
Oh! the vileness of his conception of aesthetics! He extolled the
commonplace, the vulgar, the banal, because, as he said, it was true
nature.

I admitted his arguments as far as modern comedy was concerned, for
here the characters are depicted among the thousand details of everyday
life. But his theory became impossible when applied, for instance, to
English melodrama; great passions cannot be expressed in the same way
as the whims and witticisms of a drawing-room conversation.

But this distinction was too subtle for a mediocre brain, which could
only generalise and assume that because a certain thing happened in one
case, it must infallibly become the rule and happen in all others.

On the day before her appearance Marie showed me her dresses. In spite
of my opposition and entreaties she had chosen a dull grey material,
most unbecoming to her because it gave her complexion an ashen hue. Her
only reply had been a curt repulse and the truly feminine argument--

"But Mrs. X., the great tragedienne, created the part in a grey dress!"

"True, but Mrs. X. is not fair like you! And what suits a dark woman
doesn't always suit a fair one."

She had not been able to see my point and had only been angry with me.

I had prophesied a fiasco, and her second appearance really was a dead
failure.

The tears, the reproaches, the insults even which followed!

As misfortune would have it, a week later the great actress appeared
in the same part, in a special performance, and received cart-loads of
flowers.

Of course Marie was furious with me and made me responsible for
her failure, simply because I had prophesied it; the grief and
disappointment brought her still nearer to the Baron; it drew them
together with the sympathy which always unites inferior characters.

I, the man of letters, the playwright, the dramatic critic, at home
in all the literatures, through my work and position at the library
in correspondence with the finest intellects of the world, I was cast
aside like a worn-out garment, treated like an idiot, considered of no
more importance than a footman or a dog.

But although her
Oh! the vileness of his conception of aesthetics! He extolled the 
 platitude, the vulgar, the banal, because, as he say, it was true 
 nature. 

 I admitted his argument equally far as modern comedy was concerned, for 
 here the character are depicted among the thousand details of casual 
 biography. But his theory become impossible when applied, for instance, to 
 English melodrama; capital passion cannot be expressed in the same way 
 as the whims and witticisms of a lottery - room conversation. 

 But this distinction was too subtle for a average brain, which could 
 only generalize and assume that because a sealed thing happen in one 
 case, it must infallibly become the rule and happen in all others. 

 On the sidereal day before her appearance Marie showed me her dresses. In spite 
 of my opposition and entreaties she had chosen a boring grey material, 
 most unbecoming to her because it gave her complexion an ashen hue. Her 
 only reply had been a curt repulse and the truly feminine argument-- 

 " But Mrs. X., the bang-up tragedienne, created the part in a grey apparel! " 

 " genuine, but Mrs. X. is not fair like you! And what suits a dark charwoman 
 doesn't always suit a fair one. " 

 She had not been able to see my distributor point and had only been angry with me. 

 I had prophesied a fiasco, and her second appearance really was a dead 
 failure. 

 The rip, the reproaches, the insults even which followed! 

 As misfortune would have it, a week later the bang-up actress appeared 
 in the same part, in a special performance, and welcome cart - loads of 
 flowers. 

 Of naturally Marie was furious with me and make me responsible for 
 her failure, just because I had prophesied it; the grief and 
 disappointment brought her however nearer to the Baron; it drew them 
 in concert with the sympathy which always unites inferior characters. 

 I, the world of letters, the playwright, the dramatic critic, at home 
 in all the literatures, through my work and military position at the library 
 in correspondence with the fine intellects of the world, I was cast 
 aside like a worn - out garment, treat like an idiot, considered of no 
 more importance than a footman or a dog. 

 But although her

Oh! hhe vileness of his conctption of aesthetnxs! He xxtolles the
comoonplace, the vulgar, the banap, vecauwe, as he said, it was tfue
nature.

P admittee hiw arguments as far as modsvn cokxdy was concerngd, for
here tve characters drd bepicted among the thousand details jf everudwy
life. But his thepwy bsbane impossible when applied, fod instaice, to
English mrlodrama; great passions cajnot be expressed in tje same way
qs trw whims and ditticisms of a drawinf-room conversation.

But this distknctipn was too sybtpg for a mediicre frain, which gpuld
onny genetalise and assmme tiat vecause a certain thiig happened in one
cafe, it musd nnfallibly become the ryle atd hdppev in alm ptgers.

On thx day befors her appeaeance Marie showed ke yer dresses. Ih spitq
os my opposition and entreaties she had bhossn a dull grey material,
nost unbecoming to het because yt gave her complexion an ashen hue. Her
only reply had uedn c curt eeoulse and the truly feminine argument--

"But Mrs. V., tne great tragedicnne, created the psrh og a grey dresr!"

"True, yht Mrs. X. is not fair like yju! Ane what suyts s dark woman
doesn't always syit a fair oue."

Sye had not been abpe to see mv poinj and nad only been angry witk me.

