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31 matters, are extremely civil. I assure you that it is an education to visit it.” “But must we really see Chicago in order to be educated?” asked Mr. Erskine, plaintively. “I don’t feel up to the journey.” Sir Thomas waved his hand. “Mr. Erskine of Treadley has the world on his shelves. We practical men like to see things, not to read about them. The Americans are an extremely interesting people. They are absolutely reasonable. I think that is their distinguishing characteristic. Yes, Mr. Erskine, an absolutely reasonable people. I assure you there is no nonsense about the Americans.” “How dreadful!” cried Lord Henry. “I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.” “I do not understand you,” said Sir Thomas, growing rather red. “I do, Lord Henry,” murmured Mr. Erskine, with a smile. “Paradoxes are all very well in their way...” rejoined the Baronet. “Was that a paradox?” asked Mr. Erskine. “I did not think so. Perhaps it was. Well, the way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope. When the Verities become acrobats we can judge them.” “Dear me!” said Lady Agatha, “how you men argue! I am sure I never can make out what you are talking about. Oh! Harry, I am quite vexed with you. Why do you try to persuade our nice Mr. Dorian Gray to give up the East End? I assure you he would be quite invaluable. They would love his playing.” “I want him to play to me,” cried Lord Henry, smiling, and he looked down the table and caught a bright answering glance. “But they are so unhappy in Whitechapel,” continued Lady Agatha. “I can sympathize with everything, except suffering,” said Lord Henry, shrugging his shoulders. “I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing. There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathize with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.” “Still, the East End is a very important problem,” remarked Sir Thomas, with a grave shake of the head. “Quite so,” answered the young lord. “It is the problem of slavery, and we try to solve it by amusing the slaves.” The politician looked at him keenly. “What change do you propose, then?” he asked. Lord Henry laughed. “I don’t desire to change anything in England except the weather,” he answered. “I am quite content with philosophic contemplation. But, as the nineteenth century has gone bankrupt through an over-expenditure of sympathy, I would suggest that we should appeal to Science to put us straight. The |
