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Showing posts with label Leacock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leacock. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 November 2024

They just take the money



Big businesses hit by NI raid should ‘suck it up’, Treasury minister suggests

The Chief Secretary to the Treasury has suggested big businesses hit by the National Insurance (NI) raid should “suck it up”.

Darren Jones, Rachel Reeves’s deputy, said “bigger businesses are more able to burden some of the contributions we need to make to the state”.



Unlike ours, English politics, — one hears it on every hand, — are pure. Ours unfortunately are known to be not so. The difference seems to be that our politicians will do anything for money and the English politicians won’t; they just take the money and won’t do a thing for it.

Stephen Leacock – My Discovery of England (1922)

Tuesday, 24 September 2024

Plus ça change…



There is a handsome legislative chamber attached to the premises from which — so the antiquarians tell us — the House of Commons took its name. But it is not usual now for the members to sit in the legislative chamber as the legislation is now all done outside, either at the home of Mr. Lloyd George, or at the National Liberal Club, or at one or other of the newspaper offices. The House, however, is called together at very frequent intervals to give it an opportunity of hearing the latest legislation and allowing the members to indulge in cheers, sighs, groans, votes and other expressions of vitality.

Stephen Leacock - My Discovery of England (1922)

Saturday, 1 October 2022

On Growing Asparagus



It appears that the right time to begin gardening is last year. For many things it is well to begin the year before last. For good results one must begin even sooner. Here, for example, are the directions, as I interpret them, for growing asparagus.

Having secured a suitable piece of ground, preferably a deep friable loam rich in nitrogen, go out three years ago and plough or dig deeply. Remain a year inactive, thinking. Two years ago pulverize the soil thoroughly. Wait a year. As soon as last year comes set out the young shoots. Then spend a quiet winter doing nothing. The asparagus will then be ready to work at this year.

Stephen Leacock - Frenzied Fiction (1918)

Friday, 22 July 2022

How to be shown things



I realized that there were certain sections of my education that had been neglected. How to be shown things and make appropriate comments seems to be an art in itself. I don’t possess it.

Stephen Leacock - Sorrows of a Summer Guest (1925)


I don't possess it either.

We bought the dining table and chairs separately but we think they go so well together. Well I've just about managed to squeeze my knees under the table.

We saw it in a little shop by the quay and just had to buy it because we knew exactly where we wished to hang it. It makes a statement don't you think? Unfortunately it does.

In the end we went for the two litre rather than mess around with anything smaller. It has a bit more poke when you need it. Just like your previous car.

Wednesday, 26 January 2022

Cheap and Easy



He gives a shilling to a starving man, not that the man may be fed but that he himself may be a shilling-giver. He cultivates sympathy with the destitute for the sake of being sympathetic. The whole of his virtue and his creed of conduct runs to a cheap and easy egomania in which his blind passion for himself causes him to use external people and things as mere reactions upon his own personality. The immoral little toad swells itself to the bursting point in its desire to be a moral ox.

Stephen Leacock - The Devil and the Deep Sea (1916)

There is a modern version of a cheap and easy egomania, we call virtue signalling. Cheap and easy seems to express the ease with which such ideas spread like a pandemic through supposedly educated populations.

Ideas cheap enough to represent at most a negligible personal loss. Easy enough to dispense with brain work in favour of a small number of easily remembered mantras. Plus, weirdest of all, a cheap and easy ability to defend forever those cheap and easy ideas.

Slogans, simple doctrines, finger-pointing, popular memes, mantras, sentimental clichés, placards, car stickers, silly T-shirts, art, popular sneers and feeding off it all like pigs at a trough, cheap a cheap and easy political class, cheap and easy media and cheap and easy celebrities. Cheap and easy comedy, cheap and easy documentaries, cheap and easy music blundering its way out of the supermarket sound system.

It seems to be entirely possible that we are where we are politically and socially because of cheap and easy ideas spread by immensely complex and marvellously clever technology which has become too cheap and easy for our own good.

Tuesday, 20 April 2021

The things he couldn’t alter

 



Pepperleigh always read the foreign news — the news of things that he couldn’t alter — as a form of wild and stimulating torment.

Stephen Leacock - Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town (1912)

How the blue blazes does a chap keep up with the news these days? The mainstream stuff appears to be aimed at lunatics and village idiots but I’m sure there are not enough of those to make up a good sized media audience. The whole thing is something of a mystery.

In my case skimming the news at top speed while metaphorically holding my nose is mainly about finding silliness for blog posts. Yet I’m as sure as I can be that the entire mainstream audience isn’t doing the same. Or is it?

Maybe it is all about entertaining nonsense because the genuinely serious aspects of daily life have largely evaporated. We have clues that it may be so because of the absurd exaggerations we constantly see in climate change, energy politics, sustainability, racism, gender politics and now the coronavirus debacle.

Things we cannot alter. Things they cannot alter. So we entertain ourselves with nonsense where we pretend things can be altered. Or fake scares. Or tits and bums. Maybe that’s all it is. 

