“Men, that
is, are selfish. Happily also they are silly . . .”
In 1903,
Leslie Stephen delivered the Ford Lectures and the following year published them
in a slender volume as English Literature and Society in the Eighteenth Century. It was his final book and his final
year. Stephen is most interesting when writing about literature and avoiding society.
With books he’s likelier to stick to the topic at hand and write
aphoristically. The passage at the top amused me. It reflects a mature person’s
understanding that our species is reliably flawed and ridiculous. We are worthy
of neither undiluted praise nor abject condemnation. Stephen is writing about
the Earl of Chesterfield, whose favorite author is La Rochefoucauld. Chesterfield
expects his son to read the Frenchman’s Maximes
daily. The reference to silliness follows.
Stephen is
fond of silly. By my count he uses
the word four times in his little book. Its frequent use may be distinctly English,
dismissive but not vicious. Americans use it less often. Stephen describes
antiquarianism as “a silly crochet.” When dealing with Pope he writes: “The
serious aim of the poet is to give a philosophy of human nature; and the mere
description of natural objects strikes him as silly unless tacked to a moral.”
He writes of Swift:
“His blows,
as it seemed to the archbishops, struck theology in general; he put that right
by pouring out scorn upon Deists and all who were silly enough to believe that
the vulgar could reason . . .”
Best of all,
Stephen endorses with qualifications Charles Lamb’s criticism of Congreve and
the comedy of manners, and writes:
“Life is not
made up of dodges worthy of card-sharpers—and the whole mechanism becomes silly
and disgusting. If comedy is to represent a full and fair portrait of life, the
dramatist ought surely, in spite of Lamb, to find some space for generous and
refined feeling. There, indeed, is a difficulty. The easiest way to be witty is
to be cynical. It is difficult, though desirable, to combine good feeling with
the comic spirit.”
Difficult,
indeed. Another English writer, Max Beerbohm, memorably uses silly in an essay which begins and ends
with the author of “The Vanity of Human Wishes”:
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