important contributions to literature, with one nota-
ble exception, were conceived in the form of lectures.
That excep-
tion was the ripe fruit of his Oriental studies, and appeared in 1808
under the title of 'Sprache und Weisheit der Indier' (Language and
Wisdom of the [East] Indians). It gave an important impulse to the
then young science of comparative philology. Of more far-reaching
influence was the course of lectures, delivered in Vienna before
crowded audiences in the years 1810 to 1812, on 'Die Geschichte der
Alten und Neuen Litteratur' (History of Ancient and Modern Liter-
ature). Although the heyday of his youthful enthusiasm is tamed,
and a growing intolerance is evident, there is an exultant vigor in
these lectures that marks the man who consciously commands his
subject, and develops it with a sure mastery along clearly thought-
out and original lines. He fights for the ideal of a free individuality
which he saw incorporated in Goethe; but the tinge of medievalism
is apparent in his exaltation of Dante and Calderon. Schlegel, if he
was not creative, may be called productive; his work was vital, and
the rich nobility of his essentially poetic mind has made his critical
writings a positive constructive force.
OF ROMANCE: SPENSER AND SHAKESPEARE
From 'Lectures on the History of Literature ›
THE
HE romance of Cervantes has been, notwithstanding its high
internal excellence, a dangerous and unfortunate model for
the imitation of other nations. The 'Don Quixote,' a work
in its kind of unexampled invention, has been the origin of the
whole of modern romance; and of a crowd of unsuccessful attempts
among French, English, and Germans, the object of which was
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the actual and the present. To say nothing of the genius of
Cervantes, which stands entirely by itself, and was sufficient to
secure him from many of the faults of his successors,- the situa-
tion in which he cultivated prose fiction was fortunately far above
what has fallen to the lot of any of them. The actual life of
Spain in his day was much more chivalric and romantic than it
has ever since been in any country of Europe. Even the want
of a very exact civil subordination, and the free or rather lawless.
life of the provinces, might be of use to his imagination.
In all these attempts to raise the realities of Spanish life, by
wit and adventure or by the extraordinary excitements of thought
and feeling, to a species of poetic fiction, we can perceive that
the authors are always anxious to create for themselves, in some
way or other, the advantages of a poetic distance; if it were only
in the life of Italian artists, a subject frequently treated in Ger-
man romances, or in that of American woods and wildernesses,
one very common among those of foreigners. Even when the
scene of the fable is laid entirely at home, and within the sphere
of the common citizen life, the narrative so long as it con-
tinues to be narrative, and does not lose itself altogether in wit,
humor, or sentiment-is ever anxious to extend in some degree
the limit of that reality by which it is confined, and to procure
somewhere an opening into the region where fancy is more at
liberty in her operations: when no other method can be found,
traveling adventures, duels, elopements, a band of robbers, or
the intrigues and anxieties of a troop of strollers, are introduced
pretty evidently more for the sake of the author than of his hero.
The idea of the Romantic in these romances- even in some
of the best and most celebrated of them-
appears to coincide
very closely with that of unregulated and dissolute conduct. I
remember it was the observation of a great philosopher, that the
moment the world should see a perfect police, the moment there
should be no contraband trade and the traveler's pass should con-
tain an exact portrait and biography of its bearer, that moment
it would become quite impossible to write a good romance; for
that then nothing could occur in real life which might, with any
moderate degree of ornament, be formed into the groundwork
of such fiction. The expression seems quaint, but I suspect the
opinion is founded very nearly upon the truth.
To determine the true and proper relation between poetry and
the past or the present, involves the investigation of the whole
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depth and essence of the art. In general, in our theories,— with
the exception of some very general, meaningless, and most com-
monly false definitions of the art itself, and of the beautiful,-
the chief subjects of attention are the mere forms of poetry;
things without doubt necessary to be known, but by no means
sufficient. As yet there has scarcely been any theory with
regard to the proper subject of poetry, although such a theory
would evidently be far the most useful of any in regard to the
effect which poetry is to have upon life. In the preceding dis-
course I have endeavored to supply this defect, and to give some
glimpses of such a theory, wherever the nature of my topics has
furnished me with an opportunity.
With regard to the representation of actual life in poetry, we
must above all things remember that it is by no means certain
that the actual and the present are intractable or unworthy sub-
jects of poetical representation, merely because in themselves they
appear less noble and uncommon than the past. It is true that
in what is near and present, the common and unpoetical come at
all times more strongly and more conspicuously into view; while
in the remote and the past, they occupy the distance and leave
the foreground to be filled with forms of greatness and sublimity
alone. But this difficulty is one which the true poet can easily
conquer: his art has no more favorite mode of displaying itself
than in lending to things of commonplace and every-day occur-
rence the brilliancy of a poetic illumination, by extracting from
them higher signification and deeper purpose and more refined
feeling than we had before suspected them of concealing, or
dreamed them to be capable of exciting. Still, the precision of
the present is at all times binding and confining for the fancy;
and when by our subject we impose so many fetters upon her,
there is always reason to fear that she will be inclined to make
up for this restraint by an excess of liberty in regard to language
and description.
