gone into the professional stock-pot! And the next news is that these cooks, of whom Chaucer wrote prophetically
Thise cookes, how they stampe, and streyne, and grynde,
And turnen substaunce into accident!
have formed themselves into professional Associations to protect 'the study of the subject of English Literature' and bark off any intruder who would teach in another way than theirs.
VII
But I say to you that Literature is not, and should not be, the preserve of any priesthood. To write English, so as to make Literature, may be hard. But English Literature is not a mystery, not a Professors' Kitchen.
And the trouble lies, not in the harm professionising does to schoolmasters and schoolmistresses, but in the harm it does 'in widest commonalty spread' among men and women who, as Literature was written for them, addressed to them, ought to find in it, all their lives through, a retirement from mean occupations, a well of refreshment, sustainment in the daily drudgery of life, solace in calamity, an inmate by the hearth, ever sociable, never intrusive—to be sought and found, to be found and dropped at will:
Men, when their affairs require,
Must themselves at whiles retire;
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk—
to be dropped at will and left without any answering growl of moroseness; to be consulted again at will and found friendly.
For this is the trouble of professionising Literature. We exile it from the business of life, in which it would ever be at our shoulder, to befriend us. Listen, for example, to an extract from a letter written, a couple of weeks ago, by somebody in the Charity Commission:
Sir,
With reference to previous correspondence in this matter, I
am to say that in all the circumstances of this case the
Commissioners are of the opinion that it would be desirable
that a public enquiry in connection with the Charity should
be held in the locality.