speech is the chief revelation of the mind, the first visible form that it takes. as the thought, so the speech. to better one's life in the way of simplicity, one must set a watch on his lips and his pen. let the word be as genuine as the thought, as artless, as valid: think justly, speak frankly.
all social relations have their roots in mutual trust, and this trust is maintained by each man's sincerity. once sincerity diminishes, confidence is weakened, society suffers, apprehension is born. this is true in the province of both natural and spiritual interests. with people whom we distrust, it is as difficult to do business as to search for scientific truth, arrive at religious harmony, or attain to justice. when one must first question words and intentions, and start from the premise that everything said and written is meant to offer us illusion in place of truth, life becomes strangely [40]complicated. this is the case to-day. there is so much craft, so much diplomacy, so much subtle legerdemain, that we all have no end of trouble to inform ourselves on the simplest subject and the one that most concerns us. probably what i have just said would suffice to show my thought, and each one's experience might bring to its support an ample commentary with illustrations. but i am none the less moved to insist on this point, and to strengthen my position with examples.
formerly the means of communication between men were considerably restricted. it was natural to suppose that in perfecting and multiplying avenues of information, a better understanding would be brought about. nations would learn to love each other as they became acquainted; citizens of one country would feel themselves bound in closer brotherhood as more light was thrown on what concerned their common life. when printing was invented, the cry arose: fiat lux! and with better cause when the habit of reading and the taste for newspapers increased. why should not men have reasoned thus:—"two lights illumine better than one, and many better than two: the more periodicals and books there are, the better we shall know [41]what happens, and those who wish to write history after us will be right fortunate; their hands will be full of documents"? nothing could have seemed more evident. alas! this reasoning was based upon the nature and capacity of the instruments, without taking into account the human element, always the most important factor. and what has really come about is this: that cavilers, calumniators, and crooks—all gentlemen glib of tongue, who know better than any one else how to turn voice and pen to account—have taken the utmost advantage of these extended means for circulating thought, with the result that the men of our times have the greatest difficulty in the world to know the truth about their own age and their own affairs. for every newspaper that fosters good feeling and good understanding between nations, by trying to rightly inform its neighbors and to study them without reservations, how many spread defamation and distrust! what unnatural and dangerous currents of opinion set in motion! what false alarms and malicious interpretations of words and facts! and in domestic affairs we are not much better informed than in foreign. as to commercial, industrial, and agricultural interests, political parties and social tendencies, or the personality of [42]public men, it is alike difficult to obtain a disinterested opinion. the more newspapers one reads, the less clearly he sees in these matters. there are days when after having read them all, and admitting that he takes them at their word, the reader finds himself obliged to draw this conclusion:—unquestionably nothing but corruption can be found any longer—no men of integrity except a few journalists. but the last part of the conclusion falls in its turn. it appears that the chroniclers devour each other. the reader has under his eyes a spectacle somewhat like the cartoon entitled, "the combat of the serpents." after having gorged themselves with everything around them, the reptiles fall upon each other, and there remain upon the field of battle two tails.
and not the common people alone feel this embarrassment, but the cultivated also—almost everybody shares it. in politics, finance, business—even in science, art, literature and religion, there is everywhere disguise, trickery, wire-pulling; one truth for the public, another for the initiated. the result is that everybody is deceived. it is vain to be behind the scenes on one stage; a man cannot be there on them all, and the very people who deceive others with the most ability, are in turn deceived when [43]they need to count upon the sincerity of their neighbors.
the result of such practices is the degradation of human speech. it is degraded first in the eyes of those who manipulate it as a base instrument. no word is respected by sophists, casuists, and quibblers, men who are moved only by a rage for gaining their point, or who assume that their interests are alone worth considering. their penalty is to be forced to judge others by the rule they follow themselves: say what profits and not what is true. they can no longer take any one seriously—a sad state of mind for those who write or teach! how lightly must one hold his readers and hearers to approach them in such an attitude! to him who has preserved enough honesty, nothing is more repugnant than the careless irony of an acrobat of the tongue or pen, who tries to dupe honest and ingenuous men. on one side openness, sincerity, the desire to be enlightened; on the other, chicanery making game of the public! but he knows not, the liar, how far he is misleading himself. the capital on which he lives is confidence, and nothing equals the confidence of the people, unless it be their distrust when once they find themselves [44]betrayed. they may follow for a time the exploiters of their artlessness, but then their friendly humor turns to hate. doors which stood wide open offer an impassable front of wood, and ears once attentive are deaf. and the pity is that they have closed not to the evil alone, but to the good. this is the crime of those who distort and degrade speech: they shake confidence generally. we consider as a calamity the debasement of the currency, the lowering of interest, the abolition of credit:—there is a misfortune greater than these: the loss of confidence, of that moral credit which honest people give one another, and which makes speech circulate like an authentic currency. away with counterfeiters, speculators, rotten financiers, for they bring under suspicion even the coin of the realm. away with the makers of counterfeit speech, for because of them there is no longer confidence in anyone or anything, and what they say and write is not worth a continental.
you see how urgent it is that each should guard his lips, chasten his pen, and aspire to simplicity of speech. no more perversion of sense, circumlocution, reticence, tergiversation! these things serve only to complicate and bewilder. be men; speak the speech [45]of honor. an hour of plain-dealing does more for the salvation of the world than years of duplicity.
