After my preliminary attack on vague democracy I went on to show that all human life was virtually aristocratic; people must either recognise aristocracy in general or else follow leaders, which is aristocracy in particular, and so I came to my point that the reality of human progress lay necessarily through the establishment of freedoms for the human best and a collective receptivity and understanding.There was a disgusted grunt from Dayton, "Superman rubbish--Nietzsche.Shaw! Ugh!" I sailed on over him to my next propositions.The prime essential in a progressive civilisation was the establishment of a more effective selective process for the privilege of higher education, and the very highest educational opportunity for the educable.We were too apt to patronise scholarship winners, as though a scholarship was toffee given as a reward for virtue.It wasn't any reward at all; it was an invitation to capacity.We had no more right to drag in virtue, or any merit but quality, than we had to involve it in a search for the tallest man.We didn't want a mere process for the selection of good as distinguished from gifted and able boys--"No, you DON'T,"from Dayton--we wanted all the brilliant stuff in the world concentrated upon the development of the world.Just to exasperate Dayton further I put in a plea for gifts as against character in educational, artistic, and legislative work."Good teaching," Isaid, "is better than good conduct.We are becoming idiotic about character."Dayton was too moved to speak.He slewed round upon me an eye of agonised aversion.
I expatiated on the small proportion of the available ability that is really serving humanity to-day."I suppose to-day all the thought, all the art, all the increments of knowledge that matter, are supplied so far as the English-speaking community is concerned by--how many?--by three or four thousand individuals.('Less,' said Thorns.) To be more precise, by the mental hinterlands of three or four thousand individuals.We who know some of the band entertain no illusions as to their innate rarity.We know that they are just the few out of many, the few who got in our world of chance and confusion, the timely stimulus, the apt suggestion at the fortunate moment, the needed training, the leisure.The rest are lost in the crowd, fail through the defects of their qualities, become commonplace workmen and second-rate professional men, marry commonplace wives, are as much waste as the driftage of superfluous pollen in a pine forest is waste.""Decent honest lives!" said Dayton to his bread-crumbs, with his chin in his necktie."WASTE!""And the people who do get what we call opportunity get it usually in extremely limited and cramping forms.No man lives a life of intellectual productivity alone; he needs not only material and opportunity, but helpers, resonators.Round and about what I might call the REAL men, you want the sympathetic cooperators, who help by understanding.It isn't that our--SALT of three or four thousand is needlessly rare; it is sustained by far too small and undifferentiated a public.Most of the good men we know are not really doing the very best work of their gifts; nearly all are a little adapted, most are shockingly adapted to some second-best use.
Now, I take it, this is the very centre and origin of the muddle, futility, and unhappiness that distresses us; it's the cardinal problem of the state--to discover, develop, and use the exceptional gifts of men.And I see that best done--I drift more and more away from the common stuff of legislative and administrative activity--by a quite revolutionary development of the educational machinery, but by a still more unprecedented attempt to keep science going, to keep literature going, and to keep what is the necessary spur of all science and literature, an intelligent and appreciative criticism going.You know none of these things have ever been kept going hitherto; they've come unexpectedly and inexplicably.""Hear, hear!" from Dayton, cough, nodding of the head, and an expression of mystical profundity.
"They've lit up a civilisation and vanished, to give place to darkness again.Now the modern state doesn't mean to go back to darkness again--and so it's got to keep its light burning." I went on to attack the present organisation of our schools and universities, which seemed elaborately designed to turn the well-behaved, uncritical, and uncreative men of each generation into the authoritative leaders of the next, and I suggested remedies upon lines that I have already indicated in the earlier chapters of this story....
So far I had the substance of the club with me, but I opened new ground and set Crupp agog by confessing my doubt from which party or combination of groups these developments of science and literature and educational organisation could most reasonably be expected.Ilooked up to find Crupp's dark little eye intent upon me.
There I left it to them.
We had an astonishingly good discussion; Neal burst once, but we emerged from his flood after a time, and Dayton had his interlude.
The rest was all close, keen examination of my problem.
