The Art of Aubrey Beardsley
The Art of Aubrey Beardsley
By Arthur Symons
13 Jan, 2020
Brief Extract: Pierrot is one of the types we live, or of the moment, perhaps, out of which we are just passing. Pierrot is passionate, but he does not believe in great passions. He feels himself to be sickening with a fever, or else perilously conva
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Brief Extract: Pierrot is one of the types we live, or of the moment, perhaps, out of which we are just passing. Pierrot is passionate, but he does not believe in great passions. He feels himself to be sickening with a fever, or else perilously convalescent; for love is a disease, which he is too weak to resist or endure. He has worn his heart on his sleeve so long, that it has hardened in the cold air. He knows that his face is powdered, and, if he sobs, it is without tears; and it is hard to distinguish, under the chalk, if the grimace which twists his mouth awry is more laughter or mockery. He knows that he is condemned to be always in public, that emotion would be supremely out of keeping with his costume, that he must remember to be fantastic if he would not be merely ridiculous. And so he becomes exquisitely false, dreading above all things that "one touch of nature" which would ruffle his disguise, and leave him defenceless. Less