To make my views upon this point intelligible to you in the
shortest way, I need only recall to your recollection what I said
some time ago with regard to subjects of a religious or Christ-
ian import. The invisible world, the Deity, and pure intellect,
can never upon the whole be with propriety represented by us;
nature and human beings are the proper and immediate sub-
jects of poetry. But the higher and spiritual world can be every-
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In like manner, the indirect representation of the actual and the
present is the best and most appropriate. The bloom of young
life, and the high ecstasies of passion, as well as the maturity
of wise reflection, may all be combined with the old traditions
of our nation: they will there have more room for exertion, and
be displayed in a purer light, than the present can command.
The oldest poet of the past, Homer, is at the same time to us
a describer of the present in its utmost liveliness and freshness.
Every true poet carries into the past his own age, and in a
certain sense himself. The following appears to me to be a true
account of the proper relation between poetry and time: The
proper business of poetry is to represent only the eternal,-
that which is at all places and in all times significant and beau-
tiful; but this cannot be accomplished without the intervention
of a veil. Poetry requires to have a corporeal habitation; and
this she finds in her best sphere, the traditions of a nation, the
recollections and the past of a people. In her representations of
these, however, she introduces the whole wealth of the present,
so far as that is susceptible of poetical ornament; she plunges
also into the future, because she explains the apparent mysteries
of earthly existence, accompanies individual life through all its
development down to its period of termination, and sheds from
her magic mirror the light of a higher interpretation upon all
things; she embraces all the tenses-the past, the present, and
the future in order to make a truly sensible representation of
the eternal or the perfect time. Even in a philosophical sense,
eternity is no nonentity, no mere negation of time; but rather its
entire and undivided fullness, wherein all its elements are united,
where the past becomes again new and present, and with the
present itself is mingled the abundance of hope and all the rich-
ness of futurity.
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Although, upon the whole, I consider the indirect repre-
sentation of the present as the one most suitable for poetry,
I would by no means be understood to be passing a judgment
of condemnation upon all poetical works which follow the
opposite path. We must leave the artist to be the judge of
his own work. The true poet can show his power even though
he takes a wrong way, and composes works which are far from
perfection in regard to their original foundation. Milton and
Klopstock must at all times be honored as poets of the first class,
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injustice to choose subjects which they never could adequately
describe.
In like manner, to Richardson, who erred in a very opposite
way, by trying to imitate Cervantes in elevating to poetry the
realities of modern life, we cannot refuse the praise of a great
talent for description, and of having at least manifested great
vigor in his course, although the goal which he wished to reach
was one entirely beyond his power.
The chivalrous poem of Spenser, the Fairy Queen,' presents
us with a complete view of the spirit of romance which yet lin-
gered in England among the subjects of Elizabeth; that maiden
queen who saw herself, with no ordinary delight, deified while yet
alive by such playful fancies of mythology and the Muse. Spen-
ser is a perfect master of the picturesque: in his lyrical pieces
there breathes all the tenderness of the idyl, the very spirit of
the Troubadours. Not only in the species and manner of his
poetry, but even in his language, he bears the most striking re-
semblance to our old German poets of love and chivalry. The
history of the English literature was indeed quite the reverse of
ours. Chaucer is not unlike our poets of the sixteenth century;
but Spenser is the near kinsman of the tender and melodious
poets of our older time. In every language which is, like the
English, the product of the blending of two different dialects,
there must always be two ideals, according as the poet shall lean
more to the one or the other of the elements whereof his lan-
-
·
guage is composed. Of all the English poets the most Teutonic
is Spenser; while Milton, on the contrary, has an evident par-
tiality to the Latin part of the English tongue. The only un-
fortunate part of Spenser's poetry is its form. The allegory
which he has selected and made the groundwork of his chief poem
is not one of that lively kind which prevails in the elder chival-
rous fictions, wherein the idea of a spiritual hero, and the mys-
teries of his higher vocation, are concealed under the likeness of
external adventures and tangible events. It is only a dead alle-
gory, a mere classification of all the virtues of an ethical system;
in short, such a one that but for the proper names of the per-
sonages, we should never suspect any part of their history to con-
tain "
more than meets the ear. "
The admiration with which Shakespeare regarded Spenser,
and the care with which he imitated him in his lyrical and idyl-
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study, with the liveliest interest, the poem of the 'Fairy Queen. '
It is in these minor pieces of Shakespeare that we are first intro-
duced to a personal knowledge of the great poet and his feel-
ings. When he wrote sonnets, it seems as if he had considered
himself as more a poet than when he wrote plays: he was the
manager of a theatre, and he viewed the drama as his business;
on it he exerted all his intellect and power: but when he had
feelings intense and secret to express, he had recourse to a form
of writing with which his habits had rendered him less familiar.
It is strange but delightful to scrutinize, in his short effusions,
the character of Shakespeare. In them we see that he who
stood like a magician above the world, penetrating with one
glance into all the depths and mysteries and perplexities of human
character, and having power to call up into open day the dark-
est workings of human passions,—that this great being was not
deprived of any portion of his human sympathies by the eleva-
tion to which he was raised, but preserved amidst all his stern
functions a heart overflowing with tenderness, purity, and love.
