Boon, the Mind of the Race, the Wild Asses of the Devil, and the Last Trump - Tapa blanda

Excerpt: ... all conscious subjugation of our attention to expressed beauty, or expressed truth, is sacramental, is communion with the immortal being. We lift up our thoughts out of the little festering pit of desire and vanity which is one's individual self into that greater self...." So he talks, and again presently of "that world-wide immortal communion incessant as the march of sun and planets amidst the stars...." And then, going on with his vast comparison, for I cannot believe this is more than a fantastic parallelism: "And if the mind that does, as we say, create is like the wafer that has become miraculously divine, then though you may not like to think of it, all you who give out books, who print books and collect books, and sell books and lend them, who bring pictures to people's eyes, set things forth in theatres, hand out thought in any way from the thinking to the attentive mind, all you are priests, you do a priestly office, and every bookstall and hoarding is a wayside shrine, offering consolation and release to men and women from the intolerable prison of their narrow selves...." 6 That, I think, is what Boon really at the bottom of his heart felt and believed about literature. And yet in some way he could also not believe it; he could recognize something about it that made him fill the margin of the manuscript of this address with grotesque figures of an imaginary audience going out. They were, I know, as necessary to his whole conception as his swinging reference to the stars; both were as much part of his profound belief as the gargoyle on the spire and the high altar are necessary parts of a Gothic cathedral. And among other figures I am amused rather than hurt to find near the end this of myself- Too high-pitched even for Reginald. CHAPTER THE SIXTH Of not liking Hallery and the Royal Society for the Discouragement of Literature 1 In the same peculiar receptacle in which I find this presidential address I found a...