Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-17
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wise are capable of delving beneaxE
the mere surface appearances to get
at the pith and heart OF things
Mrs. P.--Sometimes, Polydore deaEa
you make use of figures of speech
that satisfy the ear, indeed. and bring
some sort of imagery TO the eye, too
ut leave the mind wholly unsatisi7ed.
Now, what for instance do YOU
mean by love wearing q mask, and
wise men getting at the pfth and heart
OF things2 I don't wish to appear
hyper-critica1; but metaphors like
these do seem to belong to the gilt
tering generality" class I think YOUR
favorite, Hamlet, would be tempeteA
to say Words, words, wordsi"
Poly-sYour criticisms are never url-t
welcome, dearest. | know they ara
sincere and intended for my Improve
nent and not to humiliate me. Would
that all critics were SO justi But now
&c the matter:
The BOY Cupid and His Mothess
Lovers, poets, novelists and plays
wrights all see love in the same ways
they see it either in the guise OF the
hoy Cupid or of his mother, Venus
They see 1t as a gay, happy. careless
ouoyant, amiable sprite. They see ~
as voluptuous, sense-ensnaringA
honor and-duty forgetting. beautifug
goddess. But, whichever way they
COX at 1t, they see only the mask.
The philosopher. however, tears
away this mask and sees--what2 A
mighty elemental force, upbuiIdinm
the world and keeping it In CONSTANT
repair. A force that might not In
I pity be termed the geN eralissimo of
the entire host OF other forces. paa-
sions and instincts rampant In ri1a
universe, enlisting them all in it's serv-
~a.-s l.
| this establishment of the WORLD
which would otherwise soon be bar
rem, iifeiess ball, mere huge ciod, .
universal graveyard.
Mrs. P.-What an awful picture OF
desolation
Poly-To prevent which, this naaal
terful, elemental force exerts a soresl
of hypnotic influence, making us Iosa,l
| sight OF self-interest For, to para
phrase what Hamlet says, "WhmI
would these fardels bear, TO grunt an6l
sweat under a weary load" of father
hood and motherhood unless an illu-iI
sion was conjured up to make us OBJ
iivious OF any ouch considerationafi
And to this illusion mankind basil
given the name of Love. And that Isl
why. in all ages and all chimes, Lowell
is THE old, old tale that is ever new. y
Why DisiIlusion Ourselvesy
Mrs. p.-But why disillusion our4,
selves? Ever assuming your theory
to be true. why tear away the beaut1a
ful mask and disclose the unromantic.,
prosaic workings of this elemental
force2
Poly--Ts a painting less admirabfa
because we know what Ingredients
the paints are compounded OF? No.
dearest, our love ut least for each
other, am sure, will not abate a.
single jot even though we do. so 10
speak. look behind the veil of Isis
Believe rne, this is not one OF the In
stances in which Ignorance il bliss
where tits folly to be wise"
For. no matter how profoundly wei
/ enetrate the mystery upon which thos
romance and ideality OF love are
based, the Mount of Venus will not
cease to retain its premiership in the
palm.
The end of a stick put in water ape
pears bent. Does the knowledge tha21
it is straight, or our understanding OF
the laws of refraction dispel the D.
llsiOn?