His feelings are intense, profound, acute, almost to selfishness;
but he expresses them so briefly and modestly as to form a
strange contrast with most of those poets who write concerning
themselves. For the right understanding of his dramatic works,
these lyrics are of the greatest importance. They show us that
in his dramas he very seldom speaks according to his own feel-
ings or his own thoughts, but according to his knowledge. The
world lay clear and distinct before his eyes, but between him
and it there was a deep gulf fixed. He gives us a portrait of
what he saw, without flattery or ornament, having the charm
of unrivaled accuracy and truth. Were understanding, acuteness,
and profoundness of thought (in so far as these are necessary for
the characterizing of human life), to be considered as the first
qualities of a poet, there is none worthy to be compared with
Shakespeare. Other poets have endeavored to transport us, at
least for a few moments, into another and an ideal condition
of mankind. But Shakespeare is the master of reality; he sets
before us, with a truth that is often painful, man in his degraded
state, in this corruption which penetrates and contaminates all
his being, all that he does and suffers, all the thoughts and
aspirations of his fallen spirit.
In this respect he may not un-
frequently be said to be a satirical poet; and well indeed may
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enigma of our being, be calculated to produce an effect far more
deep and abiding than the whole body of splenetic and passionate
revilers whom we commonly call by the name of satiric poets.
In the midst of all the bitterness of Shakespeare we perceive
continual glimpses of thoughts and recollections more pure than
satirists partake in: meditation on the original height and eleva-
tion of man; the peculiar tenderness and noble-minded sentiment
of a poet. The dark world of his representation is illuminated
with the most beautiful rays of patriotic inspiration, serene phi-
lanthropy, and glowing love.
But even the youthful glow of love appears in his Romeo
as the mere inspiration of death; and is mingled with the same
skeptical and melancholy views of life which in Hamlet give to
all our being an appearance of more than natural discord and
perplexity, and which in Lear carry sorrow and passion into the
utmost misery of madness. This poet, who externally seems to
be most calm and temperate, clear and lively; with whom intel-
lect seems everywhere to preponderate; who as we at first im-
agine, regards and represents everything almost with coldness,-
is found, if we examine into the internal feelings of his spirit, to
be above all others the most deeply sorrowful and tragic.
Shakespeare regarded the drama as entirely a thing for the
people, and at first treated it throughout as such. He took the
popular comedy as he found it; and whatever enlargements and
improvements he introduced into the stage were all calculated
and conceived according to the peculiar spirit of his predeces-
sors and of the audience in London. Even in the earliest of his
tragic attempts, he takes possession of the whole superstitions of
the vulgar; and mingles in his poetry not only the gigantic
greatness of their rude traditions, but also the fearful, the horri-
ble, and the revolting. All these, again, are blended with such
representations and views of human debasement as passed, or
still pass, with common spectators for wit; but were connected
in the depths of his reflective and penetrating spirit with the
very different feelings of bitter contempt or sorrowful sympa-
thy. He was not in knowledge, far less in art, such as since
the time of Milton it has been usual to represent him. But
I believe that the inmost feelings of his heart, the depths of
his peculiar, concentrated, and solitary spirit, could be agitated
only by the mournful voice of nature. The feeling by which he
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nationality. He has represented the heroic and glorious period
of English history, during the conquests in France, in a series
of dramatic pieces which possess all the simplicity and liveliness
of the ancient chronicles, but approach in their ruling spirit of
patriotism and glory to the most dignified and effective produc
tions of the epic Muse.
In the works of Shakespeare a whole world is unfolded. He
who has once comprehended this, and been penetrated with its
spirit, will not easily allow the effect to be diminished by the
form, or listen to the cavils of those who are incapable of under-
standing the import of what they would criticize. The form of
Shakespeare's writings will rather appear to him good and excel-
lent because in it his spirit is expressed and clothed, as it were,
in a convenient garment. The poetry of Shakespeare is near of
kin to the spirit of the Germans; and he is more felt and beloved
by them than any other foreign-I had almost said than any
vernacular — poet. Even in England, the understanding of Shake-
speare is rendered considerably more difficult in consequence of
the resemblance which many very inferior writers bear to him in
those points which come most immediately before the eye. In
Germany, we admire Shakespeare and are free from this disad-
vantage; but we should beware of adopting either the form or
the sentiment of this great poet's writings as the exclusive model
of our own. They are indeed, in themselves, most highly poeti-
cal; but they are far from being the only poetical ones, and the
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ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER
(1788-1860)
BY WILLIAM MORTON PAYNE
CHOPENHAUER enjoys a unique distinction among the great
philosophers of the modern world. Apart from the extraor-
dinary powers of analysis that make him so important a
factor in the development of philosophical thought, he possesses the
literary faculty in a degree quite unexampled among the metaphys-
ical writers of modern times, and must be reckoned with as a man
of letters no less than as a thinker. The world of his thought lies
before the reader as a fair sunlit meadow; and offers an enticing
prospect to the traveler who has been toiling through the rugged
ways of the Kantian categories, or the barren morass of the Hegelian
logic. He not only has a definite set of ideas, deeply conceived and
organically united, to present to his students, but he has clothed them
in a verbal garb that makes metaphysics, for once, easy reading,
and is perhaps too alluring to do the best possible service to exact
thought. His clear, rich, and allusive style makes him one of the
greatest masters of German prose; while of his chief philosophical
work it is hardly too much to say, with Professor Royce, that it "is
in form the most artistic philosophical treatise in existence," unless
we hark back to Plato himself. When we add to these considerations
the breadth of his culture, - which touched upon so many human
concerns, and so adorned whatever it touched that a close acquaint-
ance with the whole of his work is almost a liberal education in itself,
— we may understand why his figure is the most interesting, if not
the most significant, in the history of nineteenth-century thought; and
why his influence, instead of becoming a matter of merely historical
interest, or declining into the cult of a coterie, is now steadily grow-
ing nearly forty years after his death.
