_TABOO_ _A Legend Retold from the Dirghic of Sævius Nicanor, with Prolegomena, Notes, and a Preliminary Memoir_ By James Branch Cabell * * * * * _At melius fuerat non scribere, namque tacere Tutum semper erit. _ * * * * * NEW YORK ROBERT M. McBRIDE & COMPANY 1921 _This edition is limited to nine hundred and twenty numbered copies, of which one hundred copies have been signed by the author. _ _Copy Number __893__ Copyright, 1921, by JAMES BRANCH CABELL * * * * * Revised and reprinted, by permission of the Editors, from THE LITERARY REVIEW CONTENTS. THE DEDICATION MEMOIR OF SAEVIUS NICANOR PROLEGOMENA THE LEGEND: _How Horvendile Met Fate and Custom_ _How the Garbage-Man Came with Forks_ _How Thereupon Ensued a Legal Debate_ _How There Was Babbling in Philistia_ _How It Appeared to the Man in the Street_ COLOPHON A POSTSCRIPT * * * * * THE DEDICATION _Laudataque virtus crescit_ * * * * * "Buttons, a farthing a pair! Come, who could buy them of me? They're round and sound and pretty, And fit for girls of the city. " TO JOHN S. SUMNER (_Agent of the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice_) For no short while my indebtedness to you has been such as to requiresome sort of public acknowledgment, which may now, I think, betendered most appropriately by inscribing upon the dedication page ofthis small volume the name to which you are daily adding insignificance. It is a tribute, however trivial, which serves at least to express myappreciation of your zeal in re-establishing what seemed to the lessoptimistic a lost cause. I may to-day confess without muchembarrassment that after fifteen years of foiled endeavors my(various) publishers and I had virtually decided that the printing ofmy books was not likely ever to come under the head of a businessventure, but was more properly describable as a rather costly form ofdissipation. People here and there would praise, but until you, unsolicited, had volunteered to make me known to the general public, nobody seemed appreciably moved to purchase. One by one my books had "fallen dead" with disheartening monotony:then--through what motive it would savor of ingratitude toinquire, --you came to remedy all this in the manner of a philanthropicsorcerer, brandishing everywhither your vivifying wand, and the deadlived again. At once, they tell me, the patrons of bookstores began toask, not only in whispers for the _Jurgen_ which you had everywhere soglowingly advertised, but with frank curiosity for "some of thefellow's other books. " Whereon we of course began to "reprint, " with, I rejoice to say, results which have been very generally acceptable. Barring a fewcomplaints as to the exiguousness of my writing's salacity, --asalacity which even I confess you amiably exaggerated in attributingto my literary manner all qualities which the average reader mostdesires in novelists, --there has proved to be in point of fact, as mypublishers and I had dubiously believed for years, a gratifying numberof persons, living dispersedly about America, prepared to like mybooks when these books were brought to their attention. The difficultyhad been that we did not know how to reach these widely scattered, congenial readers. But you--like Sir James Barrie's hero--"found away. " I cannot say, in candor, that your method of exegetical criticism hasalways and in every respect appealed to me. Its applicability, for onething, seems so universal that it might, for aught I know, beemployed to interpret the dicta of Ackermann and Macrobius, or eventhe canons of Doctors Matthews and Sherman herein cited, and thus opendire vistas wherein critic would prey on critic, and the mostrespectable would be locked in fratricidal strife. Moreover, I haveapplied your method to many of the Mother Goose rhymes with rathercurious results. . . . But happily, I have here to confess to you, notany disputable literary standards I may harbor, but only my unarguabledebt. In brief, your aid obtained for me overnight the hearing I had vainlysought for a long while; and of such thaumaturgy my appreciation willnever be, I trust, inadequate. I therefore grasp at the first chanceto express this appreciation in--as I have said, --a form which seemsnot quite inept. _Dumbarton Grange__December, 1920. _ Of _The Mulberry Grove_ the following editions have been collated: (1) The _editio princeps_ of Mansard 1475. An excellent edition, having, says Garnier, "nearly all the authority of an MS. " Thisedition served as the basis of all subsequent editions up to that ofTribebos, 1553, which then took the lead up to the time of Bülg, whojudiciously reverted to that of Mansard. (2) Bülg, in 4 vols. Strasburg. 1786-89. And in 2 vols. Strasburg. 