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nificant phrase; 〃When one looks into the darkness  there is always something there。〃  No doubt Mr Yeats's product all  along the line ranks with the great literature … unlike Homer;  according to Mr Moore; he never nods; though in the light of great  literature; poor Stevenson is always at his noddings; and more than  that; in the words of Leland's Hans Breitmann; he has 〃nodings on。〃   He is poor; naked; miserable … a mere pretender … and has no share  in the makings of great literature。  Mr Moore has stripped him to  the skin; and leaves him to the mercy of rain and storm; like Lear;  though Lear had a solid ground to go on in self…aid; which  Stevenson had not; he had daughters; and one of them was Cordelia;  after all。  This comes of painting all boldly in black and white:   Mr Yeats is white; R。 L。 Stevenson is black; and I am sure neither  one nor other; because simply of their self…devotion to their art;  could have subscribed heartily to Mr Moore's black art and white  art theory。  Mr Yeats is hardly the truest modern Celtic artist I  take him for; if he can fully subscribe to all this。

Mr Marriott Watson has a little unadvisedly; in my view; too like  ambition; fallen on 'tother side; and celebrated Stevenson as the  master of the horrifying。 (11)  He even finds the EBB…TIDE; and  Huish; the cockney; in it richly illustrative and grand。  〃There  never was a more magnificent cad in literature; and never a more  foul…hearted little ruffian。  His picture glitters (!) with life;  and when he curls up on the island beach with the bullet in his  body; amid the flames of the vitriol he had intended for another;  the reader's shudder conveys something also; even (!) of regret。〃

And well it may!  Individual taste and opinion are but individual  taste and opinion; but the EBB…TIDE and the cockney I should be  inclined to cite as a specimen of Stevenson's all too facile make… believe; in which there is too definite a machinery set agoing for  horrors for the horrors to be quite genuine。  The process is often  too forced with Stevenson; and the incidents too much of the  manufactured order; for the triumph of that simplicity which is of  inspiration and unassailable。  Here Stevenson; alas! all too often;  PACE Mr Marriott Watson; treads on the skirts of E。 A。 Poe; and  that in his least composed and elevated artistic moments。  And  though; it is true; that 〃genius will not follow rules laid down by  desultory critics;〃 yet when it is averred that 〃this piece of work  fulfils Aristotle's definition of true tragedy; in accomplishing  upon the reader a certain purification of the emotions by means of  terror and pity;〃 expectations will be raised in many of the new  generation; doomed in the cases of the more sensitive and  discerning; at all events; not to be gratified。  There is a  distinction; very bold and very essential; between melodrama;  however carefully worked and staged; and that tragedy to which  Aristotle was there referring。  Stevenson's 〃horrifying;〃 to my  mind; too often touches the trying borders of melodrama; and  nowhere more so than in the very forced and unequal EBB…TIDE;  which; with its rather doubtful moral and forced incident when it  is good; seems merely to borrow from what had gone before; if not a  very little even from some of what came after。  No service is done  to an author like Stevenson by fatefully praising him for precisely  the wrong thing。


〃Romance attracted Stevenson; at least during the earlier part of  his life; as a lodestone attracts the magnet。  To romance he  brought the highest gifts; and he has left us not only essays of  delicate humour〃 (should this not be 〃essays FULL OF〃 OR  〃characterised by〃?) 〃and sensitive imagination; but stories also  which thrill with the realities of life; which are faithful  pictures of the times and tempers he dealt with; and which; I  firmly believe; will live so〃 (should it not be 〃as〃?) 〃long as our  noble English language。〃


Mr Marriott Watson sees very clearly in some things; but  occasionally he misses the point。  The problem is here raised how  two honest; far…seeing critics could see so very differently on so  simple a subject。

Mr Baildon says about the EBB…TIDE:


