the critic as artist-第15章

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ERNEST。　　You　have　told　me　many　strange　things　to…night；　Gilbert。　You　have　told　me　that　it　is　more　difficult　to　talk　about　a　thing　than　to　do　it；　and　that　to　do　nothing　at　all　is　the　most　difficult　thing　in　the　world；　you　have　told　me　that　all　Art　is　immoral；　and　all　thought　dangerous；　that　criticism　is　more　creative　than　creation；　and　that　the　highest　criticism　is　that　which　reveals　in　the　work　of　Art　what　the　artist　had　not　put　there；　that　it　is　exactly　because　a　man　cannot　do　a　thing　that　he　is　the　proper　judge　of　it；　and　that　the　true　critic　is　unfair；　insincere；　and　not　rational。　　My　friend；　you　are　a　dreamer。

GILBERT。　　Yes：　　I　am　a　dreamer。　　For　a　dreamer　is　one　who　can　only　find　his　way　by　moonlight；　and　his　punishment　is　that　he　sees　the　dawn　before　the　rest　of　the　world。

ERNEST。　　His　punishment？

GILBERT。　　And　his　reward。　　But；　see；　it　is　dawn　already。　　Draw　back　the　curtains　and　open　the　windows　wide。　　How　cool　the　morning　air　is！　　Piccadilly　lies　at　our　feet　like　a　long　riband　of　silver。　　A　faint　purple　mist　hangs　over　the　Park；　and　the　shadows　of　the　white　houses　are　purple。　　It　is　too　late　to　sleep。　　Let　us　go　down　to　Covent　Garden　and　look　at　the　roses。　　Come！　　I　am　tired　of　thought。