CHAPTER
IX
ART ANDTHOUGHT
I
I
Thought, whose
claim
is to
enlighten,
has for a
centuryserved todull the taste forarchitecture,
if
the
vision ofherhistoryithas spaciously
enlarged.
Thatperceptionof thebeautiful,whichtoasimple
viewwas
clear,has,bythoughtitself,
beendarkened.
Taste, theveryfunctionforwhosesakeit is worth
while to
criticise, criticism
has
aided
to destroy.
For criticism has changed. Once buoyant
upon
ignorance,itnowis
heavywithunheard-oflearning.
Oncetheflattererofaking,itisnowthe
pedagogue
without
inspiration of
a scholar without impulse.
Itwastheplumeupon thecrestofart
;
now,
with
longbutleadenshackles, itclings
aboutitsfeet.
ArchitectureinArcadian
dayswasthemistress
of
Taste, and arrayed herself, forher lover,
in artful
yetunconsciousbeauty. Taste,
withaskillno
less
unconscious, knew
how towin, andcould
enjoyher
charms. Healteredhismoods
tothevarietyofhers,
which,indeed,wereinfinite,
buttohimall
pleasing.
Criticism wasthe Nurse in this old
play
—
asmall
2U