第 9 节
作者:青词      更新:2021-08-14 15:19      字数:9322
  her    surroundings      go   to  seed;   not   from    humbleness       of  mind    or   an
  overwhelming   sense   of   her   own   unworthiness;   but   in   pure   complacent
  conceit。
  A criticism to which the highly gifted lay themselves open from those
  who do not understand them; is their love of praise; the critics failing to
  grasp the fact that this passion for measuring one's self with others; like
  the gad…fly pursuing poor Io; never allows a moment's repose in the green
  pastures   of    success;   but   goads   them   constantly   up     the   rocky   sides  of
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  endeavor。 It is not that they love flattery; but that they need approbation as
  a counterpoise to the dark moments of self…abasement and as a sustaining
  aid for higher flights。
  Many   years   ago   I   was   present   at   a   final   sitting   which   my   master;
  Carolus Duran; gave to one of my fair compatriots。 He knew that the lady
  was leaving Paris on the morrow; and that in an hour; her husband and his
  friends   were   coming   to   see   and   criticise   the   portrait   …   always   a   terrible
  ordeal for an artist。
  To any one familiar with this painter's moods; it was evident that the
  result of the sitting was not entirely satisfactory。 The quick breathing; the
  impatient   tapping   movement   of   the   foot;   the   swift   backward   springs   to
  obtain   a   better   view;   so   characteristic   of   him   in   moments   of   doubt;   and
  which   had   twenty   years   before   earned   him   the   name   of   LE   DANSEUR
  from his fellow…copyists at the Louvre; betrayed to even a casual observer
  that his discouragement and discontent were at boiling point。
  The sound of a bell and a murmur of voices announced the entrance of
  the visitors into the vast studio。 After the formalities of introduction had
  been   accomplished   the   new…comers   glanced   at   the   portrait;   but   uttered
  never   a   word。   From   it   they   passed   in   a   perfectly   casual   manner   to   an
  inspection      of   the   beautiful     contents     of   the   room;     investigating      the
  tapestries;   admiring   the   armor;   and   finally;   after   another   glance   at   the
  portrait; the husband remarked: 〃You have given my wife a jolly long neck;
  haven't you?〃 and; turning to his friends; began laughing and chatting in
  English。
  If   vitriol   had been   thrown on   my  poor   master's quivering   frame;   the
  effect    could    not   have    been    more    instantaneous;      his   ignorance     of  the
  language spoken doubtless exaggerating his impression of being ridiculed。
  Suddenly   he   turned   very   white;   and   before   any   of   us   had   divined   his
  intention he had seized a Japanese sword lying by and cut a dozen gashes
  across the canvas。 Then; dropping his weapon; he flung out of the room;
  leaving   his   sitter   and   her   friends   in   speechless   consternation;   to   wonder
  then and ever after in what way they had offended him。 In their opinions;
  if   a  man    had    talent   and   understood      his   business;    he   should    produce
  portraits with the same ease that he would answer dinner invitations; and if
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  they paid for; they were in no way bound also to praise; his work。 They
  were entirely pleased with the result; but did not consider it necessary to
  tell him so; no idea having crossed their minds that he might be in one of
  those moods so frequent with artistic natures; when words of approbation
  and praise are as necessary to them; as the air we breathe is to us; mortals
  of a commoner clay。
  Even     in  the  theatrical   and   operatic   professions;     those   hotbeds    of
  conceit;    you   will  generally   find   among     the  〃stars〃   abysmal    depths    of
  discouragement and despair。 One great tenor; who has delighted New York
  audiences      during    several    winters    past;  invariably     announces     to   his
  intimates on arising that his 〃voice has gone;〃 and that; in consequence he
  will 〃never sing again;〃 and has to be caressed and cajoled back into some
  semblance      of  confidence     before   attempting     a  performance。     This   same
  artist;   with   an   almost    limitless   repertoire    and   a  reputation    no   new
  successes could enhance; recently risked all to sing what he considered a
  higher   class   of   music;   infinitely  more   fatiguing to   his voice;   because   he
  was     impelled    onward      by   the   ideal   that  forces    genius    to  constant
  improvement and development of its powers。
  What     the  people    who   meet    these   artists  occasionally    at  a  private
  concert or behind the scenes during the intense strain of a representation;
  take too readily for monumental egoism and conceit; is; the greater part of
  the   time;   merely    the  desire   for  a  sustaining    word;    a  longing   for   the
  stimulant of praise。
  All actors and singers are but big children; and must be humored and
  petted like children when you wish them to do their best。 It is necessary
  for them to feel in touch with their audiences; to be assured that they are
  not falling below the high ideals formed for their work。
  Some     winters    ago   a  performance      at  the  opera    nearly   came    to  a
  standstill    because    an  all…conquering     soprano    was    found   crying    in  her
  dressing…room。 After many weary moments of consolation and questioning;
  it came out that she felt quite sure she no longer had any talent。 One of the
  other   singers   had   laughed   at   her   voice;   and   in   consequence   there   was
  nothing left to live for。 A half…hour later; owing to judicious 〃treatment;〃
  she was singing gloriously and bowing her thanks to thunders of applause。
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  Rather than blame this divine discontent that has made man what he is
  to…day; let us glorify and envy it; pitying the while the frail mortal vessels
  it consumes with its flame。 No adulation can turn such natures from their
  goal; and in the hour of triumph the slave is always at their side to whisper
  the   word   of   warning。   This   discontent   is   the   leaven   that   has   raised   the
  whole   loaf   of   dull   humanity   to   better   things   and   higher   efforts;   those
  privileged   to   feel   it   are   the   suns   that   illuminate   our   system。   If   on   these
  luminaries   observers   have   discovered   spots;   it   is   well   to   remember   that
  these blemishes are but the defects of their qualities; and better far than the
  total    eclipse    that  shrouds     so   large    a  part   of   humanity      in  colorless
  complacency。
  It will never be known how many master…pieces have been lost to the
  world because at the critical moment a friend has not been at hand with the
  stimulant      of  sympathy      and   encouragement         needed    by   an   overworked;
  straining artist who was beginning to lose confidence in himself; to soothe
  his irritated nerves with the balm of praise; and take his poor aching head
  on    a  friendly    shoulder     and   let   him   sob    out  there    all  his  doubt    and
  discouragement。
  So let us not be niggardly or ungenerous in meting out to struggling
  fellow…beings their share; and perchance a little more than their share of
  approbation   and   applause;  poor  enough   return;  after  all;  for  the  pleasure
  their labors have procured us。 What adequate compensation can we mete
  out to an author for the hours of delight and self…forgetfulness his talent
  has brought to us in moments of loneliness; illness; or grief? What can pay
  our debt to a painter who has fixed on canvas the face we love?
  The  little  return   that   it   is   in   our power to   make   for  all   the  joy  these
  gifted   fellow…beings   bring   into   our   lives   is   (closing   our   eyes   to   minor
  imperfections) to warmly applaud them as they move upward; along their
  stony path。
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  CHAPTER 8 … Slouch
  I SHOULD like to see; in every school…room of our growing country;
  in every business office; at the railway stations; and on street corners; large
  placards     placed    with    〃Do    not  slouch〃     printed    thereon    in  distinct   and
  imposing characters。 If ever there was a tendency that needed ni