XV Titles and Subjects Titles A GOOD title should aim at making what follows as far as possible superfluous to those who know anything of the subject. "The Ancient Mariner" This poem would not have taken so well if it had been called "The Old Sailor," so that Wardour Street has its uses. For Unwritten Articles, Essays, Stories The Art of Quarrelling. Christian Death-beds. The Book of Babes and Sucklings. Literary Struldbrugs. The Life of the World to Come The Limits of Good Faith. Art, Money and Religion. The Third Class Excursion Train, or Steam-boat, as the Church of the Future. The Utter Speculation involved in much of the good advice that is commonly given-as never to sell a reversion, etc. Tracts for Children, warning them against the virtues of their elders. Making Ready for Death as a Means of Prolonging Life. An Essay concerning Human Misunderstanding. So McCulloch [a fellow art-student at Heatherley's, a very fine draughtsman] used to say that he drew a great many lines and saved the best of them. Illusion, mistake, action taken in the dark—these are among the main sources of our prog ress. The Elements of Immorality for the Use of Earnest Schoolmasters. Family Prayers: A series of perfectly plain and sensible ones asking for what people really do want without any kind of humbug. A Penitential Psalm as David would have written it if he had been reading Herbert Spencer. A Few Little Crows which I have to pick with various people. The Scylla of Atheism and the Charybdis of Christianity. The Battle of the Prigs and Blackguards. That Good may Come. The Marriage of Inconvenience. The Judicious Separation. Fooling Around. The Diseases and Ordinary Causes of Mortality among Friendships. The finding a lot of old photographs at Herculaneum or Thebes; and they should turn out to be of no interest. On the points of resemblance and difference between the dropping off of leaves from a tree and the dropping off of guests from a dinner or a concert. The Sense of Touch: An essay showing that all the senses resolve themselves ultimately into a sense of touch, and that eating is touch carried to the bitter end. So there is but one sense-touch-and the amoeba has it. When I look upon the foraminifera I look upon myself. The China Shepherdess with Lamb on public-house chimney-pieces in England as against the Virgin with Child in Italy. For a Medical pamphlet: Cant as a means of Prolonging Life. For an Art book: The Complete Pot-boiler; or what to paint and how to paint it, with illustrations reproduced from contemporary exhibitions and explanatory notes. For a Picture: St. Francis preaching to Silenus. Fra Angelico and Rubens might collaborate to produce this pic ture. The Happy Mistress. Fifteen mistresses apply for three cooks and the mistress who thought herself nobody is chosen by the beautiful and accomplished cook. The Complete Drunkard. He would not give money to sober people, he said they would only eat it and send their children to school with it. The Contented Porpoise. It knew it was to be stuffed and set up in a glass case after death, and looked forward to this as to a life of endless happiness. The Flying Balance. The ghost of an old cashier haunts a ledger, so that the books always refuse to balance by the sum of, say, £1.15.11. No matter how many accountants are called in, year after year the same error always turns up; sometimes they think they have it right and it turns out there was a mistake, so the old error reappears. At last a son and heir is born, and at some festivities the old cashier's name is mentioned with honour. This lays his ghost. Next morning the books are found correct and remain so. A Dialogue between Isaac and Ishmael on the night that Isaac came down from the mountain with his father. The rebellious Ishmael tries to stir up Isaac, and that good young man explains the righteousness of the transaction-without much effect. Bad Habits: on the dropping them gradually, as one leaves off requiring them, on the evolution principle. A Story about a Freethinking Father who has an illegitimate son which he considers the proper thing; he finds this son taking to immoral ways, e.g. he turns Christian, becomes a clergyman and insists on marrying. For a Ballad: Two sets of rooms in some alms-houses at Cobham near Gravesend have an inscription stating that they belong to "the Hundred of Hoo in the Isle of Grain." These words would make a lovely refrain for a ballad. A story about a man who suffered from atrophy of the purse, or atrophy of the opinions; but whatever the disease some plausible Latin, or imitation-Latin name must be found for it and also some cure. A Fairy Story modelled on the Ugly Duckling of Hans Andersen about a bumptious boy whom all the nice boys hated. He finds out that he was really at last caressed by the Huxleys and Tyndalls as one of themselves. A Collection of the letters of people who have committed suicide; and also of people who only threaten to do so. The first may be got abundantly from reports of coroners' inquests, the second would be harder to come by. The Structure and Comparative Anatomy of Fads, Fancies and Theories; showing, moreover, that men and women exist only as the organs and tools of the ideas that dominate them; it is the fad that is alone living. An Astronomical Speculation: Each fixed star has a separate god whose body is his own particular solar system, and these gods know each other, move about among each other as we do, laugh at each other and criticise one another's work. Write some of their discourses with and about one another. Imaginary Worlds A world exactly, to the minutest detail, a duplicate of our own, but as we shall be five hundred, or from that to twenty thousand, years hence. Let there be also another world, a duplicate of what we were five hundred to twenty thousand years ago. There should be many worlds of each kind at different dates behind us and ahead of us. I send a visitor from a world ahead of us to a world behind us, after which he comes to us, and so we learn what happened in the Homeric age. My visitor will not tell me what has happened in his own world since the time corresponding to the present moment in our world, because the knowledge of the future would be not only fatal to ourselves but would upset the similarity between the two worlds, so they would be no longer able to refer to us for information on any point of history from the moment of the introduction of the disturbing element. When they are in doubt about a point in their past history that we have not yet reached they make preparation and forecast its occurrence in our world as we foretell eclipses and transits of Venus, and all their most accomplished historians investigate it; but if the conditions for observation have been unfavourable, or if they postpone consideration of the point till the time of its happening here has gone by, then they must wait for many years till the same combination occurs in some other world. Thus they say, "The next beheading of King Charles I will be in Ald. b. x. 231 whatever the name of the star may be "on such and such a day of such and such a year, and there will not be another in the lifetime of any man now living," or there will, in such and such a star, as the case may be. -or Communication with a world twenty thousand years ahead of us might ruin the human race as effectually as if we had fallen into the sun. It would be too wide a cross. The people in my supposed world know this and if, for any reason, they want to kill a civilisation, stuff it and put it into a museum, they tell it something that is too much ahead of its other ideas, something that travels faster than thought, thus setting an avalanche of new ideas tumbling in upon it and utterly destroying everything. Sometimes they merely introduce a little poisonous microbe of thought which the cells in the world where it is introduced do not know how to deal with-some such trifle as that two and two make seven, or that you can weigh time in scales by the pound; a single such microbe of knowledge placed in the brain of a fitting subject would breed like wild fire and kill all that came in contact with it. And so on. An Idyll I knew a South Italian of the old Greek blood whose sister told him when he was a boy that he had eyes like a COW. Raging with despair and grief he haunted the fountains and looked into the mirror of their waters. "Are my eyes," he asked himself with horror, "are they really like the eyes of a cow?" "Alas!" he was compelled to answer, "they are only too sadly, sadly like them." And he asked those of his playmates whom he best knew and trusted whether it was indeed true that his eyes were like the eyes of a cow, but he got no comfort from any of them, for they one and all laughed at him and said that they were not only like, but very like. Then grief consumed his |