To suggest in a literary journal that (say) Jack Hobbs at the Oval has given as great pleasure to humanity, both qualitative and quantitative, as Velasquez at the Prado, approaches aesthetic heresy; and also opens up an interminable argument. Without entering upon the argument—which may be found in embryo in Professor Charles Richet's The Impotence of Man—I do venture to affirm that undue importance is attached by that section of the public which might be described as the cultured to the work of their kind. Particularly is this so in the sphere of literature. Those very people who wonder and scoff at the misdirected enthusiasm of the ball fan are themselves as prone to misdirected enthusiasm in the matter of the cult of letters.
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