INTRODUCTION | ||
I.— | THE OLD AGE, | |
II.— | ORIGINAL SIN, | |
III.— | WHAT IS MODERN? | |
IV.— | ART AND LITERATURE, | |
V.— | CREATIVE LOVE, | |
VI.— | THE TRAGIC VIEW. |
That a young Scotsman, reacting from the vast emotional assault ofthe late ferocious war, should have withdrawn himself into an ivorytower in Glasgow town, and there sat himself down in heroic calmto wrestle with the vexatious and no doubt intrinsically insolubleproblems of being and becoming—this was surely nothing to cause,whispers among connoisseurs of philosophical passion, for that grim,persistent, cold-blooded concern with the fundamental mysteries of theworld has been the habit of the Scots ever since they emerged frommassacre and blue paint. From blue paint, indeed, the transition wasalmost instantaneous to blue souls, and the conscience of Britain,such as it is, has dwelt north of the Cheviot Hills ever since.Find a Scot, and you are at once beset by a metaphysician, or, atall events, by a theologian. But for a young man of those damp,desolate parts, throwing himself into the racial trance, to emergewith a set of ideas reaching back, through Nietzsche and even worseheretics, to the spacious, innocent, somewhat gaudy days of the Greekillumination—for such a fellow, so bred and circumscribed, to comeout of his tower with a concept of life as a grand and glitteringadventure, a tremendous spectacle, an overpowering ecstasy, almostan orgy—such a phenomenon was, and is, quite sufficient to lift thejudicious eyebrow. Yet here is this Mr. Edwin Muir of Caledonia bearingjust that outlandish contraband, offering just that strange floutingof all things traditionally Scotch. What he preaches in the ensuingaphorisms is the emancipation of the modern spirit from its rottingheritage of ingenuous fears and exploded certainties. What he denouncesmost bitterly is the abandonment of a world that is beautifullysurprising and charming to the rule of sordid, timid and unimaginativemen—the regimentation of ideas in a system that is half a denial ofthe obvious and half a conglomeration of outworn metaphors, all takentoo li