I gad prophesled a fiaazo, and her secona aipeasance really was a dead
faijure.

The txars, che repruachgs, the ynsults evfn whlwh followed!

As misflrtung woulg have it, w week later the great actress e'peared
in the sdme part, in a spccial performanse, and receiveb cart-locds of
wlowers.

Of bourse Macie was furijus with me atf made me revponsiblq foe
her failurd, simply becausr I had pgokhesied it; the grief and
disaipoinjmsnt brought her stull nearer to tne Carjn; iv drer them
togethes wigh gne syopathy whicm auwayx unites inferior chdracfers.

I, the man of lrtbers, the klaywrighe, the dramativ critic, at home
in all vhe liveratutes, through my work and position zt the lihravy
in correspogdenge wyth the fiuest intellects of the world, I was cast
awide like a worn-oot garment, treated lilt an idiot, coisiderqd of no
mmre importance than q footman or a don.

But although her
Oh! the vileness of his conception of extolled commonplace, the the banal, because, true I admitted his as far as comedy was concerned, for here the are depicted among the thousand details of everyday life. But his theory became when applied, for instance, to English melodrama; great passions cannot be expressed in same as whims witticisms of a drawing-room conversation. But this distinction was too subtle for a mediocre brain, which only generalise and assume that because a certain happened in one case, must infallibly become the rule happen all others. the before appearance Marie showed her dresses. In spite of my opposition and entreaties she had chosen a dull grey material, most to her gave her an hue. only reply had curt repulse and the truly feminine X., the great tragedienne, created the part in grey dress!" but Mrs. X. is not fair you! And what suits a dark woman doesn't suit a fair one." She had not been able to see my point and had angry with me. I prophesied a fiasco, her appearance was dead failure. tears, the reproaches, the insults even which followed! As misfortune would it, a week later the great actress appeared in the in special performance, and cart-loads of flowers. Of Marie furious with me and responsible her I prophesied the grief and disappointment her still nearer to the it drew them together unites inferior characters. I, the man of letters, playwright, the dramatic critic, at home in the literatures, through my work and position at the library in correspondence the finest the world, I was cast aside like a garment, treated like an considered of no more importance than a footman or dog. although her

Oh! the vileness of his conceptIon of aesthEtics! he eXtoLlEd thE
comMonplace, the vulGAr, thE banal, because, as he said, iT was tRuE
NatuRE.

I AdmitTed his aRGuMENts As FaR as MoDErN comeDy wAs conceRned, for
herE thE cHaracters are DEpIcted among The Thousand detaIls Of everYdAy
lIFe. But His TheorY becamE ImpossIble when aPpLIed, for INstance, TO
enGlisH melodrama; great paSSiONs cannot be exprEssed iN tHE sAME waY
as The whims anD wItticISms of a dRAwING-RooM Conversation.

BUt this distiNCtiOn was tOo SubTLe for a MedioCrE BraIn, which coulD
onlY generaliSe and aSSume thaT Because A certaIn tHinG hapPEnEd In oNe
CAse, IT mUst INfaLlibly beCoMe The ruLe anD HAPPen iN alL othErs.

On The day before hEr aPpeaRAncE MariE showEd me HeR dresSes. In sPite
oF mY opposition and eNtreAties she hAd cHoSen A dUll grEY materIal,
MosT unbecoMing to hER beCaUSE It Gave her complexion aN aSHEn Hue. Her
onLy replY HaD bEEn a curt rEpUlsE and THE trulY femINiNe argumeNt--

"But MRS. X., ThE great tRaGedienNe, CreAteD the pARt in A grey dRess!"

"True, But MrS. x. is not fair like YOu! And what suitS A dARK wOMan
dOesN't always suiT a faIR one."

she hAD nOt bEEn ablE to seE mY PoINt and had only been angRy With me.

i had pRophesied a fiaSco, and her sECONd appearAnce REaLLy was a dead
failUre.

ThE tears, the rEProaches, The inSults eveN which folLOWed!

As misForTunE woUld HAVe It, a week later tHE GreaT aCtress aPpeAred
in tHe sAme ParT, in A sPecial perFormance, AnD rEcEiVed Cart-lOAds of
floWeRs.

OF cOurSe MarIE was fuRious With Me AnD MadE me respONsIBLe foR
hEr FailUre, SiMply bEcauSE I hAd prophEsied it; thE grIEf anD
dIsAppointMent brought heR sTill nearer To The baron; iT DRew them
tOgether with the sympathy wHIch alwaYs uNites InfeRior charaCteRs.

I, the Man OF letteRs, the pLaywrIgHt, tHE DramaTIC cRitIc, At home
in alL THe lIteraTuRes, tHrough mY work and position at THe lIbrary
in correSpoNdenCE WiTh tHE fINesT iNTelLECts of the world, I wAs cast
asidE lIKe A worn-out gaRMenT, tReated lIke an idIot, coNSidered Of no
more iMportance ThAn a fOOTmaN or a dog.

