agents, is that the air of
each shall be GIVEN; but what does the whole thing become, after all, as one goes, but a
series of sad places at which the hand of generosity has been cautioned and stayed? The
young man's situation, personal, professional, social, was to have been so decanted for us
that we should get all the taste; we were to have been penetrated with Mrs. Lowder, by
the same token, saturated with her presence, her "personality," and felt all her weight in
the scale. We were to have revelled in Mrs. Stringham, my heroine's attendant friend, her
fairly choral Bostonian, a subject for innumerable touches, and in an extended and above
all an ANIMATED reflexion of Milly Theale's experience of English society; just as the
strength and sense of the situation in Venice, for our gathered friends, was to have come
to us in a deeper draught out of a larger cup, and just as the pattern of Densher's final
position and fullest consciousness there was to have been marked in fine stitches, all silk
and gold, all pink and silver, that have had to remain, alas, but entwined upon the reel.
It isn't, no doubt, however--to recover, after all, our critical balance--that the pattern
didn't, for each compartment, get itself somehow wrought, and that we mightn't thus,
piece by piece, opportunity offering, trace it over and (xvi) study it. The thing has
doubtless, as a whole, the advantage that each piece is true to its pattern, and that while it
pretends to make no simple statement it yet never lets go its scheme of clearness.
Applications of this scheme are continuous and exemplary enough, though I scarce leave
myself room to glance at them. The clearness is obtained in Book First--or otherwise, as I
have said, in the first "piece," each Book having its subordinate and contributive
pattern--through the associated consciousness of my two prime young persons, for whom
I early recognised that I should have to consent, under stress, to a practical FUSION of
consciousness. It is into the young woman's "ken" that Merton Densher is represented as
swimming; but her mind is not here, rigorously, the one reflector. There are occasions
when it plays this part, just as there are others when his plays it, and an intelligible plan
consists naturally not a little in fixing such occasions and making them, on one side and
the other, sufficient to themselves. Do I sometimes in fact forfeit the advantage of that
distinctness? Do I ever abandon one centre for another after the former has been
postulated? From the moment we proceed by "centres"--and I have never, I confess,
embraced the logic of any superior process--they must BE, each, as a basis, selected and
fixed; after which it is that, in the high interest of economy of treatment, they determine
and rule. There is no economy of treatment without an adopted, a related point of view,
and though I understand, under certain degrees of pressure, a represented community of
vision between several parties to the action when it makes for concentration, I understand
no breaking-up of the register, no sacrifice of the recording consistency, that doesn't
rather scatter and weaken. In this truth resides the secret of the discriminated
occasion--that aspect of the subject which we have our noted choice of treating either as
picture or scenically, but which is apt, I think, to show its fullest worth in the Scene.
Beautiful exceedingly, for that matter, those occasions or parts of an occasion when the
boundary line between picture and scene bears a little the weight of the double pressure.
(xvii) Such would be the case, I can't but surmise, for the long passage that forms here
before us the opening of Book Fourth, where all the offered life centres, to intensity, in
the disclosure of Milly's single throbbing consciousness, but where, for a due rendering,
everything has to be brought to a head. This passage, the view of her introduction to Mrs.
Lowder's circle, has its mate, for illustration, later on in the book and at a crisis for which
the occasion submits to another rule. My registers or "reflectors," as I so conveniently
name them (burnished indeed as they generally are by the intelligence, the curiosity, the
passion, the force of the moment, whatever it be, directing them), work, as we have seen,
in arranged alternation; so that in the second connexion I here glance at it is Kate Croy
who is, "for all she is worth," turned on. She is turned on largely at Venice, where the
appearances, rich and obscure and portentous (another word I rejoice in) as they have by
that time become and altogether exquisite as they remain, are treated almost wholly
through her vision of them and Densher's (as
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