a word now about a national bias, to those who have a veneration for diction and style. assuredly there can be no quarrel with the taste for grace and elegance of speech. i am of opinion that one cannot say too well what he has to say. but it does not follow that the things best said and best written are most studied. words should serve the fact, and not substitute themselves for it and make it forgotten in its embellishment. the greatest things are those which gain the most by being said most simply, since thus they show themselves for what they are: you do not throw over them the veil, however transparent, of beautiful discourse, nor that shadow so fatal to truth, called the writer's vanity. nothing so strong, nothing so persuasive, as simplicity! there are sacred emotions, cruel griefs, splendid heroisms, passionate enthusiasms that a look, a movement, a cry interprets better than beautifully rounded periods. the most precious possessions of the heart of humanity manifest themselves most simply. to be convincing, a thing must be true, and certain truths are more evident when they [46]come in the speech of ingenuousness, even weakness, than when they fall from lips too well trained, or are proclaimed with trumpets. and these rules are good for each of us in his every-day life. no one can imagine what profit would accrue to his moral life from the constant observation of this principle: be sincere, moderate, simple in the expression of your feelings and opinions, in private and public alike; never pass beyond bounds, give out faithfully what is within you, and above all, watch!—that is the main thing.
for the danger in fine words is that they live from a life of their own. they are servants of distinction, that have kept their titles but no longer perform their functions—of which royal courts offer us example. you speak well, write well, and all is said. how many people content themselves with speaking, and believe that it exempts them from acting! and those who listen are content with having heard them. so it sometimes happens that a life may in the end be made up of a few well-turned speeches, a few fine books, and a few great plays. as for practicing what is so magisterially set forth, that is the last thing thought of. and if we pass from the world of talent to spheres which the [47]mediocre exploit, there, in a pell-mell of confusion, we see those who think that we are in the world to talk and hear others talk—the great and hopeless rout of babblers, of everything that prates, bawls, and perorates and, after all, finds that there isn't talking enough. they all forget that those who make the least noise do the most work. an engine that expends all its steam in whistling, has nothing left with which to turn wheels. then let us cultivate silence. all that we can save in noise we gain in power.
these reflections lead us to consider a similar subject, also very worthy of attention: i mean what has been called "the vice of the superlative." if we study the inhabitants of a country, we notice differences of temperament, of which the language shows signs. here the people are calm and phlegmatic; their speech is jejune, lacks color. elsewhere temperaments are more evenly balanced; one finds precision, the word exactly fitted to the thing. but farther on—effect of the sun, the air, the wine perhaps—hot blood courses in the veins, tempers are excitable, language is extravagant, and the simplest things are said in the strongest terms.
[48]if the type of speech varies with climate, it differs also with epochs. compare the language, written or spoken, of our own times with that of certain other periods of our history. under the old régime, people spoke differently than at the time of the revolution, and we have not the same language as the men of 1830, 1848, or the second empire. in general, language is now characterized by greater simplicity: we no longer wear perukes, we no longer write in lace frills: but there is one significant difference between us and almost all of our ancestors—and it is the source of our exaggerations—our nervousness. upon over-excited nervous systems—and heaven knows that to have nerves is no longer an aristocratic privilege!—words do not produce the same impression as under normal conditions. and quite as truly, simple language does not suffice the man of over-wrought sensibilities when he tries to express what he feels. in private life, in public, in books, on the stage, calm and temperate speech has given place to excess. the means that novelists and playwrights employ to galvanize the public mind and compel its attention, are to be found again, in their rudiments, in our most commonplace conversations, in our letter-writing, and above all in public [49]speaking. our performances in language compared to those of a man well-balanced and serene, are what our hand-writing is compared to that of our fathers. the fault is laid to steel pens. if only the truth were acknowledged!—geese, then, could save us! but the evil goes deeper; it is in ourselves. we write like men possessed: the pen of our ancestors was more restful, more sure. here we face one of the results of our modern life, so complicated and so terribly exhaustive of energy. it leaves us impatient, breathless, in perpetual trepidation. our hand-writing, like our speech, suffers thereby and betrays us. let us go back from the effect to the cause, and understand well the warning it brings us!
what good can come from this habit of exaggerated speech? false interpreters of our own impressions, we can not but warp the minds of our fellow-men as well as our own. between people who exaggerate, good understanding ceases. ruffled tempers, violent and useless disputes, hasty judgments devoid of all moderation, the utmost extravagance in education and social life—these things are the result of intemperance of speech.
may[50] i be permitted, in this appeal for simplicity of speech, to frame a wish whose fulfilment would have the happiest results? i ask for simplicity in literature, not only as one of the best remedies for the dejection of our souls—blasés, jaded, weary of eccentricities—but also as a pledge and source of social union. i ask also for simplicity in art. our art and our literature are reserved for the privileged few of education and fortune. but do not misunderstand me. i do not ask poets, novelists, and painters to descend from the heights and walk along the mountain-sides, finding their satisfaction in mediocrity; but, on the contrary, to mount higher. the truly popular is not that which appeals to a certain class of society ordinarily called the common people; the truly popular is what is common to all classes and unites them. the sources of inspiration from which perfect art springs are in the depths of the human heart, in the eternal realities of life before which all men are equal. and the sources of a popular language must be found in the small number of simple and vigorous forms which express elementary sensations, and draw the master lines of human destiny. in them are truth, [51]power, grandeur, immortality. is there not enough in such an ideal to kindle the enthusiasm of youth, which, sensible that the sacred flame of the beautiful is burning within, feels pity, and to the disdainful adage, odi profanum vulgus, prefers this more humane saying, misereor super turbam. as for me, i have no artistic authority, but from out the multitude where i live, i have the right to raise my cry to those who have been given talents, and say to them: labor for men whom the world forgets, make yourselves intelligible to the humble, so shall you accomplish a work of emancipation and peace; so shall you open again the springs whence those masters drew, whose works have defied the ages because they knew how to clothe genius in simplicity.
