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All morality is a generalization, and all
generalizations are tedious. Why should I plague myself with what is
tedious? Altogether the question that confronts me is not whether
morality is worth talking about, but whether it's worth laughing at.
Sometimes I think it is. It reminds me of those old pantomime jokes
that make one quite sad, at first, with their heart-breaking vulgarity;
those jokes, you know, that have to be well rubbed in before we begin
to see how really funny they are. And, by Jove, they do rub this one
in, don't they? You must talk to Don Francesco about these things. You
will find him sound, though he does not push his conclusions as far as
I do--not in public, at least. Or to Count Caloveglia. He is a
remarkable Latin, that old man. Why don't you drive up one day and have
a look at his Locri Faun? Street, the South Kensington man, thinks very
highly of it."
"I would like to listen to you just now. I am listening, and thinking.
Please go on. I'll preach you my sermon some other day.


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