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Title: Is Life Worth Living?

Author: William Hurrell Mallock

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IS LIFE WORTH LIVING? BY WILLIAM HURRELL MALLOCK AUTHOR OF 'THE NEW REPUBLIC' ETC.

'Man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain.'

'How dieth the wise man? As the fool.... That which befalleth the sons of men befalleth the beasts, even one thing befalleth them; as the one dieth so dieth the other, yea they have all one breath; so that man hath no preeminence above a beast; for all is vanity.'

'ταλαιπωρος εγω ανθρωπος, τις με ρυδεται εκ του σωματος του θανατου τουτου;'

NEW YORK
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
182 Fifth Avenue
1879

I INSCRIBE THIS BOOK TO JOHN RUSKIN

TO JOHN RUSKIN.

My dear Mr. Ruskin,—You have given me very great pleasure by allowing me to inscribe this book to you, and for two reasons; for I have two kinds of acknowledgment that I wish to make to you—first, that of an intellectual debtor to a public teacher; secondly, that of a private friend to the kindest of private friends. The tribute I have to offer you is, it is true, a small one; and it is possibly more blessed for me to give than it is for you to receive it. In so far, at least, as I represent any influence of yours, you may very possibly not think me a satisfactory representative. But there is one fact—and I will lay all the stress I can on it—which makes me less diffident than I might be, in offering this book either to you or to the world generally.

The import of the book is independent of the book itself, and of the author of it; nor do the arguments it contains stand or fall with my success in stating them; and these last at least I may associate with your name. They are not mine. I have not discovered or invented them. They are so obvious that any one who chooses may see them; and I have been only moved to meddle with them, because, from being so obvious, it seems that no one will so much as deign to look at them, or at any rate to put them together with any care or completeness. They might be before everybody's eyes; but instead they are under everybody's feet. My occupation has been merely to kneel in the mud, and to pick up the truths that are being trampled into it, by a headstrong and uneducated generation.

With what success I have done this, it is not for me to judge. But though I cannot be confident of the value of what I have done, I am confident enough of the value of what I have tried to do. From a literary point of view many faults may be found with me. There may be faults yet deeper, to which possibly I shall have to plead guilty. I may—I cannot tell—have unduly emphasized some points, and not put enough emphasis on others. I may be convicted—nothing is more likely—of many verbal inconsistencies. But let the arguments I have done my best to embody be taken as a whole, and they have a vitality that does not depend upon me; nor can they be proved false, because my ignorance or weakness may here or there have associated them with, or illustrated them by, a falsehood. I am not myself conscious of any such falsehoods in my book; but if such are pointed out to me, I shall do my best to correct them. If what I have done prove not worth correction, others coming after me will be preferred before me, and are sure before long to address themselves successfully to the same task in which I perhaps have failed. What indeed can we each of us look for but a large measure of failure, especially when we are moving not with the tide but against it—when the things we wrestle with are principalities and powers, and spiritual stupidity in high places—and when we are ourselves partly weakened by the very influences against which we are struggling?

But this is not all. There is in the way another difficulty. Writing as the well-wishers of truth and goodness, we find, as the world now stands, that our chief foes are they of our own household. The insolence, the ignorance, and the stupidity of the age has embodied itself, and found its mouthpiece, in men who are personally the negations of all that they represent theoretically. We have men who in private are full of the most gracious modesty, representing in their philosophies the most ludicrous arrogance; we have men who practise every virtue themselves, proclaiming the principles of every vice to others; we have men who have mastered many kinds of knowledge, acting on the world only as embodiments of the completest and most pernicious ignorance. I have had occasion to deal continually with certain of these by name. With the exception of one—who has died prematurely, whilst this book was in the press—those I have named oftenest are still living. Many of them probably are known to you personally, though none of them are so known to me; and you will appreciate the sort of difficulty I have felt, better than I can express it. I can only hope that as the falsehood of their arguments cannot blind any of us to their personal merits, so no intellectual demerits in my case will be prejudicial to the truth of my arguments.

To me the strange thing is that such arguments should have to be used all; and perhaps a thing stranger still that it should fall to me to use them—to me, an outsider in philosophy, in literature, and in theology. But the justification of my speaking is that there is any opening for me to speak; and others must be blamed, not I, if

the lyre so long divine
Degenerates into hands like mine.

At any rate, however all this may be, what I here inscribe to you, my friend and teacher, I am confident is not unworthy of you. It is not what I have done; it is what I have tried to do. As such I beg you to accept it, and to believe me still, though now so seldom near you,

Your admiring and affectionate friend,

W. H. MALLOCK.

P.S.—Much of the substance of the following book you have seen already, in two Essays of mine that were published in the 'Contemporary Review,' and in five Essays that were published in the 'Nineteenth Century.' It had at one time been my intention, by the kindness of the respective Editors, to have reprinted these Essays in their original form. But there was so much to add, to omit, to rearrange, and to join together, that I have found it necessary to rewrite nearly the whole; and thus you will find the present volume virtually new.

Torquay, May, 1879.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.
THE NEW IMPORT OF THE QUESTION.

The question may seem vague and useless; but if we consider its real meaning we shall see that it is not so 1 In the present day it has acquired a new importance 2 Its exact meaning. It does not question the fact of human happiness 3 But the nature of happiness, and the permanence of its basis 4 For what we call the higher happiness is essentially a complex thing 5 We cannot be sure that all its elements are permanent 7 Without certain of its elements it has been declared by the wisest men to be valueless 8 And it is precisely the elements in question that modern thought is eliminating 11 It is contended that they have often been eliminated before; and that yet the worth of life has not suffered 13 But this contention is entirely false. They were never before eliminated as modern thought is eliminating them now 17 The present age can find no genuine parallels in the past 19 Its position is made peculiar by three facts 19 Firstly, by the existence of Christianity 19 Secondly, the insignificance to which science has reduced the earth 23 Thirdly, the intense self-consciousness that has been developed in the modern world 25 It is often said that a parallel to our present case is to be found in Buddhism 27 But this is absolutely false. Buddhist positivism is the exact reverse of Western positivism 29 In short, the life-problem of our day is distinctly a new and an as yet unanswered one 31

CHAPTER II.
MORALITY AND THE PRIZE OF LIFE.

The worth the positive school claim for life, is essentially a moral worth 33 As its most celebrated exponents explicitly tell us 34 This means that life contains some special prize, to which morality is the only road 34 And the value of life depends on the value of this prize 35 J. S. Mill, G. Eliot, and Professor Huxley admit that this is a correct way of stating the case 36 But all this language as it stands at present is too vague to be of any use to us 38 The prize in question is to be won in this life, if anywhere; and must therefore be more or less describable 39 What then is it? 40 Unless it is describable it cannot be a moral end at all 41 As a consideration of the raison d'être of all moral systems will show us 42 The value of the prize must be verifiable by positive methods 43 And be verifiably greater, beyond all comparison, than that of all other prizes 44 Has such a prize any real existence? This is our question 44 It has never yet been answered properly 45 And though two sets of answers have been given it, neither of them are satisfactory 45 I shall deal with these two questions in order 47

CHAPTER III.
SOCIOLOGY AS THE FOUNDATION OF MORALITY.

The positive theory is that the health of the social organism is the real foundation of morals 49 But social health is nothing but the personal health of all the members of the society 51 It is not happiness itself, but the negative conditions that make happiness for all 51 Still less is social health any high kind of happiness 54 It can only be maintained to be so, by supposing 55 Either, that all kinds of happiness are equally high that do
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