Arthur Schopenhauer was born in Danzig, February 22d (Washing-
ton's and Lowell's birthday), 1788. His father was a merchant in
prosperous circumstances; his mother was a brilliant woman, who
afterwards became a novelist of some repute and a leader in the
social life of Weimar. In 1793 Danzig lost its rank as a free city,
being absorbed by Prussia; whereupon the Schopenhauers removed to
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years, and at the age of fifteen started upon two years of traveling
with his family, although for a part of the time he was placed in an
English school. He tried to follow the parental wishes in adopting
a mercantile life; but the death of his father in 1805 changed these
plans. The boy then determined to study the classics and work for
a degree. He prepared himself at Gotha and Weimar, and entered
the University of Göttingen in 1809. Here he studied for two years,
then at Berlin; and then, in 1813, seeking to escape from the turmoil
of warfare, he went first to Dresden, and afterwards to Rudolstadt,
where he worked upon the dissertation which obtained for him, in the
autumn of 1813. his degree at the University of Jena. This disserta-
tion which occupies an important place among his writings, because
it contains the germ of his subsequent thinking-was entitled 'Ueber
die Vierfache Wurzel des Satzes vom Zureichenden Grunde' (The
Fourfold Root of the Principle of Sufficient Reason). The mind is
constantly asking, Why is this or that thing so? Why does that
stone fall to the earth? Why must a given judgment be either true
or not true? Why are equilateral triangles equiangular? Why do I
raise my hand when threatened by a blow? For each of these things
there is a sufficient reason; but the reasons are not of the same sort.
In the first case there is a physical cause, in the second a logical
consequence, in the third the datum of the problem necessitates the
conclusion, while in the fourth the will offers the immediate explana-
tion. These cases are perhaps but four aspects of one general prin-
ciple; but as Schopenhauer pointed out, much confusion may result
from a failure to distinguish clearly between them, and a "cause"
may be a very different thing from a "because. "
After obtaining his degree, our philosopher in embryo lived with
his mother for a winter in Weimar; but they were separated the fol-
lowing year by incompatibility of temperament, and never met again.
The four years 1814-18 were spent in Dresden, devoted chiefly to the
composition of the philosopher's magnum opus. A pamphlet 'Ueber das
Sehen und die Farben' (Sight and Color), published during this period,
is of historical but hardly of scientific interest. What value it still
has, depends upon the acuteness of many of its observations, and upon
the emphasis which it places upon the subjective aspect of color percep-
tion; but as an attempt to vindicate Goethe's fantastic 'Farbenlehre'
as against Newton's, it was foredoomed to failure. Schopenhauer's
great work, 'Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung' (The World as Will
and Idea), was turned over to his publisher in the spring of 1818,
and without waiting for its appearance the author hastened to Italy,
carrying with him the conviction that he had given to the world its
first true and all-embracing system of philosophy; that he, and he
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fate," and given their final solution to the problems that had been
attempted by all the long line of philosophers from "Plato the Divine»
to "Kant the Astounding. " Before attempting a characterization of
this masterpiece of philosophical thought, the history of the forty or
more years remaining to him may be briefly set forth. The Italian
journey filled two years. In 1820 he returned to Germany, lectured
at Berlin, and waited in vain for the recognition that he felt to be
his due. Another Italian journey followed; then a period of several
years passed mainly in Berlin, until that city was threatened with
cholera in 1831, and Schopenhauer fled to a safer place. He finally
settled upon Frankfort, where the remainder of his life was spent;
where his temper gradually mellowed as time brought to him his
long-delayed desert of fame; and where he died September 20th, 1860.
His body lies in the Friedhof of the old city on the Main, beneath a
simple block of dark granite, upon which his name alone is engraved.
'Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung' is, as the preface declares, the
expression of a single thought; and it may be added that all of
Schopenhauer's subsequent writings are but further illustrations and
amplifications of that thought. The work is divided into four books.