1786. Both editions containing the Dirghic text with a Latin version, and the scholia and indices. (3) Musgrave, concerning whose edition Garnier is of opinion that, though it appeared later, yet it had been made use of by Bülg. 2 vols. Oxon. 1800. Reprinted, 3 vols. Oxon. 1809-10. (4) Vanderhoffen, with scholia, notes, and indices. 7 vols. London. 1807-25. His notes reprinted separately. Leipsic. 1824. MEMOIR OF SÆVIUS NICANOR _Saevius Nicanor Marci libertus negabit_ "She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat; When she came back He was riding the goat. " Sævius Nicanor, one of the earliest of the Grammarians, saysSuetonius, first acquired fame and reputation by his teaching; and, besides, made commentaries, the greater part of which, however, weresaid to have been borrowed. He also wrote a satire, in which heinforms us that he was a free man, and had a double cognomen. It is reported that in consequence of some aspersion attached to thecharacter of his writing, he retired into Sardinia, and, saysOriphyles, devoted the remainder of his days to the composition ofsardonic[1] literature. [Footnote 1: Ackermann reads "Sardinian. " It is not certain whetherthe adjective employed is [Greek: sardanios] or [Greek: sardanikos]. Isuspect that Oriphyles here makes an intentional play upon the words. ] He is quoted by Macrobius, whereas divers references to Nicanor in _LaHaulte Histoire de Jurgen_ would seem to show that this writer wasviewed with considerable esteem in mediæval times. Latterly his workhas been virtually unknown. Robert Burton, for the rest, cites Sævius Nicanor in the 1620 editionof _The Anatomy of Melancholy_ (this passage was subsequentlyremodeled) in terms which have the unintended merit of conveying avery fair notion of the old Grammarian's literary ethics:-- "As a good housewife out of divers fleeces weaves one piece of cloth(saith Sævius Nicanor), I have laboriously collected this Cento out ofdivers Writers, and that _sine injuria_, I have wronged no authors, but given every man his own; which Sosimenes so much commends inNicanor, he stole not whole verses, pages, tracts, as some donowadays, concealing their Authors' names, but still said this wasCleophantus', that Philistion's, that Mnesides', so said JuliusBassus, so Timaristus, thus far Ophelion: I cite and quote mine ownAuthors (which howsoever some illiterate scribblers accountpedantical, as a cloak of ignorance and opposite to their affectedfine style, I must and will use) _sumpsi, non surripui_, and whatVarro _de re rustica_ speaks of bees, _minime malificæ quod nulliusopus vellicantes faciunt deterius_, I can say of myself no lessheartily than Sosimenes his laud of Nicanor. " PROLEGOMENA _Nec caput habentia, nec caudam_ "I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb, I put him in my pint-pot, and there I bid him drum. " Pre-eminently the most engaging feature of a topic which pure chanceand impure idiocy have of late conspired to pull about in the publicprints, --I mean the question of "indecency" in writing, --is the patentease with which this topic may be disposed of. Since time's beginning, every age has had its literary taboos, selecting certain things--moreor less arbitrarily, but usually some natural function--as the thingswhich must not be written about. To violate any such taboo so long asit stays prevalent is to be "indecent": and that seems absolutely allthere is to say concerning this topic, apart from furnishing someimpressive historical illustration. . . . The most striking instance which my far from exhaustive researchesafford, sprang from the fact, perhaps not very generally known, thatthe natural function of eating, which nowadays may be discussedintrepidly anywhere, was once regarded by the Philistines, of at allevents the Shephelah and the deme of Novogath, as beingunmentionable. This ancient tenet of theirs, indeed, is with suchclearness emphasized in a luckily preserved fragment from the Dirghic, or pre-Ciceronian Latin, of Sævius Nicanor that the readiest way toillustrate the chameleon-like traits of literary indecency appears tobe to record, as hereinafter is recorded, what of this legendsurvives. Bülg and Vanderhoffen, be it said here, are agreed that it is to thislegend Milton has referred in his _Areopagitica_, in a passagesufficiently quaint-seeming to us (for whom a more advancedcivilization has secured the right of free speech) to warrant anabridged citation:-- "What advantage is it to be a man, over it is to be a boy at school, if serious and elaborate writings, as if they were no more than thetheme of a grammar lad under his pedagogue, must not be utteredwithout the cursory eyes of a temporizing and extemporizing licenser?whenas all the writer teaches, all he delivers, is but under thetuition, under the correction of his