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recked the historical instinct。 an old man with an academic appointment； who was a leader in the attack upon synge； sees in the 11th century romance of deirdre a re？telling of the first five act tragedy outside the classic languages； and this tragedy from his description of it was certainly written on the elizabethan model； while an allusion to a copper boat； a marvel of magic like cinderellas slipper； persuades him that the ancient irish had forestalled the modern dockyards in the making of metal ships。 the man who doubted； let us say； our fabulous ancient kings running up to adam； or found but mythology in some old tale； was as hated as if he had doubted the authority of scripture。 above all no man was so ignorant； that he had not by rote familiar arguments and statistics to drive away amid familiar applause； all those had they but found strange truth in the world or in their mind； whose knowledge has passed out of memory and bee an instinct of hand or eye。 there was no literature； for literature is a child of experience always； of knowledge never； and the nation itself； instead of being a dumb struggling thought seeking a mouth to utter it or hand to show it； a teeming delight that would re？create the world； had bee； at best； a subject of knowledge。
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Synge And The Ireland Of His TimeV
taylor always spoke with confidence though he was no determined man； being easily flattered or jostled from his way； and this； putting as it were his fiery heart into his mouth made him formidable。 and i have noticed that all those who speak the thoughts of many； speak confidently； while those who speak their own thoughts are hesitating and timid； as though they spoke out of a mind and body grown sensitive to the edge of bewilderment among many impressions。 they speak to us that we may give them certainty； by seeing what they have seen； and so it is； that enlargement of experience does not e from those oratorical thinkers； or from those decisive rhythms that move large numbers of men； but from writers that seem by contrast as feminine as the soul when it explores in blakes picture the recesses of the grave； carrying its faint lamp trembling and astonished； or as the muses who are never pictured as one？breasted amazons； but as women needing protection。 indeed； all art which appeals to individual man and awaits the confirmation of his senses and his reveries； seems when arrayed against the moral zeal； the confident logic； the ordered proof of journalism； a trifling； impertinent； vexatious thing； a tumbler who has unrolled his carpet in the way of a marching army。
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Synge And The Ireland Of His TimeVI
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i attack things that are as dear to many as some holy image carried hither and thither by some broken clan； and can but say that i have felt in my body the affections i disturb； and believed that if i could raise them into contemplation i would make possible a literature； that finding its subject？matter all ready in mens minds would be； not as ours is； an interest for scholars； but the possession of a people。 i have founded societies with this aim； and was indeed founding one in paris when i first met with j。m。 synge； and i have known what it is to be changed by that i would have changed； till i became argumentative and unmannerly； hating men even in daily life for their opinions。 and though i was never convinced that the anatomies of last years leaves are a living forest； or thought a continual apologetic could do other than make the soul a vapour and the body a stone； or believed that literature can be made by anything but by what is still blind and dumb within ourselves； i have had to learn how hard in one who lives where forms of expression and habits of thought have been born； not for the pleasure of begetting but for the public good； is that purification from insincerity； vanity； malignity； arrogance； which is the discovery of style。 but it became possible to live when i had learnt all i had not learnt in shaping words； in defending synge against his enemies； and knew that rich energies； fine； turbulent or gracious thoughts； whether in life or letters； are but love？children。
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Synge And The Ireland Of His TimeVII
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synge seemed by nature unfitted to think a political thought； and with the exception of one sentence； spoken when i first met him in paris； that implied some sort of nationalist conviction； i cannot remember that he spoke of politics or showed any interest in men in the mass； or in any subject that is studied through abstractions and statistics。 often for months together he and i and lady gregory would see no one outside the abbey theatre； and that life； lived as it were in a ship at sea； suited him； for unlike those whose habit of mind fits them to judge of men in the mass； he was wise in judging individual men； and as wise in dealing with them as the faint energies of ill？health would permit； but of their political thoughts he long understood nothing。 one night when we were still producing plays in a little hall； certain members of the pany told him that a play on the rebellion of 98 would be a great success。 after a fortnight he brought them a scenario which read like a chapter out of rabelais。 two women； a protestant and a catholic； take refuge in a cave； and there quarrel about religion； abusing the pope or queen elizabeth and henry viii； but in low voices； for the one fears to be ravished by the soldiers； the other by the rebels。 at last one woman goes out because she would sooner any fate than such wicked pany。 yet； i doubt if he would have written at all if he did not write of ireland； and for it； and i know that he thought creative art could only e from such preoccupation。
once； when in later years； anxious about the educational effect of our movement； i proposed adding to the abbey pany a second pany to play international drama； synge； who had not hitherto opposed me； thought the matter so important that he did so in a formal letter。
i had spoken of a german municipal theatre as my model； and he said that the municipal theatres all over europe gave fine performances of old classics but did not create （he disliked modern drama for its sterility of spe