The first, accepting as irrefragable the essential conclusions of the
Kantian analysis of consciousness, discusses the world as Idea or Rep-
resentation (Vorstellung). It fuses into one transparent whole the body
of ideas that trace their lineage through Hobbes, Locke, and Berke-
ley to Kant; and shows how this so real world that we know, as pre-
sented to our senses, and built up into a self-consistent and harmonious
structure by the acts of perception, conception, and reflection, must be
viewed by the philosophical mind, after all, as but the Object with
which the individual Subject is correlated, and can have no independ-
ent existence of its own in any way resembling the existence which
it appears to have in our consciousness. For it is a world which lies
in space and time, and is bound by the law of causality; and these
things, as Kant once for all demonstrated, are but the forms of the
intellect, the conditions which the Subject imposes upon whatever
existence per se may turn out to be. It will thus be seen that there
is nothing particularly novel in the first book; it is in the second that
Schopenhauer makes his own most significant contribution to philoso-
phy. For in this second book the question becomes, What is the
«< Ding an Sich" (Thing In-Itself) before which the Kantian analysis
halted? What is the world, not as it appears to us, but in its inner-
most essence? It cannot be a world of space and time and causal-
ity, since they are only the forms of thought in which the Subject
clothes the Object. The answer to this deepest of all problems must
be sought by an interrogation of the consciousness. What is, apart
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Schopenhauer triumphantly replies, "The Will. " Not the will in the
narrow sense,- the mere culmination of the conscious process which
begins with sensation and ends with rational action,- but the will
in the broader sense of a blind striving for existence; the power one
and indivisible which asserts itself in our activity as a whole rather
than in our separate acts, and not only in us, where it is in a measure
lighted up by conscious intelligence, but in all the inanimate world,
made one with ourselves by this transcendental synthesis. The stone
that falls to earth, the crystal that grows from its solution, the flower
that turns toward the sun, and the man who leads an army to vic-
tory, are all manifestations of the world-will; separate manifestations
they seem to us, but in reality the same thing, for the Will knows
nothing of space or time.
In the third book, we return to the World as Idea, led this time
by the guiding hand of Plato. The Will, in its creation of the World
as Idea, objectifies itself in a succession of archetypal forms, ranging
from the lowest, the forms of crude matter, to the highest, man.
Plato discerned this truth, and set it forth in his doctrine of ideas.
If Schopenhauer had lived ten years longer, he would have seen the
new light of Darwin's 'Origin of Species,' and have recognized that
the objectification of the will takes place by a gradual process rather
than by a series of leaps. This doctrine of archetypal forms leads
the way to a philosophy of art, which is indeed the chief subject-
matter of the third book. The artist is the one who perceives the
idea that nature stammers in trying to express, and who holds it up
for the admiration of mankind. Thus art is necessarily ideal in a
literal sense, and an improvement upon nature. Moreover, in man's
contemplation of the eternal idea as revealed by art he finds a tem-
porary escape from the world of will, and knows now and then an
hour of happiness. In the passionless calm of contemplation he for-
gets the miseries to which he is bound as the objectification of will,
and is in a measure freed from the bondage of self. It is the object
of the fourth book to show how this temporary freedom may become
a final release. For the will, unconscious in its lower manifestations,
has provided for itself in man the lamp of intelligence, whereby it
may come to discern its own nature and the hopelessness of its striv-
ings. In man alone the will, having risen to the full height of con-
scious power, is confronted with a momentous choice: it may affirm
itself, may will to go on with the hopeless endeavor to pluck happi-
ness from the tree of life; or it may, recognizing the futility of all
such endeavor, deny itself, as with the Indian ascetic, and sink into
Nirvana. Here we have manifest the powerful influence which the
sacred books of India had upon Schopenhauer's thinking, an influ-
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doctrine is his theory of ethics, which bases all right conduct upon
the individual's recognition, dim or clear in various degrees, of the
essential oneness of things; which finds in the illusive veil of Maya
a figurative foreshadowing of the Kantian transcendentalism; and
which discovers the deepest word of human wisdom in the reiterated
formula, "Tat twam asi," "This art thou," of the Upanishads. '
A second edition of 'Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung' was
called for in 1844, a third in 1859. In these editions the original
work grew to more than double its earlier dimensions; but the added
matter did not mar the symmetrical structure of the treatise first
published, since it was relegated to a stout supplementary volume.
Schopenhauer's other works, all of which may be regarded as ancil-
lary to this one, include 'Ueber den Willen in der Natur (The
Will in Nature: 1836); 'Die Beiden Grundprobleme der Ethik' (The
Two Fundamental Problems of Ethics: 1841); and the two volumes
of miscellaneous papers pedantically entitled 'Parerga und Parali-
pomena' (1851). The publication of the latter work marked the turn-
ing of the tide in the author's fame, and occasioned an accession of the
popularity which he had so long in vain awaited. The public, which
had fought shy of the systematic exposition of his philosophy, was
attracted by these miscellaneous papers, so piquant, so suggestive, so
reflective of a strong literary personality; and through the side-lights
which the 'Parerga' cast upon the philosopher's more solid works,
were led to take up the latter, and discover what a treasure it was
that had so long been neglected. This tardy recognition was grate-
ful to Schopenhauer, who had never lost faith in the enduring char-
acter of his work, and in the devotion of whose laborious days there
had been mingled not a little of "the last infirmity of noble mind. "
It is pleasant to think of this Indian Summer of fame that came to
the Sage of Frankfort during the last ten years of his life; pleasant
also, to know that when at last his work was finished, he passed pain-
lessly away, assured that the world would not forget what he had
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FROM THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA'
THE
HE final demand I have to make on the reader might indeed
be tacitly assumed, for it is nothing but an acquaintance
with the most important phenomenon that has appeared in
philosophy for two thousand years, and that lies so near to us:
I mean the principal writings of Kant. It seems to me, in fact,—
as indeed has already been said by others,- that the effect these
writings produce in the mind to which they truly speak is very
like that of the operation for cataract on a blind man; and if
we wish to pursue the simile further, the aim of my own work
may be described by saying that I have sought to put into the
hands of those upon whom that operation has been successfully
performed a pair of spectacles suitable to eyes that have recov-
ered their sight,-spectacles of whose use that operation is the
absolutely necessary condition. Starting then, as I do to a large
extent, from what has been accomplished by the great Kant, I
have yet been enabled, just on account of my earnest study of
his writings, to discover important errors in them. These I have
been obliged to separate from the rest and prove to be false, in
order that I might be able to presuppose and apply what is true
and excellent in his doctrine, pure and freed from error. But
not to interrupt and complicate my own exposition by a constant
polemic against Kant, I have relegated this to a special appen-
dix.