patriarchal licenser, to blot oralter what precisely accords not with the hide-bound humor which hecalls his judgment? What is it but a servitude like that imposed bythe Philistines?" THE LEGEND _Fit ex his consuetudo, inde natura_ "I love little pussy, Her fur is so warm. " I--How Horvendile Met Fate and Custom Now, at about the time that the Tyrant Pedagogos fell into disfavorwith his people, avers old Nicanor (as the curious may verify bycomparing Lib. X, Chap. 28 of his _Mulberry Grove_), passed throughPhilistia a clerk whom some called Horvendile, travelling bycompulsion from he did not know where toward a goal which he could notdivine. So this Horvendile said, "I will make a book of thisjourneying, for it seems to me a rather queer journeying. " They answered him: "Very well, but if you have had dinner or supper bythe way, do you make no mention of it in your book. For it is a lawamong us, for the protection of our youth, that eating[2] must neverbe spoken of in any of our writing. " [Footnote 2: Such at least is the generally received rendering. Ackermann, following Bülg's probably spurious text, disputes that thisis the exact meaning of the noun. ] Horvendile considered this a curious enactment, but it seemed only oneamong the innumerable mad customs of Philistia. So he shrugged, and hemade the book of his journeying, and of the things which he had seenand heard and loved and hated and had put by in the course of hispassage among ageless and unfathomed mysteries. And in the book there was nowhere any word of eating. 2--How the Garbage Man Came with Forks Now to the book which Horvendile had made comes presently agarbage-man, newly returned from foreign travel for his health's sake, whose name was John. And this scavenger cried, "Oh, horrible! for hereis very shameless mention of a sword and a spear and a staff. " "That now is true enough, " says Horvendile, "but wherein lies theharm?" "Why, one has but to write 'a fork' here, in the place of each ofthese offensive weapons, and the reference to eating is plain. " "That also is true, but it would be your writing and not my writingwhich would refer to eating. " John said, "Abandoned one, it is the law of Philistia and the holydoctrine of St. Anthony Koprologos that if anybody chooses tounderstand any written word anywhere as meaning 'to eat, ' the wordhenceforward has that meaning. " "Then you of Philistia have very foolish laws. " To which John the Scavenger sagely replied: "Ah, but if laws existthey ought to fairly and impartially and without favoritism beenforced until amended or repealed. Much of the unsettled conditionprevailing in the country at the present time can be traced directlyto a lack of law enforcement in many directions during past years. " "Now I misdoubt if I understand you, Messire John, for yourinfinitives are split beyond comprehension. And when you talk aboutthe non-enforcement of anything in many directions, even though thesedirections were during past years, I find it so confusing that the onething of which I can be quite certain is that it was never you whomthe law selected to pass upon and to amend all books. " This Horvendile says foolishly, not knowing it is an axiom among thePhilistines that literary expression is best controlled by somebodywith no misleading tenderness toward it; and that it is this custom, as they proudly aver, which makes the literature of Philistia what itis. But John the Garbage-man said nothing at all, the while that hechanged nouns to "fork" and "dish, " and carefully annotated each verbin the book as meaning "to eat. " Thereafter he carried off the bookalong with his garbage, and with--which was the bewildering part ofit--self-evident and glowing self-esteem. And all that watched himspoke the Dirghic word of derision, which is "Tee-Hee. " 3--How Thereupon Ensued a Legal Debate Now Horvendile in his bewilderment consulted with a man of law. Andthe lawman answered a little peevishly, by reason of the fact that agehad impaired his digestive organs, and he said, "But of course you area lewd fellow if you have been suspected of writing about eating. " "Sir, " replies Horvendile, "I would have you consider that if yourparents and your grandparents had not eaten, your race would haveperished, and you would never have been born. I would have youconsider that if you and your wife had not eaten, again your racewould have perished, and neither of you would ever have lived to havethe children for whose protection, as men tell me, you of Philistiaavoid all mention of eating. " "Yes, for the object of this most righteous law, " declares the lawman, "is to protect those whose character is not so completely formed as tobe proof against the effect of meat market reports and groceryadvertisements