The Unclassed by George Gissing
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great ideas. This introduction to such phases of life will prove
endlessly advantageous to me, artistically speaking. Let me get a little more experience, and I will write a novel such as no one has yet ventured to write, at all events in England. I begin to see my way to magnificent effects; ye gods, such light and shade! The fact is, the novel of every-day life is getting worn out. We must dig deeper, get to untouched social strata. Dickens felt this, but he had not the courage to face his subjects; his monthly numbers had to lie on the family tea-table. Not _virginibus puerisque_ will be my book, I assure you, but for men and women who like to look beneath the surface, and who understand that only as artistic material has human life any significance. Yes, that is the conclusion I am working round to. The artist is the only sane man. Life for its own sake?--no; I would drink a pint of laudanum to-night. But life as the source of splendid pictures, inexhaustible material for effects --_that_ can reconcile me to existence, and that only. It is a delight followed by no bitter after-taste, and the only such delight I know." Harriet was very quiet when Julian returned. She went about getting the tea with a sort of indifference; she let a cup fall and break, but made no remark, and left her husband to pick up the pieces. "Waymark thinks I'm neglecting him," said Julian, with a laugh, as they sat down together. "It's better to neglect him than to neglect me, I should think," was Harriet's reply, in a quiet ill-natured tone which she was mistress of. |
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