The philosophy of Kant, then, is the only philosophy with
which a thorough acquaintance is directly presupposed in what we
have to say here. But if, besides this, the reader has lingered in
the school of the divine Plato, he will be so much the better pre-
pared to hear me, and susceptible to what I say. And if, indeed,
in addition to this he is a partaker of the benefit conferred by
the Vedas (the access to which, opened to us through the Upan-
ishads, is in my eyes the greatest advantage which this still
young century enjoys over previous ones, because I believe that
the influence of the Sanskrit literature will penetrate not less
deeply than did the revival of Greek literature in the fifteenth
century), if, I say, the reader has already received and assimi-
lated the sacred, primitive Indian wisdom, then is he best of all
prepared to hear what I have to say to him. My work will not
speak to him, as to many others, in a strange and even hostile
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opinion that each one of the individual and disconnected aphor-
isms which make up the Upanishads may be deduced as a con-
sequence from the thought I am going to impart; though the
converse—that my thought is to be found in the Upanishads—
is by no means the case.
"The world is my idea. " This is a truth which holds good
for everything that lives and knows, though man alone can bring
it into reflective and abstract consciousness. If he really does
this, he has attained to philosophical wisdom. It then becomes
clear and certain to him that what he knows is not a sun and
an earth, but only an eye that sees a sun, a hand that feels
an earth; that the world which surrounds him is there only as
idea,-i. e. , only in relation to something else, the consciousness
which is in himself. If any truth can be asserted a priori, it is
this, for it is the expression of the most general form of all pos-
sible and thinkable experience, a form which is more general
than time, or space, or causality, for they all presuppose it; and
each of these, which we have seen to be just so many modes
of the principle of sufficient reason, is valid only for a particular
class of ideas: whereas the antithesis of object and subject is
the common form of all these classes; is that form under which
alone any idea, of whatever kind it may be,-abstract or intui-
tive, pure or empirical,—is possible and thinkable.
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No truth therefore is more certain, more independent of all
others, and less in need of proof, than this: that all that exists
for knowledge, and therefore this whole world, is only object in
relation to subject, perception of a perceiver,-in a word, idea.
This is obviously true of the past and the future, as well as of
the present; of what is farthest off, as of what is near: for it
is true of time and space themselves, in which alone these dis-
tinctions arise. All that in any way belongs or can belong to
the world is inevitably thus conditioned through the subject, and
exists only for the subject. The world is idea.
•
Of all systems of philosophy which start from the object, the
most consistent, and that which may be carried furthest, is simple
materialism. It regards matter-and with it time and space—
as existing absolutely; and ignores the relation to the subject in
which alone all this really exists. It then lays hold of the law
of causality as a guiding principle or clue, regarding it as a self-
existent order or arrangement of things, veritas æterna; and so
fails to take account of the understanding, in which and for which
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alone causality is. It seeks the primary and most simple state of
matter, and then tries to develop all the others from it; ascend-
ing from mere mechanism to chemism, to polarity, to the vegetable
and to the animal kingdom. And if we suppose this to have
been done, the last link in the chain would be animal sensibility,
- that is, knowledge,- which would consequently now appear as
a mere modification or state of matter produced by causality.
Now if we had followed materialism thus far with clear ideas,
when we reached its highest point we should suddenly be seized
with a fit of the inextinguishable laughter of the Olympians. As
if waking from a dream, we should all at once become aware that
its final result-knowledge, which it reached so laboriously—was
presupposed as the indispensable condition of its very starting-
point, mere matter: and when we imagine that we thought matter,
we really thought only the subject that perceives matter; the eye
that sees it, the hand that feels it, the understanding that knows
it. Thus the tremendous petitio principii reveals itself unexpect-
edly for suddenly the last link is seen to be the starting-point,
the chain a circle; and the materialist is like Baron Munchausen,
who, when swimming in water on horseback, drew the horse into
the air with his legs, and himself also by his cue.
