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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Realism 37<br />
woven out of words and inflated with wishes or fears; <strong>the</strong>y are given <strong>the</strong><br />
illusion of substance when <strong>the</strong>y are blown up with our longings. They<br />
begin with <strong>the</strong> simple mistaking of word for thing, but that alone is not<br />
enough to sustain <strong>the</strong>m. We cling to ideals because <strong>the</strong>y are <strong>the</strong> crutches<br />
and <strong>the</strong> shields of our enfeebled wills; we dare not face <strong>the</strong> world and say “I<br />
want that such and such be done,” or “I wish thus and that,” or “I detest<br />
and abhor this or <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r” on our own authority: we must give our desires<br />
and fears a foreign habitation and a name—one apart from and superior<br />
to our own tremulous souls.<br />
The wishes and fears are real. What is inside is not only real but is vital.<br />
Shaw realized that <strong>the</strong> idealists have a valid point when <strong>the</strong>y protest that<br />
most of <strong>the</strong> exhortations to see things as <strong>the</strong>y are, to avoid <strong>the</strong> distortions<br />
of sentimentality and emotion, whe<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> name of objectivity, naturalism,<br />
realism, or science, are <strong>the</strong> commandments of death: <strong>the</strong>y ask us to<br />
eliminate all that is most vital. They seek to gain cold, objective truth at <strong>the</strong><br />
price of life itself, to deny or destroy what is inside for <strong>the</strong> sake of what is<br />
outside. Shaw does not make that mistake; he insists only that we not confuse<br />
<strong>the</strong> two, that we not confound <strong>the</strong> outside with <strong>the</strong> inside. He recognizes<br />
that <strong>the</strong> idealist is a higher type than <strong>the</strong> Philistine because he will<br />
not settle for mere bovine contentment; he cannot live without his aspiration<br />
for something greater.<br />
The Objectification of Desire<br />
In <strong>the</strong> closing sentences of his preface to <strong>the</strong> Pleasant Plays, Shaw suggests<br />
that his business is to dramatize <strong>the</strong> consequences “of our persistent attempts<br />
to found our institutions on <strong>the</strong> ideals suggested to our imaginations<br />
by our half-satisfied passions” (1:385). Ideals are illusions that are<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r self-imposed or else clung to as if <strong>the</strong>y had been. They are dangerous<br />
because we invest in <strong>the</strong>m our desires and fears; <strong>the</strong>y are manufactured<br />
receptacles for our passions: idols, in a word. The passions <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
are real, are important, and must be acknowledged. Idealism errs to<br />
<strong>the</strong> extent that it is <strong>the</strong> inclination to act as if our passions—our values and<br />
desires—had objective as well as subjective reality. At heart, <strong>the</strong> realist’s<br />
secret is a simple knack for always making <strong>the</strong> distinction between what is<br />
inside and what is outside without also making <strong>the</strong> mistake of dismissing<br />
<strong>the</strong> inside as mere contamination of objectivity. What is inside is life itself.<br />
Realism is as simple as it is uncommon. Shaw’s estimate of one realist in<br />
a thousand is probably generous. We can all claim to be realists with respect<br />
to those ideals we happen not to share. We can, that is, if we forget