and menu folders and other such provocatives togluttony. " "--Yet I would have you consider how little is to be gained byattempting to conceal even from the young the inevitability of thisnatural function, so long as dogs eat publicly in the streets, and thepoultry regale themselves just as candidly, and the house-flies also. Instead, the knowledge that this function is not to be talked aboutinduces furtive and misleading discussion among these children, and, though lack of proper instruction in the approved etiquette of eating, they often commit deplorable errors--" To which the man of law replied, still with a bewildering effect oftalking very wisely and patiently: "Ah, but it does not matter at allwhether or not the function of eating is practised and is inevitableto the nature and laws of our being. The law merely considers that anymention of eating is apt to inflame an improper and lewd appetite, particularly in the young, who are always ready to eat: and thereforeany such mention is an obscene libel. " 4--How There Was Babbling in Philistia Now Horvendile, yet in bewilderment, lamented, and he fled from theman of law. Thereafter, in order to learn what manner of writing wasmost honored by the Philistines, this Horvendile goes into an academywhere the faded old books of Philistia were stored, along withyesterday's other leavings. And as he perturbedly inspected these old books, one of the fiftymummies which were installed in this Academy of Starch and Fetters, with a hundred lackeys to attend them, spoke vexedly to Horvendile, saying, as it was the custom of these mummies to say, before thiscould be said to them, "I never heard of you before. " "Ah, sir, it is not that which is troubling me, " then answeredHorvendile: "but rather, I am troubled because the book of myjourneying has been suspected of encroachment upon gastronomy. Now Inotice your most sacred volume here begins with a very remarkable mythabout the fruit of a tree in the middle of a garden, and goes on tospeak of the supper which Lot shared with two angels and with hisdaughters also, and of the cakes which Tamar served to Amnon, and tospeak over and over again of eating--" "Of course, " replies the mummy, yawning, because he had heard thissilly sort of talking before. "I notice that your most honored poet, here where the dust isthickest, from the moment he began by writing about certain paintedberries which mocked the appetite of Dame Venus, and about a repastfrom which luxurious Tarquin retired like a full-fed hound or a gorgedhawk, speaks continually of eating. And I notice that everybody, butparticularly the young person, is encouraged to read these books, andother ancient books which speak very explicitly indeed of eating--" "Of course, " again replies the mummy (who had been for many years anexponent of dormitive literacy)--"of course, young persons ought toread them: for all these books are classics, and we who were moreobviously the heirs of the ages, and the inheritors of Europeanculture, used frequently to discuss these books in Paff'sbeer-cellar. " "Well, but does the indecency of this word 'eating' evaporate out ofit as the years pass, so that the word is hurtful only when veryfreshly written!" The mummy blinked so wisely that you would never have guessed that thebrains and viscera of all these mummies had been removed when theembalmers, Time and Conformity, were preparing these fifty for theAcademy of Starch and Fetters. "Young man, I doubt if the majority ofus here in the academy are deeply interested in this question ofeating, for reasons unnecessary to specify. But before estimating yourliterary pretensions, I must ask if you ever frequented Paff'sbeer-cellar?" Horvendile said, "No. " Now this mummy was an amiable and cultured old relic, unshakably madesure of his high name for scholarship by the fact that he had writtendozens of books which nobody else had even read. So he said, friendlily enough: "Then that would seem to settle your pretensions. To have talked twaddle in Paff's beer-cellar is the one real proof ofliterary merit, no matter what sort of twaddle you may have written inyour book, or in many books, as I am here in this academy to attest. Moreover, I am old enough to remember when cookery-books were soldopenly upon the newsstands, and in consequence I am very grateful tothe garbage-man, who, in common with all other intelligent persons, has never dreamed of meddling with anything I wrote. " "But, sir, " says Horvendile, "do you esteem a scavenger, who does notpretend to specialize in anything save filth, to be the best possiblejudge of books?" "He may be an excellent critic if only he indeed belongs to theforthputting Philistine stock: that proviso is most important, though, for, as