I'm reminded of a recent Facebook status a friend of mine shared about someone who was rebuked for his choice of language concerning a great moral evil, while those who rebuked him (if I remember correctly anyway) seemed much less concerned about the evil itself....the quote in the title of this post seems quite appropriate therefore.
None of these great [Victorian novelists] would have tolerated for a
moment being talked to (as the muddle-headed amateur censors talk to
artists to-day) about "wholesome" topics and suggestions "that cannot
elevate." They had to describe the great battle of good and evil and
they described both; but they accepted a working Victorian compromise
about what should happen behind the scenes and what on the stage.
Dickens did not claim the license of diction Fielding might have claimed
in repeating the senile ecstasies of Gride (let us say) over his
purchased bride: but Dickens does not leave the reader in the faintest
doubt about what sort of feelings they were; nor is there any reason why
he should. Thackeray would not have described the toilet details of the
secret balls of Lord Steyne: he left that to Lady Cardigan. But no one
who had read Thackeray's version would be surprised at Lady Cardigan's.
But though the great Victorian novelists would not have permitted the
impudence of the suggestion that every part of their problem must be
wholesome and innocent in itself, it is still tenable (I do not say it
is certain) that by yielding to the Philistines on this verbal
compromise, they have in the long run worked for impurity rather than
purity. In one point I do certainly think that Victorian Bowdlerism did
pure harm. This is the simple point that, nine times out of ten, the
coarse word is the word that condemns an evil and the refined word the
word that excuses it...The great peril of such soft mystifications is
that extreme evils (they that are abnormal even by the standard of evil)
have a very long start. Where ordinary wrong is made unintelligible,
extraordinary wrong can count on remaining more unintelligible still;
especially among those who live in such an atmosphere of long words.
-The Victorian Age in Literature (1913)
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