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As from the direct light of the sun to the borrowed light of
the moon, we pass from the immediate idea of perception-
which stands by itself and is its own warrant - to reflection; to
the abstract, discursive concepts of the reason, which obtain their
whole content from knowledge of perception, and in relation to
it. As long as we continue simply to perceive, all is clear, firm,
and certain. There are neither questions nor doubts nor errors;
we desire to go no further, can go no further; we find rest in
perceiving, and satisfaction in the present. Perception suffices
for itself: and therefore what springs purely from it, and remains
true to it,—for example, a genuine work of art,-can never be
false; nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time, for
it does not present an opinion, but the thing itself. But with
abstract knowledge, with reason, doubt and error appear in the
theoretical, care and sorrow in the practical. In the idea of per-
ception, illusion may at moments take the place of the real; but
in the sphere of abstract thought, error may reign for a thousand
years, impose its yoke upon whole nations, extend to the noblest
impulses of humanity, and by the help of its slaves and its dupes
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enemy against which the wisest men of all times have waged
unequal war, and only what they have won from it has become.
the possession of mankind. Therefore it is well to draw atten-
tion to it at once, as we already tread the ground to which its
province belongs. It has often been said that we ought to follow
truth, even although no utility can be seen in it, because it may
have indirect utility which may appear when it is least expected;
and I would add to this, that we ought to be just as anxious to
discover and to root out all' error, even when no harm is antici-
pated from it, because its mischief may be very indirect, and
may suddenly appear when we do not expect it,- for all error
has poison at its heart. If it is mind, if it is knowledge, that
makes man the lord of creation, there can be no such thing as
harmless error; still less venerable and holy error. And for the
consolation of those who in any way and at any time may have
devoted strength and life to the noble and hard battle against
error, I cannot refrain from adding that so long as truth is
absent, error will have free play,-as owls and bats in the
night; but sooner would we expect to see the owls and the bats
drive back the sun in the eastern heavens, than that any truth
which has once been known, and distinctly and fully expressed,
can ever again be so utterly vanquished and overcome that the
old error shall once more reign undisturbed over its wide king-
dom. This is the power of truth: its conquest is slow and labo-
rious, but if once the victory be gained it can never be wrested
back again.
To him who has thoroughly grasped this, and can distinguish
between the will and the Idea, and between the Idea and its
⚫ manifestation, the events of the world will have significance only
so far as they are the letters out of which we may read the
Idea of man, but not in and for themselves. He will not believe
with the vulgar that time may produce something actually new
and significant; that through it, or in it, something absolutely real
may attain to existence, or indeed that it itself as a whole has
beginning and end, plan and development, and in some way has
for its final aim the highest perfection (according to their concep-
tion) of the last generation of man, whose life is a brief thirty
years. Therefore he will just as little, with Homer, people a
whole Olympus with gods to guide the events of time, as with
Ossian he will take the forms of the clouds for individual beings;
for as we have said, both have just as much meaning as regards
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the Idea which appears in them. In the manifold forms of hu
man life, and in the unceasing change of events, he will regard
the Idea only as the abiding and essential, in which the will
to live has its fullest objectivity, and which shows its different
sides in the capacities, the passions, the errors, and the excel-
lences, of the human race; in self-interest, hatred, love, fear,
boldness, frivolity, stupidity, slyness, wit, genius, and so forth,—
all of which, crowding together and combining in thousands of
forms (individuals), continually create the history of the great
and the little world, in which it is all the same whether they are
set in motion by nuts or by crowns. Finally he will find that
in the world it is the same as in the dramas of Gozzi, in all
of which the same persons appear, with like intention and with a
like fate: the motives and incidents are certainly different in each
piece, but the spirit of the incidents is the same; the actors in
one piece know nothing of the incidents of another, although
they performed in it themselves: therefore after all experience of
former pieces, Pantaloon has become no more agile or generous,
Tartaglia no more conscientious, Brighella no more courageous,
and Columbine no more modest.
Suppose we were allowed for once a clearer glance into the
kingdom of the possible, and over the whole chain of causes and
effects: if the earth-spirit appeared and showed us in a picture
all the greatest men, enlighteners of the world, and heroes, that
chance destroyed before they were ripe for their work; then the
great events that would have changed the history of the world.
and brought in periods of the highest culture and enlightenment,
but which the blindest chance-the most insignificant accident-
hindered at the outset; lastly the splendid powers of great men,
that would have enriched whole ages of the world, but which,
either misled by error or fashion, or compelled by necessity,
they squandered uselessly on unworthy or unfruitful objects, or
even wasted in play. If we saw all this, we should shudder
and lament at the thought of the lost treasures of whole periods
of the world. But the earth-spirit would smile and say, "The
source from which the individuals and their powers proceed is
inexhaustible and unending as time and space; for like these
forms of all phenomena, they also are only phenomena,— visi-
bility of the will. No finite measure can exhaust that infinite
source; therefore an undiminished eternity is always open for the
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world of phenomena, true loss is just as little possible as true
gain. The will alone is: it is the thing in-itself, and the source
of all these phenomena. Its self-knowledge and its assertion or
denial, which is then decided upon, is the only event in-itself.