I recently declared, we have very dangerous standardsdomiciled in the midst of us, that are only too quickly raised--" Says Horvendile, with a shudder: "You speak ambiguously. But still, incriticizing books--" "Plainly, young man, you do not appreciate that the essentialqualifications for a critic of Philistine literature are, " said thismummy bewilderingly, "to have set off fireworks in July, to haveplayed ball in a vacant lot, and to have repeated what Spartacus saidto the gladiators. "[3] [Footnote 3: It is a gratifying tribute to the permanence of æstheticcanons to record that Dr. Brander Matthews (connected with ColumbiaUniversity) has, in an article upon "Alien Views of AmericanLiterature, " contributed to the _New York Times_ of 14 November, 1920, accepted these three qualifications as the essential groundwork for aliterary critic even to-day; although Dr. Matthews is inclined, as aconcession to modernism, to add to the list an ability to reciteWebster's Reply to Hayne. Since Dr. Matthews frankly states that hehas been incited to this recital of a critic's needs by (in his happywording) "the alien angle" of "standards domiciled in the midst ofus, " it is sincerely to be hoped that his requirements may be metforthwith. ] "No, no, the essential thing is not quite that, " observed an attendantlackey, a really clever writer, who wrote, indeed, far moreintelligently than he thought. He was a professor of patriotism, andprior to being embalmed in the academy he had charge of thepostgraduate work in atavism and superior sneering. "No, my test isnot quite that, and if you venture to disagree with me about this oranything else you are a ruthless Hun and an impudent Jew. No, thegarbage-man may very well be an excellent judge: for by my quiteinfallible test the one thing requisite for a critic of our greatPhilistine literature is an ability to induce within himself such aninternal disturbance as resembles a profound murmur of ancestralvoices--" "But, oh, dear me!" says Horvendile, embarrassed by such talk. "--And to experience a mysterious inflowing, " continued the other, "ofnational experience--" "The function is of national experience undoubtedly, " said Horvendile, "but still--" "--Whenever he meditates, " concluded this lackey bewilderingly, "uponthe name of Bradford and six other surnames. [4] At all events, I haveturned wearily from your book, you bolshevistic German Jew--" [Footnote 4: Sævius Nicanor does not record the wonder-workingsurnames employed to produce this ancient, ante-Aristotlean [Greek:_katharsis_], and they are not certainly known. But, quite unaided, Ibelieve, by old Nicanor's hint, Dr. Stuart Pratt Sherman (theaccomplished editor of divers contributions to literature, and theauthor of several books) has discovered, through a series ofinteresting experiments in vivisection, that the one needful endowmentfor a critic of American letters is the power to induce within himself"a profound murmur of ancestral voices, and to experience a mysteriousinflowing of national experience, in meditating on the names of MarkTwain, Whitman, Thoreau, Lincoln, Emerson, Franklin, and Bradford. "Compare "Is There Anything To Be Said for Literary Tradition, " in _TheBookman_ for October, 1920. Any candid consideration of Dr. Sherman'sphraseology, here as elsewhere, cannot fail to suggest that he hashappily re-discovered the long-lost critical abracadabra ofPhilistia. ] "But I, " says Horvendile feebly, "am not a German Jew. " "Oh, yes, you are, and so is everybody else whose literary likings arenot my likings. I repeat, then, that I have turned wearily from yourbook. Whether or not it treats of eating, its implication is clearlythat the Philistia which has developed Bradford and six otherappellations perfectly adapted to produce murmurings and inflowings inproperly constituted persons, --and which Philistia, as I haveelsewhere asserted, is to-day as always a revolting country wheneverit condemns, --has had no civilised cultural atmosphere worthmentioning. So your book fails to connect itself vitally with ourgreat tradition as to our literature, and I find nowhere in your bookany ascending sun heralded by the lookouts. " "No more do I, " said Horvendile; "but I would have imagined you weremore interested in lunar phenomena, and even so--" "Moreover, " now declared another mummy (this was a Moor, calledP. E. M. , or the Peach, [5] who through some oversight had not beenembalmed, but only pickled in vinegar, to the detriment of hisdisposition), --"moreover, I am not at all in sympathy with any protestwhatever against the scavenger, for it might be taken as an excuse forwhat they are pleased to call art. " [Footnote 5: Codman annotates this: "Synonyms, since P. E. M. Isobviously _Persicum