Bernard Shaw's Remarkable Religion: A Faith That Fits the Facts
Bernard Shaw's Remarkable Religion: A Faith That Fits the Facts
Bernard Shaw's Remarkable Religion: A Faith That Fits the Facts
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A Creed for Living 11<br />
tions of death which, in <strong>the</strong> event, were true: he died shortly after <strong>the</strong><br />
article appeared. It had been Archer who had given Shaw his start, who had<br />
provided <strong>the</strong> eccentric Irishman his first opportunity to take <strong>the</strong> stage as<br />
Punch—o<strong>the</strong>rwise G.B.S., <strong>the</strong> absurdly paradoxical critic of London’s art<br />
world. By this time, however, Shaw was enjoying <strong>the</strong> success of Saint Joan,<br />
thought by many <strong>the</strong> crowning achievement of his career and by o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
<strong>the</strong> last flare of his dying genius. Archer salutes his old friend as “<strong>the</strong><br />
Grand Old Man of literary Europe” but <strong>the</strong>n goes on to say that Shaw’s<br />
mind “is concave, convex, corrugated, many-faceted—anything you like<br />
except plane and objective” and that “his perceptions are warped by <strong>the</strong><br />
intensity of his feelings: <strong>the</strong> mirror of his mind does not accurately image<br />
<strong>the</strong> external object.” Archer continues:<br />
Mr. Shaw is <strong>the</strong> most complete and instinctive apriorist of recorded<br />
time. He does not live in <strong>the</strong> real world, but in a world of his own<br />
construction. No doubt this is in some measure true of all of us, but it<br />
is <strong>the</strong> inmost secret of Mr. Shaw’s whole psychology. His perception<br />
of fact is absolutely at <strong>the</strong> mercy of his will. The world without has no<br />
existence for him, except in so far as it can be, and is, fitted into <strong>the</strong><br />
pre-existent scheme of his world within. The result is that he can<br />
seldom or never make a perfectly accurate statement of fact. The<br />
most honourable of men, <strong>the</strong> most incapable of telling a falsehood for<br />
his own advantage, or even in fur<strong>the</strong>rance of a cause or an argument,<br />
he is equally incapable of seeing, reflecting, expressing things as <strong>the</strong>y<br />
objectively or historically are. He sees <strong>the</strong>m through <strong>the</strong> distorting,<br />
systematising medium of his own personality; whereas <strong>the</strong> man who<br />
is to be an effective force in this world must ei<strong>the</strong>r have <strong>the</strong> clearest<br />
insight into things as <strong>the</strong>y are, or, if he sees <strong>the</strong>m awry, must do so by<br />
reason of a common and popular obliquity of vision. (“The Psychology<br />
of G.B.S.” 300, 301, 303)<br />
One must beware here of succumbing to <strong>the</strong> inevitable temptation to dismiss<br />
Archer, since, after all, who is William Archer now, except a name<br />
peripheral to those of Ibsen and Shaw? Archer was a perceptive and intelligent<br />
critic; it would be dangerously presumptuous for us to condescend<br />
to him from what we may perceive to be <strong>the</strong> summit of our postmodern<br />
wisdom. It is wonderfully flattering to agree with Shaw about <strong>the</strong> follies of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Victorian era; we all see through <strong>the</strong>m now, of course, and when we<br />
imagine ourselves in Shaw’s place, looking at <strong>the</strong>m through Shaw’s eyes,<br />
we can identify with <strong>the</strong> solitary crusader against pomposity and falsehood.<br />
But it does not follow that we would have seen things as he saw <strong>the</strong>m