Tuesday, 1 October 2019

A cheap and easy egomania




He gives a shilling to a starving man, not that the man may be fed but that he himself may be a shilling-giver. He cultivates sympathy with the destitute for the sake of being sympathetic. The whole of his virtue and his creed of conduct runs to a cheap and easy egomania in which his blind passion for himself causes him to use external people and things as mere reactions upon his own personality. The immoral little toad swells itself to the bursting point in its desire to be a moral ox.

Stephen Leacock - Essays and Literary Studies (1916)

To my mind this quote encapsulates the modern political scene – a cheap and easy egomania all done with the money of other people. If Brexit hasn’t hammered home this message then we are lost.

Let's see - who is the immoral little toad ?

Thursday, 7 March 2019

A very sacred thing






 For to a girl brought up in the principles of the High Church the truth is a very sacred thing. She keeps it to herself.

Stephen Leacock - Arcadian Adventures with the Idle Rich (1914)

Monday, 21 January 2019

Originality



Their talk had drifted back to their early days and how each had made his start in life when he first struck New York. “I tell you what, Jones,” one of them was saying, “I shall never forget my first few years in this town. By George, it was pretty uphill work! Do you know, sir, when I first struck this place, I hadn’t more than fifteen cents to my name, hadn’t a rag except what I stood up in, and all the place I had to sleep in — you won’t believe it, but it’s a gospel fact just the same — was an empty tar barrel.”

“My dear Robinson,” the other man rejoined briskly, “if you imagine I’ve had no experience of hardship of that sort, you never made a bigger mistake in your life. Why, when I first walked into this town I hadn’t a cent, sir, not a cent, and as for lodging, all the place I had for months and months was an old piano box up a lane, behind a factory. Talk about hardship, I guess I had it pretty rough! You take a fellow that’s used to a good warm tar barrel and put him into a piano box for a night or two, and you’ll see mighty soon—”

Stephen Leacock - Literary Lapses (1910)

Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Politics – it’s just too easy


Many of my friends are under the impression that I write these humorous nothings in idle moments when the wearied brain is unable to perform the serious labours of the economist. My own experience is exactly the other way.

The writing of solid, instructive stuff fortified by facts and figures is easy enough. There is no trouble in writing a scientific treatise on the folk-lore of Central China, or a statistical enquiry into the declining population of Prince Edward Island. But to write something out of one’s own mind, worth reading for its own sake, is an arduous contrivance only to be achieved in fortunate moments, few and far between.

Personally, I would sooner have written “Alice in Wonderland” than the whole Encyclopaedia Britannica.

Stephen Leacock. McGill University, June, 1912.

Stephen Leacock wrote this in his preface to Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town, his comic novel which became very popular a century ago. Although we still recognise the labour and intelligence required to write solid, instructive stuff fortified by facts and figures Leacock’s quote encapsulates something we recognise less readily. 

We recognise the value of creativity and its relative scarcity, but are less inclined to recognise the wider value of creativity beyond the arts. The creativity of scientific and technical discovery or analysis, the creativity of scholarly research which breaks new ground, the creativity of building new insights into old problems, creativity which applies in almost any field. Creativity may be nothing more than the creation of a new phrase which is apt that it immediately spins off into general circulation. Yes, creativity can be found anywhere –

anywhere but politics.

Political discourse is almost never creative because political narratives are essentially clichés strung together to make a narrative which above all things must be familiar. Turgid clichés are the lazy heart of political discourse. A major consequence is that political narratives are too easy.

Anyone can talk politics and whip up a political argument from stale ingredients because we have no use for political creativity. What would it look like without the clichés? Rational discourse, analysis and investigation? No, because that wouldn’t be politics although behind the political facade it just might even if the scheming usually seems banal when exposed.

We know all this because of the people foisted on us as political leaders. We look at them and we look at them again and we listen to them and try to find some faint hint of creative political discourse, something new, some fresh analysis of old problems, something creative, something to break the mould. But no - we get clichés and we get more clichés and if we question the clichés we get even more clichés and if we question those...

This seems to be a key driver constantly nudging political life in a totalitarian direction. The essential aspect of totalitarian ideas is that they are clichés. They offer the easy direction to steer a lazy mind. The woodentop direction where creativity is a disadvantage because it exposes the clichés as empty clichés and nothing more.

This is why the EU lumbers towards ultimate failure. Its driving ethos is too simple, too beholden to old clichés lacking even the slightest hint of political creativity. This is why Theresa May struggles politically, why a Corbyn-led Labour government would fail.

Yet easy often won’t do and we have to tackle difficult. Or rather we ought to tackle it but don’t. The political approach is to leave difficult to others and so we are embraced by bureaucracy because bureaucracies are prepared to tackle difficult issues by laboriously folding them into existing processes. Why? Because they grow fat on them and in growing fat they steadily throttle the life out of democracy, freedom and creativity.

Sunday, 18 November 2018

Is it worth it?


                                                 
Every man has somewhere in the back of his head the wreck of a thing which he calls his education.

Stephen Leacock - Literary Lapses (1910)