Esculentum Malum_--that is, the peach; 'which, 'says Macrobius, 'although it rather belongs to the tribe of apples, Sævius reckons as a species of nut. '"] All groaned at this abominable word. And then another lackey cried, "You are a prosperous and affected pseudo-littérateur!" and all themummies spoke sepulchrally the word of derision, which is "Tee-Hee":and many said also, "The scavenger has never meddled with us, and wenever heard of you, " and there was much other incoherent foolishness. But Horvendile had fled, bewildered by the ways of Philistia's adeptsin starch and fetters, and bewildered in particular to note that amummy, so generally esteemed a kindly and well-meaning fossil, appeared quite honestly to believe that all literature came out ofthe beer-cellar of Paff, or Pfaff, or had some similarly Teutonicsponsor; and that handball was the best training for literarycriticism; and that the cookery-books of fifty years ago had somethingto do with Horvendile's account of his journeying, from he did notknow where toward a goal which he could not divine, now being in thegarbage pile. It troubled Horvendile because so many persons seemed toregard the old fellow half seriously. 5--How It Appeared to the Man in the Street Still, Horvendile was not quite routed by these heaped follies. "For, after all, " says Horvendile, in his own folly, "it is for the normalhuman being that books are made, and not for mummies and men of lawand scavengers. " So Horvendile went through a many streets that were thronged withpersons travelling by compulsion from they did not know where toward agoal which they could not divine, and were not especially botheringabout. And it was evening, and to this side and to that side the menand women of Philistia were dining. Everywhere maids were passing hotdishes, and forks were being thrust into these dishes, and each waseating according to his ability and condition. No matter howpoverty-stricken the household, the housewife was serving her poorbest to the goodman. For with luncheon so long past, all the reallyvirile men of Philistia were famished, and stood ready to eat themoment, they had a dish uncovered. So it befell that Horvendile encountered a representative citizen, whowas coming out of a representative restaurant with a representativewife. And the sight of this representative citizen was to Horvendile a tonicjoy and a warming of the heart. For this man, and each of thethousands like him, as Horvendile reflected, had been within this hoursedately dining with his wife, --neither of them eating with the zestand vigor of their first youth, perhaps, but sharing amicably the moremoderate refreshment which middle-age requires, --without being at anyparticular pains to conceal the fact from anybody. Here was then, after all, the strong and sure salvation of Philistia, in this quiet, unassuming common-sense, which dealt with the facts of life as facts, the while that the foolish laws, and the academical and stercoricolousnonsense of Philistia, reverberated as remotely and as unheeded asharmless summer thunder. "Sir, " says elated Horvendile, "I perceive that you two have just beeneating, and that emboldens me to ask you--" But at this point Horvendile found he had been knocked down, becausethe parents of the representative citizen had taught him from hisearliest youth that any mention of eating was highly indecent in thepresence of gentlewomen. And for Horvendile, recumbent upon thepavement, it was bewildering to note the glow of honest indignation inthe face of the representative citizen, who waited there, in front ofthe restaurant he usually patronized. . . . COLOPHON Here, rather vexatiously, the old manuscript breaks off. But whatsurvives and has been cited of this fragment amply shows you, I think, that even in remote Philistia, whenever this question of "indecency"arose, everybody (including the accused) was apt to act veryfoolishly. It has attested too, I hope, the readiness with which youmay read ambiguities into the most respectable of authors; as well asthe readiness with which a fanatical training may lead you to imaginesome underlying impropriety in all writing about any natural function, even though it be a function so time-hallowed and general as that towhich this curious Dirghic legend refers. A POSTSCRIPT (_French of C. J. P. Garnier_) The swine that died in Gadara two thousand years ago Went mad in lofty places, with results that all men know-- Went mad in lofty places through long rooting in the dirt, Which (even for swine) begets at last soul-satisfying hurt. The swine in lofty places now are matter for no song By any prudent singer, but--_how long, O Lord, how long?_ _EXPLICIT_ BOOKS _by_ MR. 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