On the Art of Reading

Excerpt: ... music and half dew:      That was the chirp of Ariel      You heard, as overhead it flew,      The farther going more to dwell      And wing our green to wed our blue;      But whether note of joy, or knell,      Not his own Father-singer knew;      Nor yet can any mortal tell,      Save only how it shivers through;      The breast of us a sounded shell,      The blood of us a lighted dew. Well in music, in painting, this graduating which gives right proportion and, with proportion, a sense of distance, of atmosphere, is called Value. Let us, for a minute or two, assay this particular meaning of Value upon life and literature, and first upon life, or, rather upon one not negligible facet of life. I suppose that if an ordinary man of my age were asked which has better helped him to bear the burs of life-religion or a sense of humour-he would, were he quite honest, be gravelled for an answer. Now the best part of a sense of humour, as you know without my telling you, consists in a sense of proportion; a habit, abiding and prompt at command, of seeing all human, affairs in their just perspective, so that its happy possessor at once perceives anything odd or distorted or overblown to be an excrescence, a protuberance, a swelling, literally a humour: and the function of Thalia, the Comic Spirit, as you may read in Meredith's "Essay on Comedy," is just to prick these humours. I will but refer you to Meredith's "Essay," and here cite you the words of an old schoolmaster: It would seem to be characteristic of the same mind to appreciate the beauty of ideas in just proportion and harmonious relation to each other, and the absurdity of the same ideas when distorted or brought into incongruous juxtaposition. The exercise of this sense of humour ... compels the mind to form a picture to itself, accompanied by pleasurable emotion; and what is this but setting the imagination to work, though in topsy-turvy...