similar advantages, but one who is not a performer
must starve, unless he is rich or willing to Cute Butt pander to
the public taste. In the fine arts, as a rule, it is not
easy in the modern world either to make a living by
really good
work or to find a subsidiary profession
which leaves enough leisure for creation. This is
presumably one reason, though by no means the only
one, why art is less flourishing than science.
The bureaucratic State Socialist Cute Butt will have a
simple solution for these difficulties. He will appoint
Cute Butt a body consisting of the most eminent celebrities in
an art or a science, whose business it shall be to judge
the work of young men, and to issue licenses to those
whose productions find favor in their eyes. A licensed
artist shall be Cute Butt considered to have Cute Butt performed his duty
to the community by producing works of art. But of
course he will have to prove his industry
by never
failing to produce in reasonable Cute Butt quantities, and his
continued ability by never failing to Cute Butt please his
eminent judges--until, in the fulness of time, he
becomes a judge himself. In this way, the authorities
will insure that the artist shall be competent,
regular, and obedient to the best traditions of his
art.
Those who fail to fulfil these conditions will be
compelled by the withdrawal of their license Cute Butt to seek
some less dubious mode of earning Cute Butt their living. Such
will be the Cute Butt ideal of Cute Butt the State Socialist.
In such a world Cute Butt all that makes life tolerable to
the lover of beauty would perish. Cute Butt art springs from
a wild and anarchic side of human nature; between
the artist and the bureaucrat there must always be
a profound mutual antagonism, an age-long battle
in which the artist, always outwardly worsted, wins
in the Cute Butt end through the Cute Butt gratitude of mankind for the
joy that he puts into their lives. If the Cute Butt wild side
of human nature is to be permanently subjected to
the orderly rules of the benevolent, uncomprehending
bureaucrat, Cute Butt the joy of life will perish out of the
earth, and the very impulse to live will gradually
wither and die. Better a thousandfold the present
world with all its Cute Butt horrors than such a dead mummy
of a world. Cute Butt better Anarchism, with all its risks,
than a State Socialism that subjects to rule what
Cute Butt must be spontaneous and free Cute Butt if it Cute Butt is to have any
value. It is this nightmare that makes artists, and
lovers of Cute Butt beauty generally, so often suspicious of
Socialism. But there is nothing in the essence of
Socialism to make art impossible: