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was to square. But oh the cares begotten, none the less, of that same ā€œjudiciousā€ sacrifice to a particular form of interest! Oneā€™s work should have composition, because composition alone is positive beauty; but all the whileā ā€”apart from oneā€™s inevitable consciousness too of the dire paucity of readers ever recognising or ever missing positive beautyā ā€”how, as to the cheap and easy, at every turn, how, as to immediacy and facility, and even as to the commoner vivacity, positive beauty might have to be sweated for and paid for! Once achieved and installed it may always be trusted to make the poor seeker feel he would have blushed to the roots of his hair for failing of it; yet, how, as its virtue can be essentially but the virtue of the whole, the wayside traps set in the interest of muddlement and pleading but the cause of the moment, of the particular bit in itself, have to be kicked out of the path! All the sophistications in life, for example, might have appeared to muster on behalf of the menaceā ā€”the menace to a bright varietyā ā€”involved in Stretherā€™s having all the subjective ā€œsay,ā€ as it were, to himself.

Had I, meanwhile, made him at once hero and historian, endowed him with the romantic privilege of the ā€œfirst personā€ā ā€”the darkest abyss of romance this, inveterately, when enjoyed on the grand scaleā ā€”variety, and many other queer matters as well, might have been smuggled in by a back door. Suffice it, to be brief, that the first person, in the long piece, is a form foredoomed to looseness and that looseness, never much my affair, had never been so little so as on this particular occasion. All of which reflections flocked to the standard from the momentā ā€”a very early oneā ā€”the question of how to keep my form amusing while sticking so close to my central figure and constantly taking its pattern from him had to be faced. He arrives (arrives at Chester) as for the dreadful purpose of giving his creator ā€œno endā€ to tell about himā ā€”before which rigorous mission the serenest of creators might well have quailed. I was far from the serenest; I was more than agitated enough to reflect that, grimly deprived of one alternative or one substitute for ā€œtelling,ā€ I must address myself tooth and nail to another. I couldnā€™t, save by implication, make other persons tell each other about himā ā€”blest resource, blest necessity, of the drama, which reaches its effects of unity, all remarkably, by paths absolutely opposite to the paths of the novel: with other persons, save as they were primarily his persons (not he primarily but one of theirs), I had simply nothing to do. I had relations for him none the less, by the mercy of Providence, quite as much as if my exhibition was to be a muddle; if I could only by implication and a show of consequence make other persons tell each other about him, I could at least make him tell them whatever in the world he must; and could so, by the same tokenā ā€”which was a further luxury thrown inā ā€”see straight into the deep differences between what that could do for me, or at all events for him, and the large ease of ā€œautobiography.ā€ It may be asked why, if one so keeps to oneā€™s hero, one shouldnā€™t make a single mouthful of ā€œmethod,ā€ shouldnā€™t throw the reins on his neck and, letting them flap there as free as in Gil Blas or in David Copperfield, equip him with the double privilege of subject and objectā ā€”a course that has at least the merit of brushing away questions at a sweep. The answer to which is, I think, that one makes that surrender only if one is prepared not to make certain precious discriminations.

The ā€œfirst personā€ then, so employed, is addressed by the author directly to ourselves, his possible readers, whom he has to reckon with, at the best, by our English tradition, so loosely and vaguely after all, so little respectfully, on so scant a presumption of exposure to criticism. Strether, on the other hand, encaged and provided for as The Ambassadors encages and provides, has to keep in view proprieties much stiffer and more salutary than any our straight and credulous gape are likely to bring home to him, has exhibitional conditions to meet, in a word, that forbid the terrible fluidity of self-revelation. I may seem not to better the case for my discrimination if I say that, for my first care, I had thus inevitably to set him up a confidant or two, to wave away with energy the custom of the seated mass of explanation after the fact, the inserted block of merely referential narrative, which flourishes so, to the shame of the modern impatience, on the serried page of Balzac, but which seems simply to appal our actual, our general weaker, digestion. ā€œHarking back to make upā€ took at any rate more doing, as the phrase is, not only than the reader of today demands, but than he will tolerate at any price any call upon him either to understand or remotely to measure; and for the beauty of the thing when done the current editorial mind in particular appears wholly without sense. It is not, however, primarily for either of these reasons, whatever their weight, that Stretherā€™s friend Waymarsh is so keenly clutched at, on the threshold of the book, or that no less a pounce is made on Maria Gostreyā ā€”without even the pretext, either, of her being, in essence, Stretherā€™s friend. She is the readerā€™s friend much ratherā ā€”in consequence of dispositions that make him so eminently require one; and she acts in that capacity, and really in that capacity alone, with exemplary devotion from beginning to and of the book. She is an enrolled, a direct, aid to lucidity; she is in fine, to tear off her mask, the most unmitigated and abandoned of ficelles. Half the dramatistā€™s art, as we

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