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POT-BOILERS

BY

CLIVE BELL

 

 

 

LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
MCMXVIII


 

PRINTED AT THE COMPLETE PRESS
WEST NORWOOD
LONDON


CONTENTS

PAGE
FOREWORD 1
MONTAIGNE IN FACSIMILE 17
IBSEN 28
MISS COLERIDGE 41
PEACOCK 50
BOSWELL'S LETTERS 74
CARLYLE'S LOVES AND LOVE-LETTERS 82
THE LYSISTRATA 99
TRELAWNY'S LETTERS 115
SOPHOCLES IN LONDON 126
THE FLIGHT OF THE DRAGON 135
WILLIAM MORRIS 146
PERSIAN MINIATURES 156
COUNTERCHECK QUARRELSOME 165
PICTURE SHOWS:
   I. THE LONDON SALON 174
   II. ENGLISH POST-IMPRESSIONISTS 179
   III. AN EXPENSIVE "MASTERPIECE" 188
   IV. MARCHAND 194
   V. THE MANSARD GALLERY 199
CONTEMPORARY ART IN ENGLAND 209
ART AND WAR 231
BEFORE THE WAR 247
INDEX OF NAMES 257

FOREWORD

Dear Geoffrey Whitworth,—Considering for how many ages how many clever people have been complaining of their publishers, you might have supposed that no device for getting one of them into a scrape could have been left untried. Yet, so far as I can remember, no author has had the bright idea of denouncing his publisher, particularly, and by name, as accessory before the fact. I am willing to suspect my memory rather than my profession of being at fault in this matter; but that the practice is uncommon is most certain and that, surely, is very strange. No author thinks twice of saddling his friend, his wife, his mother, or even his mistress with the responsibility of having been the onlie begetter of some feckless cub or monstrous abortion; but on his publisher, the very man he should wish to injure, who ever thought of fastening the offence? Yet you cannot deny, my dear Whitworth, that this book is your fault. I was all for abandoning the project after I had read Mr. Arnold Bennett's volume and recognized how much more readable his journalism was than mine: your reader, I suspect, was of like mind: it was you, and you alone, who, by enlisting my vanity, conquered my pride.

Of course in the end my vanity might have triumphed without you: it is not often or easily beaten.

"Obliged by hunger and request of friends,"

I can imagine myself printing under that classic excuse, which has the merit of being in the grand literary tradition and as disingenuous as another; for in these days an author is not more hungry than every one else, and my friends would have been the first to pardon my silence. You may take it for certain, by the way, that when a man says he is publishing at the instance of two or three friends he means that he is offering the public what he knows that the public could have done perfectly well without. He means that he is printing neither to persuade nor to inform nor yet to express the truth that is in him, but simply to gratify an itch for such notoriety as the careless attention of a few thousand readers may be supposed to give. If I now contrive to escape the

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