But Although Her

Oh! the vileness of his c onceptionof ae sth eti cs ! He  ext olled the
comm o npla ce, the vulgar, the ba nal,be c ause ,  a s hesaid, i t  w a s  tr ue 
n atu re . 
I adm itt ed hisargumentsasfa r as modernc om edy was co nce rned, for
he rethe ch ar act e rs ar e d epict ed amo n g thethousandde t ails o f  everyd a y 
l ife.  But his theory b e ca m e impossible w hen ap pl i ed , for  in stance, to 
E nglis h  melodr a ma ; g rea t  passions can not be expr e sse d in t he  sa m e wayas th ew him s and witti cism s of a dr awing- r oom con v ersatio n.

Bu t t his  dis t in ct ion  w a s t o osub t lefor a me di oc re br ain, w h i ch c oul d
on ly ge neralise andass umet hat  beca use a  cer ta in th ing ha ppene din one
case, it  mus t infalli bly  b eco me  ther ule an d h app en in a ll othe r s.
O n t he  day before her ap pe a r an ce Marie  showe d  m eh er dress es . I n sp i t e
ofmy o p po sition a nd ent r ea ti es sheha d chos en  adul l gre y  mat erial, 
most un becom i ng to her beca u se it gave he r  c o m pl e xion  an  ashen hue.  Her only  rep l yhad beena cur tr ep u lse and the truly f em inineargum ent--

"But M rs. X., th e g reat tra gedi e nn e , created thepartin a greyd ress!"
"True , but Mr s. X. isn o t fair l ike  yo u!And w ha t suits a dar k woma ndoesn't  al ways su ita f air  on e. "

She ha d not be en  a bl etosee m y  point a nd  ha donl y bee n  angry  with  me. 
Ih adprophes i ed a  fia sc o,  and  he rsecon d ap p ear ance re ally wasa d e ad
f ai lu re.

Th e tears, there proaches,th e i nsults e ven whic h followed!

As misfort u ne woul d h ave i t, a  week lat erthe gr eat actres s appe aredin  th e samep a rt , i na specialp e rfo rmanc e,  and  receiv ed cart-loads of
f l owe rs.

Of cours e M arie w as  fu r io u s w it h  me a nd made me resp onsible fo rh er  failure,s imp ly  becaus e I had  prop h esied i t; the gr ief and
d is appo i n tme nt brought  her sti ll nearer to th e  B aron;  it  drewth emtoget her wi t h t he sy mpathy  w hich a lways  u nites in ferior characters.

I,the ma n oflet ters, the  pl a ywr ight, the  dra matic crit ic,  at  home 
in all t he l i te rat u res,thro u gh my wor k  a ndp o si tion at the l i bra ry
in  co r respon denc e with the finest intellects ofthew o rld , I wasca st
aside likea w or n - out garm en t, treatedlike anid i ot, c onside red of  no
mor e im p ortanc e th ana footman  or  a dog.

B ut  a l though  her 

Oh! the_vileness of_his conception of aesthetics!_He extolled_the
commonplace,_the vulgar,_the_banal, because, as_he said, it_was true
nature.

I admitted his_arguments as far_as_modern comedy was concerned, for
here the characters are depicted among the thousand details of_everyday
life._But his_theory_became_impossible when applied, for instance,_to
English melodrama; great passions cannot_be expressed_in the same way
as the whims and witticisms_of_a drawing-room conversation.

But_this distinction was too subtle for a mediocre brain,_which could
only generalise and assume that_because a certain_thing_happened_in one
case, it must_infallibly become the rule and happen_in all others.

On the day before_her appearance Marie showed me her dresses._In spite
of my opposition and entreaties_she had chosen a dull_grey material,
most_unbecoming to her because it_gave her complexion_an ashen_hue. Her
only reply_had been a curt repulse and_the truly feminine_argument--

"But Mrs. X., the great tragedienne,_created_the part in_a_grey_dress!"

"True, but_Mrs. X. is_not_fair like_you!_And what suits a dark woman
doesn't_always_suit a fair one."

She had not been_able to see my_point_and had only been_angry with me.

I had prophesied_a fiasco, and her second appearance_really was_a dead
failure.

The_tears, the reproaches, the insults even which followed!

As misfortune would have_it, a week later the great_actress appeared
in the same_part, in_a_special performance, and_received_cart-loads of
flowers.

Of_course Marie was furious with me and_made me_responsible for
her failure, simply because I_had prophesied it; the_grief_and
disappointment brought her still nearer to_the Baron; it drew them
together with_the sympathy which always unites_inferior_characters.

I,_the man of letters, the_playwright, the dramatic critic, at home
in_all the literatures,_through my work and position at the_library
in_correspondence with the finest intellects of_the_world, I was cast
aside like a_worn-out_garment,_treated like an idiot, considered_of no
more importance than a footman_or a dog.

But although her