Next Monday we will compare two pieces with distinct positions on what constitutes good art. They are a chapter from George Eliot's novel Adam Bede (published in 1859, but set in 1799), "In Which the Story Pauses a Little," and Oscar Wilde's dialogue, "The Decay of Lying." (published in 1889).
George Eliot (1819-1880) |
"All honor and reverence to the divine beauty of form! Let us cultivate it to the utmost in men, women, and children -- in our gardens and in our houses. But let us love that other beauty too, which lies in no secret of proportion, but in the secret of deep human sympathy." [Emphasis added]
"The Decay of Lying" takes the form of a dialogue between two men named for Wilde's sons, Cyril and Vivian. Vivian's position is summed up by its concluding paragraph:
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) |
"At twilight nature becomes a wonderfully suggestive effect, and is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets." A wonderful Wildean epigram. Is it ironic? To discuss on Monday.
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