〃I can compare his next book; the EBB…TIDE (in collaboration with  Osbourne) to little better than a mud…bath; for we find ourselves;  as it were; unrelieved by dredging among the scum and dregs of  humanity; the 'white trash' of the Pacific。  Here we have  Stevenson's masterly but utterly revolting incarnation of the  lowest; vilest; vulgarest villainy in the cockney; Huish。   Stevenson's other villains shock us by their cruel and wicked  conduct; but there is a kind of fallen satanic glory about them;  some shining threads of possible virtue。  They might have been  good; even great in goodness; but for the malady of not wanting。   But Huish is a creature hatched in slime; his soul has no true  humanity:  it is squat and toad…like; and can only spit venom。 。 。  。 He himself felt a sort of revulsive after…sickness for the story;  and calls it in one passage of his VAILIMA LETTERS 'the ever…to…be… execrated EBB…TIDE' (pp。  178 and 184)。 。 。 。 He repented of it  like a debauch; and; as with some men after a debauch; felt cleared  and strengthened instead of wrecked。  So; after what in one sense  was his lowest plunge; Stevenson rose to the greatest height。  That  is the tribute to his virtue and strength indeed; but it does not  change the character of the EBB…TIDE as 'the ever…to…be… execrated。'〃


Mr Baildon truly says (p。 49):


〃The curious point is that Stevenson's own great fault; that  tendency to what has been called the 'Twopence…coloured' style; is  always at its worst in books over which he collaborated。〃

〃Verax;〃 in one of his 〃Occasional Papers〃 in the DAILY NEWS on  〃The Average Reader〃 has this passage:

〃We should not object to a writer who could repeat Barrie in A  WINDOW IN THRUMS; nor to one who would paint a scene as Louis  Stevenson paints Attwater alone on his South Sea island; the  approach of the pirates to the harbour; and their subsequent  reception and fate。  All these are surely specimens of brilliant  writing; and they are brilliant because; in the first place; they  give truth。  The events described must; in the supposed  circumstances; and with the given characters; have happened in the  way stated。  Only in none of the specimens have we a mere  photograph of the outside of what took place。  We have great  pictures by genius of the … to the prosaic eye … invisible  realities; as well as of the outward form of the actions。  We  behold and are made to feel the solemnity; the wildness; the  pathos; the earnestness; the agony; the pity; the moral squalor;  the grotesque fun; the delicate and minute beauty; the natural  loveliness and loneliness; the quiet desperate bravery; or whatever  else any of these wonderful pictures disclose to our view。  Had we  been lookers…on; we; the average readers; could not have seen these  qualities for ourselves。  But they are there; and genius enables us  to see them。  Genius makes truth shine。

〃Is it not; therefore; probable that the brilliancy which we  average readers do not want; and only laugh at when we get it; is  something altogether different?  I think I know what it is。  It is  an attempt to describe with words without thoughts; an effort to  make readers see something the writer has never seen himself in his  mind's eye。  He has no revelation; no vision; nothing to disclose;  and to produce an impression uses words; words; words; makes daub;  daub; daub; without any definite purpose; and certainly without any  real; or artistic; or definite effect。  To describe; one must first  of all see; and if we see anything the description of it will; as  far as it is in us; come as effortless and natural as the leaves on  trees; or as 'the tender greening of April meadows。'  I; therefore;  more than suspect that the brilliancy which the average reader  laughs at is not brilliancy。  A pot of flaming red paint thrown at  a canvas does not make a picture。〃


Now there is vision for outward picture or separate incident; which  may exist quite apart from what may be called moral; spiritual; or  even loftily imaginative conception; at once commanding unity and  commanding it。  There can be no doubt of Stevenson's power in the  former line … the earliest as the latest of his works are witnesses  to it。  THE MASTER OF BALLANTRAE abounds in picture and incident  and dramatic situations and touches; but it lacks true unity; and  the reason simply is given by Stevenson himself … that the 〃ending  shames; perhaps degrades; the beginning;〃 as it is in the EBB…TIDE;  with the cockney Huish; 〃execrable。〃  〃We have great pictures by  genius of the … to the prosaic eye … invisible realities; as well  as the outward form of the action。〃  True; but the 〃invisible  realities〃 form that from which true unity is derived; else their  partial presence but makes the whole the more incomplete and lop… sided; if not indeed; top…heavy; from light weight beneath; and it  is in the unity derived from this higher pervading; yet not too  assertive 〃invisible reality;〃 that Stevenson most often fails; and  is; in his own words; 〃exec
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