Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-11-23

half insane, chronic inyalids, psyche
paths cherishing Sullen or maniacal
hatred against the social order :.
the people of the abyss, loafers, wastrels,
criminals, brilliant men with a fatal
moral or mental twist, really In
sane"
Revolutionaries he regards as doctors
regard lepeTs, even more drastically He
would not segTegate them; he would kill
them like mad dogs"
He denounced President Wilson more
heartily than even the latter's Repub-
lican enemies, on the ground that to
talk of making the world safe for de-
mocracy was like talking of making it
safe for the very plague of sentimentality
and sloppy weakness that is fastening
on mankind like a cancer.
When he is told that the voice of the
people is the voice of God he retorts
Rubbish; it is the old divine rights of
kings standing on its head-the silliest
of all fetishes seriously worshiped
among US"
Advocates Radiance of Bomb ThrOwers.
His ideal state is one in which all
those who are now preserved by the
state. but would perish if left unsup-
ported, would be mercifully finished off
In lethal chambers instead of being left
to throw bombs, preach and practice
bolsheVism and linger on In hospitals,
work houses and on the dole. He counts
1t against medicine that 1t now keeps
alive persons whom nature with per-
maps greater wisdom" might have pre-
ferred to kill
And in case this outlook may astonish
those who regard Christianity as the
religion OF pity, we may explain that
the dean regards Christianity based
upon pity as mawkish travesty He
planes Jean jacques Rousseau for the
propagation of that ideal, and curses
him accordingly.
In his opinion there is no sanction.
human or divine, for the existence still
less Tor the preservation at the expense
OF higher types, of those hordes of hu-
man beings whom Nietzsche classed
under the laconic term "botched."
The "botched" are the submen and
subwomen of Inge's nightmare. They
color all his dreams, inspire all his fore
bodings, dominate all his basic ideas
provide the Aunt Sally for his invective
democracy is the cult of the subman
ana the Subman is the dark and evil
creature, spawn of the devil, who
catches man by the heel as he climbs
toward the stars and drags him dowii
10 the bestlal abyss, to destruction and
the END OF the human story on earth.
He himself comes from the best ele-
ment OF the middle class. He is proud
OF 1t. He has even used his family tree
IN an essay on eugenicS as an example
OF one OF the elect stocks that ought to
be encouraged. Society, he says, Is like
q tankard Of beer-the scum at the ton
the dregs at the bottom and the good
liquor in between.
Is Both Witty and Relentless.
He is very witty, resourceful, relent-
less. His enemies find it hard to strike
through chinks In his armor. He al
ways has an answer ready. Accuse him
OF peSSimism and he quotes Havelock
Ellis saying that when heaven wants
70 ruin man 1t makes him an optimist
And Inge adds that an optinist Is a
1oollsh fellow who would buy from a
Jew and sell to Scot and expect to
make profit
He said that some of the labor leaders
are mere drunken blackguards. When
1t was pointed out to him that the most
extreme group, the Clydesiders, are
fanatical drys, he said he apologized,
but II these ''rowdies" really were dry,
there went the only possible excuse for
their bad manners.
He will have the last bite. II an at
tack upon himself ruffieS him he will
! refer to 1t bitingly as "insolence" He
himself Is always insolent, but he can't
| see why he should not be privileged,
because, after all, he generalizes and
seldom names a name or launches a
personal assault (That would not be
gentlemanly)
Thus, when Rebecca West wrote him
an open letter that ought really to have
been printed on asbestos, and it ap-
peared In the widely circulated Ex-
press, one OF the Beayerbrook group
! and companion of the Evening
Standard, in which the dean is a
weekly feature. he was hurt and wrote
to the editor deploring that the paper
had lent its pages to such an attack
| upon him.
He doesn't get on with his bishop,
the veteran Wilmington Ingram Bishop
| OF London, mainly because the bishop
is in the forefront of the Anglo
Catholic movement for a reconciliation
with Rome. Lately he had the nerve
to suggest publicly that the old bishop
| should hand London over to a younger
bishop and retire to browse his remain
| ing years away in Gloucester, where the
country is so charming
! The bishop might have wanted to hit
! him over the Uranium with a midiron,
but all he could do was mutter: What
! impudence!'
Another bishop wrote to the Arch
| bishop of Canterbury complaining that
| he was in trouble with his working
class folk because Inge had attacked the
action of the government in enabling
working -claSs children to compete with
the children of the professional classes
| for scholarships at universities. The
workers wanted to know If this repre-
sented the mind of the Church of Eng
land, because If it did -
Archbishop POurs on the Oil.
The venerable archbishop threw oil
on the troubled waters in his character
| istie way, making it clear that Inge was
| speaking for himself and that the
church took an entirely opposite view.
1t is possible that the dean would
not be quite the hornet he is if he were
not q fellow sufferer with Hamlet,
who, you will remember, was confined
| to unpack his heart with words" He
has no outlet in action. AS dean of the
cathedral he reignS but does not rule
| The four canons control administration.
| Inge has compared them to cats wait
! ing to pOunce upon him, the mouse, if
he dares poke his nose out of his hole.
Bernard Shaw, who goes SO far as to
stte that the dean trans6gures the
| otherwise somewhat deplcrable aspect
of the Church of England, explains
all his class conscious and anti-labor
angles by the fact that even such an
| intellect as the deans has not been
| able to Withstand the insidiouS forma-
| tive influences of class schools devised
to turn out type useful to the state.
But there may be much In the fact
that nature has denied Dean Inge a
sense of music. He cannot sing
God Save the King and the old
hunting ballad, John Peel" are the
only two songs he knows, and the
| pealing Of the organ and the soaring