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I need not go on. Yes, old age prefigures the entry into
Purgatory. The light goes out in rending pain.
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Johnson: I will not deny it, but there was in me too little con-
sideration for those whose minds were insufficiently equipped
for intellectual disputeor whose fund of knowledge was
unequal to the complexities of the question. Too often I
brought my opponents down in wretched confusionand
sometimes it was said that I talked only for victory.
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Johnson: Yet you did not destroy yourself. The origin of evil
has been debated through the centuries by eminent divines
and philosophers of genius; but the question is unanswerable
unless we ascribe it to Almighty Goda conclusion from
which we rightly shrink. The soul rejects it with violence.
In youth our minds are not sufficiently informed by knowledge,
experience and reflection to locate and fix the modifying and
mitigating factors in trains of thought that plunge us into the
dark whirlpools of despair. A l l we can do is to resist the
impulses that set up conflict between our logical thoughts and
our deepest instincts. These, our deepest instincts ( I hold) are
in correspondence with the truths of the Christian Faith. We
do not know that God is a God of love until He is externally
revealed to us. Human reason alone, no matter how pro-
found or piercing, cannot comprehend this truth; but when
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Chesterton: You are right, and I shall not pursue these un-
profitable speculations. There are more pressing questions.
I find that I have a vivid though not uniform recollection
of much of my previous life. Matters which seemed to be
important then are fading: I mean social and political
questions that engrossed too much of one's attention. On the
other hand, trivial thoughts, half-involuntary acts loom large
and painfully.
Johnson: Without memory you would not be the same person.
Without memory you would not know why you were here.
With indiscriminate memory the pattern of your previous
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life would merely be extended into this one. You are steadily
losing inessentials while things you had almost forgotten press
upon you sharply.
Chesterton: Yet, this is not entirely a place of gloom.
Johnson: By no means. There is much good company to enjoy.
Poets abound. Many have been here for several centuries.
Kit Marlowe thinks he will outlast Milton. Poor Swift begins
to smilethough grimly. Shakespeare was gone long before
I arrived. It is said that he re-discovered the Pilgrim's Way
through the Forest of Arden. Keats, that extraordinary young
man, was no more than a brief visitor. His feet barely touched
the ground. [After a brief pause, with sudden vigour] Many
of your works. Sir, are to be found hereand I suspect that
many are here because of your works. You have a rare gift
for sporting in the depths.
Chesterton: I believe that truth is to be sought earnestly but
not solemnly. When we find it, or rather, when it is revealed
to us, we are released and invigorated. The Gloria is an out-
burst of high spirits. The Credo is our proclaimed response
to tidings of great joy. On receiving a great gift, laughter
and singing are natural to the human heart.
Johnson: Would you not agree that we are distinguished from
one another by differing temperaments? For my own part,
I receive gifts more soberly though, I trust, not less grate-
fully.
Chesterton: You mentioned Keats, a magnificent poet of mar-
vellous maturitya young man who saw beauty and truth
as indivisible. He speaks to all ages. But I would like to know
what you think of another poetof my own ageEliot, whose
work you must be well acquainted with, since you quoted
several lines from one of his later poems.
Johnson: His matter is poetry but his manner, his style, his
versification, is often too loose, too lacking in regularity to
be called poetry. He broods his way into patterns of language
approaching poetic form, but to my ear these patterns are
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Chesterton: I didn't care for his early work which I read when
it was published. His satire had too little direction. But the
later poems, communicated to us here in the poet's lifetime,
have a different tonepenetrating and utterly original. I hope
there will be more.
Johnson: His early work was like a desertto use his own
words"Thoroughly small and dry." He made things grow
out of dust and ashes. His poetry is in some sense the opposite
of yours, in spite of a similarity in uUimate theme. In satire
I consider you to be his superiorand in verification you
are much closer to my century. Your verse-forms are regular
and compulsiveadmirable except in your most ambitious
poem, "The White Horse." Allow me the luxury of being
critical. I intend no discourtesy. The ballad is a crude form,
suitable to the infancy of a literature. It is true that your
theme came out of a primitive state of life, but the soul of
a nation was your chief concern. I had rather, Sir, that you
had couched your story in heroic couplets which would have
sustained the gallop of horses and the clash of spears without
damaging the larger structure of the struggle for the sur-
vival of Christendom in a time of mortal peril. Nevertheless,
your poem is a thing of splendour. It triumphs over the con-
straints of the form you chose for it. Also extraordinary is
your "Lepanto." The insistent beat calls up a vision of an
advancing and irresistible army, confident of victory. Of such
tumultuous rhetoric one does not ask, "Is it poetry?" but only
"does it succeed?" Kit Marlowe might look upon it with envy.
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Johnson: So! The analyst probes the soul which is troubled and
guihy. This I understandbut what is the cure?
Chesterton: There are several views on thisbut the prevailing
view is that since a sense of guilt is the cause of suppression,
the removal of suppression releases the patient from a sense
of guilt.
Johnson: But that is false thinking, for guilt relates to the act,
not to the covering up of the act.
Chesterton: Precisely. In effect you have confession without
absolution, i '
Johnson: Or diagnosis without cure: or is there subsequent
treatment?
Chesterton: The aim of the Freudian analyst is to achieve trans-
ference. His role is to receive the whole weight of the sin
or crime or evil experience, and so relieve his patient of the
entire burden.
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Johnson: Blessed are the poor! But I cannot imagine the rich
entering into such a relationship. Is the curewhen it takes
placepermanent?
Chesterton: Who can tell! Another aim of the analyst is to per-
suade the patient to come to terms with his moral sickness,
to accept himselfmind, body and soulfor what he is. I f
the thing is obsessional or compulsive, the cure lies in yielding
to it. I f you fight it, the resulting tensions issue in nervous
collapse and mental disorder. Get rid of your sense of guilt,
for it can do you nothing but harm. You are not responsible
for the twist in your nature.
Johnson: And is this convenient solution also widely accepted?
Chesterton: Certainly it is fashionable. Many rich people retain
an analyst just as in former times it was common for a
wealthy man to retain a spiritual adviser.
Johnson: You spoke of a man called Freud. I have not met him,
for I understand that he is confined to an area reserved for
men of especially distinguished minds uncontaminated by
common sensemen who spend their time in furthering their
own ingenious philosophies by mutual examination and debate
to the point of reductio ad absurdum. They are thus cured
and become fit and free to mix with less gifted folk. But one
more thing about this singular doctrine. Is it not opposed
with vigour by men who hold that conscience must not be
violatedthat it is better to perish than to do evil and not
feel guilty?
Chesterton: Yes, Sir. There are many who reject this doctrine
as I have done, and with more vigour than I can command.
My friend, Hilaire Belloc has denounced it in the strongest
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Chesterton: And also for me. I was deaf to its charms, but my
ears will be unstopped.
Johnson: We shall study it together. I shall play the trumpet.
Chesterton [slyly]: And I , the bagpipes.
Johnson: In heaven all things are possible. Together we shall
draw iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Butwhat is this!
Has my time come? [His feet are off the ground and he
floats with a kind of massive grace up and away, lifting and
waving his right arm in a gesture of farewell]. Good-bye,
Gilbert! We shall mount up with wings as eagles.
Chesterton: Farewell, Sam. [He, too, waves to the receding figure
and then turns away, murmuring] The levity of the leaf is
more than the gravity of the grave. The resurrection of the
body bears witness to the salvation of the soul.
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