Dale Nelson Wrote:
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> "The White People" is in that book The House of
> Souls, so you haven't far to look, Sawfish.
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> Hmm -- the passage you describe as "very wordy"
> doesn't hit me that way.
OK. Maybe we are not talking about te same passage. For clarity, here's the part that seems more than a bit much...
Quote:Machen
"You have known me, Haberden, for many years as a scientific man; you and I have often talked of our profession together, and discussed the hopeless gulf that opens before the feet of those who think to attain to truth by any means whatsoever, except the beaten way of experiment and observation, in the sphere of material things. I remember the scorn with which you have spoken to me of men of science who have dabbled a little in the unseen, and have timidly hinted that perhaps the senses are not, after all, the eternal, impenetrable bounds of all knowledge, the everlasting walls beyond which no human being has ever passed. We have laughed together heartily, and I think justly, at the "occult" follies of the day, disguised under various names,—the mesmerisms, spiritualisms, materializations, theosophies, all the rabble rant of imposture, with their machinery of poor tricks and feeble conjuring, the true back-parlor magic of shabby London streets. Yet, in spite of what I have said, I must confess to you that I am no materialist, taking the word of course in its usual signification. It is now many years since I have convinced myself, convinced myself a sceptic remember, that the old iron-bound theory is utterly and entirely false. Perhaps this confession will not wound you so sharply as it would have done twenty years ago; for I think you cannot have failed to notice that for some time hypotheses have been advanced by men of pure science which are nothing less than transcendental, and I suspect that most modern chemists and biologists of repute would not hesitate to subscribe the dictum of the old Schoolman, Omnia exeunt in mysterium, which means, I take it, that every branch of human knowledge if traced up to its source and final principles vanishes into mystery. I need not trouble you now with a detailed account of the painful steps which led me to my conclusions; a few simple experiments suggested a doubt as to my then standpoint, and a train of thought that rose from circumstances comparatively trifling brought me far. My old conception of the universe has been swept away, and I stand in a world that seems as strange and awful to me as the endless waves of the ocean seen for the first time, shining, from a Peak in Darien. Now I know that the walls of sense that seemed so impenetrable, that seemed to loom up above the heavens and to be founded below the depths, and to shut us in forevermore, are no such everlasting impassable barriers as we fancied, but thinnest and most airy veils that melt away before the seeker, and dissolve as the early mist of the morning about the brooks. I know that you never adopted the extreme materialistic position: you did not go about trying to prove a universal negative, for your logical sense withheld you from that crowning absurdity; yet I am sure that you will find all that I am saying strange and repellent to your habits of thought. Yet, Haberden, what I tell you is the truth, nay, to adopt our common language, the sole and scientific truth, verified by experience; and the universe is verily more splendid and more awful than we used to dream. The whole universe, my friend, is a tremendous sacrament; a mystic, ineffable force and energy, veiled by an outward form of matter; and man, and the sun and the other stars, and the flower of the grass, and the crystal in the test-tube, are each and every one as spiritual, as material, and subject to an inner working.
"You will perhaps wonder, Haberden, whence all this tends; but I think a little thought will make it clear. You will understand that from such a standpoint the whole view of things is changed, and what we thought incredible and absurd may be possible enough. In short, we must look at legend and belief with other eyes, and be prepared to accept tales that had become mere fables. Indeed, this is no such great demand. After all, modern science will concede as much, in a hypocritical manner. You must not, it is true, believe in witchcraft, but you may credit hypnotism; ghosts are out of date, but there is a good deal to be said for the theory of telepathy. Give a superstition a Greek name, and believe in it, should almost be a proverb.
I think that *some* of this would be fine, but...
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> Yes, Machen certainly thought that materialism did
> not give an adequate account of all things; and he
> certainly did feel at odds with much in the
> culture of his time. He can express that
> pungently and effectively at times, and at other
> times indulges in a kind of self-pity and
> ego-compensation that is probably the least
> attractive quality of some of his writing (I see
> it in The Secret Glory). He can evoke a sense
> that there is more above, and below, us than we
> commonly suppose or than our present social
> arrangements allow for. In such works of his as
> were marked by "Decadence," I think a lot of his
> purpose is an aggressive stance over against
> reductive materialism.
Good term! "...an aggressive stance over against reductive materialism."
This nails it, and I would like to add that the characters whom he uses to represent contemporaneous materialism were themselves very militant in their assertions about the certainty of rational explanations.
You see this all the time in popular film, and perhaps is popular literature of the time. A well-educated member of the gentry, who wakes up in the middle of the night, looks out the window and sees a headless, shimmering body walk thru the garden, goes back to bed attributing it to overwork, "nerves", or indigestion.
These are themselves laughably irrational explanations--simple catch-all talismans against the inexplicable, in terms of the present state of knowledge. It is as if they had not yet realized that in knowing *something* rationally, they did not know it *all*.
They were not yet smart enough to realize the limits of their knowledge... :^)
--Sawfish
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