All willing arises from want; therefore from deficiency, and
therefore from suffering. The satisfaction of a wish ends it; yet
for one wish that is satisfied there remain at least ten which are
denied. Further, the desire lasts long, the demands are infinite:
the satisfaction is short and scantily measured out. But even the
final satisfaction is itself only apparent; every satisfied wish at
once makes room for a new one: both are illusions; the one is
known to be so, the other not yet. No attained object of desire
can give lasting satisfaction, but merely a fleeting gratification:
it is like the alms thrown to the beggar, that keeps him alive
to-day that his misery may be prolonged till the morrow. There-
fore so long as our consciousness is filled by our will, so long
as we are given up to the throng of desires with their constant
hopes and fears, so long as we are the subject of willing,- we
can never have lasting happiness nor peace. It is essentially all
the same whether we pursue or flee, fear injury or seek enjoy-
ment: the care for the constant demands of the will, in whatever
form it may be, continually occupies and sways the conscious-
ness; but without peace no true well-being is possible. The
subject of willing is thus constantly stretched on the revolving
wheel of Ixion, pours water into the sieve of the Danaids, is the
ever-longing Tantalus.
But when some external cause or inward disposition lifts us
suddenly out of the endless stream of willing,- delivers knowl-
edge from the slavery of the will,-the attention is no longer
directed to the motives of willing, but comprehends things free
from their relation to the will; and thus observes them without
personal interest, without subjectivity, purely objectively,-— gives
itself entirely up to them so far as they are ideas, but not in
so far as they are motives. Then all at once the peace which
we were always seeking, but which always fled from us on the
former path of the desires, comes to us of its own accord; and
it is well with us. It is the painless state which Epicurus prized
as the highest good and as the state of the gods: for we are for
the moment set free from the miserable striving of the will; we
keep the Sabbath of the penal servitude of willing; the wheel of
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ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER
Tragedy is to be regarded, and is recognized, as the summit
of poetical art, both on account of the greatness of its effect and
the difficulty of its achievement. It is very significant for our
whole system, and well worthy of observation, that the end of
this highest poetical achievement is the representation of the ter-
rible side of life. The unspeakable pain, the wail of humanity,
the triumph of evil, the scornful mastery of chance, and the
irretrievable fall of the just and innocent, is here presented to
us; and in this lies a significant hint of the nature of the world.
and of existence. It is the strife of will with itself, which here,
completely unfolded at the highest grade of its objectivity, comes
into fearful prominence. It becomes visible in the suffering of
men, which is now introduced: partly through chance and error,
which appear as the rulers of the world,-personified as fate on
account of their insidiousness, which even reaches the appearance
of design; partly it proceeds from man himself, through the self-
mortifying efforts of a few, through the wickedness and pervers-
ity of most. It is one and the same will that lives and appears
in them all, but whose phenomena fight against each other and
destroy each other. In one individual it appears powerfully, in
another more weakly; in one more subject to reason and soft-
ened by the light of knowledge, in another less so: till at last,
in some single case, this knowledge, purified and heightened by
suffering itself, reaches the point at which the phenomenon, the
veil of Maya, no longer deceives it. It sees through the form
of the phenomenon the principium individuationis. The egoism
which rests on this perishes with it, so that now the motives that
were so powerful before have lost their might; and instead of
them the complete knowledge of the nature of the world, which
has a quieting effect on the will, produces resignation,—the sur-
render not merely of life, but of the very will to live. Thus
we see in tragedies the noblest men, after long conflict and suf-
fering, at last renounce the ends they have so keenly followed,
and all the pleasures of life forever, or else freely and joyfully
surrender life itself. So is it with Calderon's steadfast prince;
with Gretchen in 'Faust'; with Hamlet, whom his friend Hora-
tio would willingly follow, but is bade remain awhile, and in this
harsh world draw his breath in pain, to tell the story of Hamlet
and clear his memory; so also is it with the Maid of Orleans, the
Bride of Messina: they all die purified by suffering,—i. e. , after
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'Mohammed' of Voltaire this is actually expressed in the con-
cluding words which the dying Pelmira addresses to Moham-
med: "The world is for tyrants: live! " On the other hand,
the demand for so-called poetical justice rests on entire miscon-
ception of the nature of tragedy, and indeed of the nature of
the world itself. It boldly appears in all its dullness in the
criticisms which Dr. Samuel Johnson made on particular plays
of Shakespeare, for he very naïvely laments its entire absence.
And its absence is certainly obvious; for in what has Ophelia,
Desdemona, or Cordelia offended? But only the dull, optimis-
tic, Protestant-rationalistic, or peculiarly Jewish view of life will
make the demand for poetical justice, and find satisfaction in it.
The true sense of tragedy is the deeper insight that it is not his
own individual sins that the hero atones for, but original sin,-
i. e. , the crime of existence itself:-
<< Pues el delito mayor
Del hombre es haber nacido,”
("For the greatest crime
Of man is that he was born, ")
as Calderon exactly expresses it.
I shall allow myself only one remark more closely concerning
the treatment of tragedy. The representation of a great misfor-
tune is alone essential to tragedy. But the many different ways
in which this is introduced by the poet may be brought under
three specific conceptions.