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in the doing of it； and only this so long as it is a passive act。 if synge had married young or taken some profession； i doubt if he would have written books or been greatly interested in a movement like ours； but he refused various opportunities of making money in what must have been an almost unconscious preparation。 he had no life outside his imagination； little interest in anything that was not its chosen subject。 he hardly seemed aware of the existence of other writers。 i never knew if he cared for work of mine； and do not remember that i had from him even a conventional pliment； and yet he had the most perfect modesty and simplicity in daily intercourse； self？assertion was impossible to him。 on the other hand； he was useless amidst sudden events。 he was much shaken by the playboy riot； on the first night confused and excited； knowing not what to do； and ill before many days； but it made no difference in his work。 he neither exaggerated out of defiance nor softened out of timidity。 he wrote on as if nothing had happened； altering the tinkers wedding to a more unpopular form； but writing a beautiful serene deirdre； with； for the first time since his riders to the sea； no touch of sarcasm or defiance。 misfortune shook his physical nature while it left his intellect and his moral nature untroubled。 the external self； the mask； the persona was a shadow； character was all。
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Synge And The Ireland Of His TimeXII
he was a drifting silent man full of hidden passion； and loved wild islands； because there； set out in the light of day； he saw what lay hidden in himself。 there is passage after passage in which he dwells upon some moment of excitement。 he describes the shipping of pigs at kilronan on the north island for the english market： when the steamer was getting near； the whole drove was moved down upon the slip and the curraghs were carried out close to the sea。 then each beast was caught in its turn and thrown on its side； while its legs were hitched together in a single knot； with a tag of rope remaining； by which it could be carried。
probably the pain inflicted was not great； yet the animals shut their eyes and shrieked with almost human intonations； till the suggestion of the noise became so intense that the men and women who were merely looking on grew wild with excitement； and the pigs waiting their turn foamed at the mouth and tore each other with their teeth。
after a while there was a pause。 the whole slip was covered with amass of sobbing animals； with here and there a terrified woman crouching among the bodies and patting some special favourite； to keep it quiet while the curraghs were being launched。 then the screaming began again while the pigs were carried out and laid in their places； with a waistcoat tied round their feet to keep them from damaging the canvas。 they seemed to know where they were going； and looked up at me over the gunnel with an ignoble desperation that made me shudder to think that i had eaten this whimpering flesh。 when the last curragh went out； i was left on the slip with a band of women and children； and one old boar who sat looking out over the sea。
the women were over？excited； and when i tried to talk to them they crowded round me and began jeering and shrieking at me because i am not married。 a dozen screamed at a time； and so rapidly that i could not understand all they were saying； yet i was able to make out that they were taking advantage of the absence of their husbands to give me the full volume of their contempt。 some little boys who were listening threw themselves down； writhing with laughter among the sea？weed； and the young girls grew red and embarrassed and stared down in the surf。 the book is full of such scenes。 now it is a crowd going by train to the parnell celebration； now it is a woman cursing her son who made himself a spy for the police； now it is an old woman keening at a funeral。 kindred to his delight in the harsh grey stones； in the hardship of the life there； in the wind and in the mist； there is always delight in every moment of excitement； whether it is but the hysterical excitement of the women over the pigs； or some primary passion。 once indeed； the hidden passion instead of finding expression by its choice among the passions of others； shows itself in the most direct way of all； that of dream。 last night； he writes； at innismaan； after walking in a dream among buildings with strangely intense light on them； i heard a faint rhythm of music beginning far away on some stringed instrument。
it came closer to me； gradually increasing in quickness and volume with an irresistibly definite progression。
when it was quite near the sound began to move in my nerves and blood； to urge me to dance with them。
i knew that if i yielded i would be carried away into some moment of terrible agony； so i struggled to remain quiet； holding my knees together with my hands。
the music increased continually； sounding like the strings of harps tuned to a forgotten scale； and having a resonance as searching as the strings of the cello。
then the luring excitement became more powerful than my will； and my limbs moved in spite of me。
in a moment i was swept away in a whirlwind of notes。 my breath and my thoughts and every impulse of my body became a form of the dance； till i could not distinguish between the instrument or the rhythm and my own person or consciousness。 for a while it seemed an excitement that was filled with joy； then it grew into an ecstasy where all existence was lost in the vortex of movement。 i could not think that there had been a life beyond the whirling of the dance。
then with a shock； the ecstasy turned to agony and rage。 i struggled to free myself but seemed only to increase the passion of the steps i moved to。 when i shrieked i could only echo the notes of the rhythm。 at last； with a movement of uncontrollable frenzy i broke back to consciousness and awoke。
i dragged myself trembling to the window of the cottage and looked out。 the moon was glittering across the bay and there was no sound anywhere on the island。
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Synge And The Ireland Of His TimeXIII
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in all drama which would give direct expression to reverie； to the speech of the soul with itself； there is some device that checks the rapidity of dialogue。 when oedipus speaks out of the most vehement passions； he is conscious of the presence of the chorus； men before whom he must keep up appearances children latest born of cadmus line who do not share his passion。 nobody is hurried or breathless。 we listen to reports and discuss them； taking part as it were in a council of state。 nothing happens before our eyes。 the dignity of greek drama； and in a lesser degree of that of corneille and racine depends； as contrasted with the troubled life of shakespearean drama； on an almost even speed of dialogue； and on a so continuous exclusion of the animation of mon life； that thought remains lofty and language rich。 shakespeare； upon whose stage everything may happen； even the blinding of gloster； and who has no formal check except what is implied in the slow； elaborate structure of blank verse； obtains time for reverie by an often encumbering euphuism； and by such a loosening of his plot as will give his characters the leisure to look at life from without。 maeterlinck； to name the first modern of the old way who es to mind？？reaches the same end； by choosing instead of human beings persons who are as faint as a breath upon a looking？glass； symbols who can speak a language slow and heavy with dreams because their own life is but a dream。 modern drama； on the other hand； which accepts the tightness of the classic plot； while expressing life directly； has been driven to make indirect its expression of the mind； which it leaves to be inferred from some mon？place sentence or gesture as we infer it in ordinary life； and this is； i believe； the cause of the perpetual disappointment of the hope imagined this hundred years that france or spain or germany or scandinavia will at last produce the master we await。
the divisions in the arts are almost all in the first instance technical； and the great schools of drama have been divided from one another by the fo