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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1932
FATHER: Right, my boy. Your mother first. There's nothing you should put head.
"Strict virtues within the house for everyone. Outside, all the pleasant virtues for the men […] one of Rome's greatest achievements was the successful education of their women in the idea that their supreme duty was to be chaste."
"In Roman literature, a woman is always a woman. Her sex is never in the background of the picture [unlike Greek literature]."
Would I too could so play with you, sweet sparrow
I would lift from my spirit its dark trouble.
"If I make use of people who have money, I can dispense with poor fare."
"Everything, virtue, honour, fame, everything human and divine, obey beautiful riches."
Talk like this is so familiar to us, it is difficult for us to realize how new it was in the second century before Christ. It bears the true Roman stamp. There is nothing like it in Greek literature. Conscious virtue, noble declamation, a fine gesture, none of that is Greek. Where the Romans were all for exalted sentiments, the Greeks were singularly matter of fact. And this difference is an important reason, perhaps the chief reason, why we feel instinctively at home in the Roman way and strangers to the Greek.
A good humored crowd, those people who filled the Roman theater in its first days of popularity, easily appealed to by any sentimental interest, eager to have the wicked punished, but not too severely, and the good live happily ever after. No occasions wanted for intellectual exertion. No wit or deft malice. Fun such as could be passively enjoyed, broad in the flavor of obscenity. Most marked characteristic of all, a love of mediocrity, a complete satisfaction with the average. The people who applauded these plays wanted nothing bigger than their own small selves. They were democratic.
The romantic artist must not be judged by the canon of strict accuracy. He will not be bound by fact, “the world being inferior to the soul”, as Bacon says, “by reason whereof there is more ample greatness, a more exact goodness, and a more absolute variety, than can be found in the nature of things.” To the classicist the nature of things is the truth and he desires only to see clearly what it is. The romanticist is the adventurer drawn on by the new and the strange where to him truth is to be found.