THE
ETHICAL FALLACY i6i
but. But
what are the results, for the critics of'Fact,' of theiraversion—
^historically sojustified—
to themethods of'Sentiment'? The results are
clear. Theappreciationofbeauty,cut offfromtherestoflife, neitherilluminatesexperience,nordrawsfromexperience any profundities of its own. Itlosesthepowertointerestothers,toinfluencecreationorcontrol taste: it becomes small and desiccatedin itself. And
another result is equally apparent.Appreciation, thus isolated,discriminates the nicedistinctions of species, but loses sight of thegreatdistinctionof genus: the distinction between theprofound and the accomplished.An accurate and
eveninterest studiesFrancois BoucherwithBellini;anequablecuriosityextendsitselfindifferentlytotheplansofBramanteandthefurniture
ofChippendale.For,inthelastresort,greatartwillbedistinguishedfromthat which ismerely gestheticallycleverby anobility that,in
itsfinal analysis,is moral
;or,rather, the nobilitywhich in life we call
'moral'isitselfaesthetic. Butsince iiinterestsusinlifeaswellasinart,we
cannot—orshould not
—^meetitin
artwithout asense ofitsimaginative reachesintolife. And to
separate architecture,the imaginativereach of which hasthis vital scope—^architecture
that is profound—^from architecture
which, thoughequallyaccomplished, isneverthelessvitallytrivial,isanecessaryfunctionevenofsestheticcriticism.L