Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
No man is or can be purely individual. The mass of men have only the tiniest touch of individuality if any. The mass of men live and move, think and feel collectively, and have practically no individual emotions, feelings or thoughts at all. They ar
Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticizing. Criticism can never be a science it is, in the first place, much too personal, and in the second, it is concerned with values that science ignores. The touchstone is emotion, not reason. We judge a work of art by its effect on our sincere and vital emotion, and nothing else. All the critical twiddle-twaddle about style and form, all this pseudoscientific classifying and analyzing of books in an imitation-botanical fashion, is mere impertinence and mostly dull jargon.
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