Volume Ii Part 41 (1/2)
”No, the world--the world we live in.”
”I don't fancy, you know,” said Michael, ”that the intellectual part of Oxford is directly applicable to the world at all. What I mean to say is, that I think it can only be applied to the world through our behavior.”
”Well, of course,” said Alan, ”that's a truism.”
Michael was rather disconcerted. The thought in his mind had seemed more worthy of expression.
”But the point is,” Alan went on, ”whether our philosophic education, our mental training has any effect on our behavior. It seems to me that Oxford is just as typically Oxford whatever a man reads.”
”That wasn't the case at school,” said Michael. ”I'm positive for instance the Modern side was definitely inferior to the Cla.s.sical side--in manners and everything else. And though at Oxford other circ.u.mstances interfere to make the contrast less violent, it doesn't seem to me one gains the quintessence of the university unless one reads Greats. Even History only supplies that in the case of men exceptionally sensitive to the spirit of place. I mean to say sensitive in such a way that Oxford, quite apart from dons and undergraduates, can herself educate. I'm tremendously anxious now that Oxford should become more democratic, but I'm equally anxious that, in proportion as she offers more willingly the shelter of her learning to the people, the learning she bestows shall be more than ever rigidly unpractical, as they say.”
”So you really think philosophy is directly applicable?” said Alan.
”How Socratic you are,” Michael laughed. ”Perhaps the Rhodes Scholars will answer your question. I remember reading somewhere lately that it was confidently antic.i.p.ated the advent of the Rhodes Scholars would transform a provincial university into an imperial one. That may have been written by a Cambridge man bitterly aware of his own provincial university. Yet a moment's reflection should have taught him that provincialism in academic matters is possibly an advantage. Florence and Athens were provincial. Rome and London and Oxford are metropolitan--much more dangerously exposed to the metropolitan snares of superficiality and of submerged personality with the corollary of vulgar display.
Neither Rome nor London nor Oxford has produced her own poets. They have always been sung by the envious but happy provincials. Rome and London would have treated Sh.e.l.ley just as Oxford did. Cambridge would have disapproved of him, but a bourgeois dread of interference would have let him alone. As for an imperial university, the idea is ghastly. I figure something like the Imperial Inst.i.tute filled with Colonials eating pemmican. The Eucalyptic Vision, it might be called.”
”And you'd make a distinction between imperial and metropolitan?” Alan asked.
”Good gracious, yes. Wouldn't you distinguish between New York and London? Imperialism is the worst qualities of the provinces gathered up and exhibited to the world in the worst way. A metropolis takes provincialism and skims the cream. It is a disintegrating, but for itself a civilizing, force. A metropolis doesn't encourage creative art by metropolitans. It ought to be engaged all the time in trying to make the provincials appreciate what they themselves are doing.”
”I think you're probably talking a good deal of rot,” said Alan severely. ”And we seem to have gone a long way from my question.”
”About the application of philosophy?”
Alan nodded.
”Dear man, as were I a Cantabrian provincial, I should say. Dear man!
Doesn't it make you s.h.i.+ver? It's like the 'Pleased to meet you,' of Americans and Tootingians. It's so terribly and intrusively personal. So informative and unrestrained, so gus.h.i.+ng and----”
”I wish you'd answer my question,” Alan grumbled, ”and call me what you like without talking about it.”
”Now I've forgotten my answer,” said Michael. ”And it was a wonderful answer. Oh, I remember now. Of course, your philosophy is applicable to the world. You coming from a metropolitan university will try to infect the world with your syllogisms. You will meet Cambridge men much better educated than yourself, but all of them incompetent to appreciate their own education. You will gently banter them, trying to allay their provincial suspicion of your easy manner. You will----”
”_You_ will simply not be serious,” said Alan. ”And so I shall go to bed.”
”My dear chap, I'm only talking like this because if I were serious, I couldn't bear to think that to-night is almost the end of our fourth year. It is, in fact, the end of 99 St. Giles.”
”Well, it isn't as if we were never going to see each other again,” said Alan awkwardly.
”But it is,” said Michael. ”Don't you realize, even with all your researches into philosophy, that after to-night we shall only see each other in dreams? After to-night we shall never again have identical interests and obligations.”
”Well, anyway, I'm going to bed,” said Alan, and with a good-night very typical in its curtness of many earlier ones uttered in similar accents, he went upstairs.
Michael, when he found himself alone, thought it wiser to follow him. It was melancholy to watch the moon above the empty thoroughfare, and to hear the bells echoing through the s.p.a.ces of the city.
CHAPTER XVI
THE LAST WEEK