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a selection from the PREFACE: THIS book was planned many years ago. As to the idea running through it I cannot say when that arose. My feeling is it was born with me. On reflection indeed it seems possible the seeds fell imperceptibly in youth--from F. A. Lange maybe and other sources--to germinate unseen in a congenial soil. However that may be the idea underlies much that I have written. Even the present book began to be written and to be published in a preliminary form more than fifteen years ago. Perhaps I may be allowed to seek consolation for my slowness however vainly in the saying of Rodin that slowness is beauty and certainly it is the slowest dances that have been to me most beautiful to see while in the dance of life the achievement of a civilisation in beauty seems to be inversely to the rapidity of its pace. Moreover the book remains incomplete not merely in the sense that I would desire still to be changing and adding to each chapter but even incomplete by the absence of many chapters for which I had gathered material and twenty years ago should have been surprised to find missing. For there are many arts not among those we conventionally call fine which seem to me fundamental for living. But now I put forth the book as it stands deliberately without remorse well content so to do. Once that would not have been possible. A book must be completed as it had been originally planned finished rounded polished. As a man grows older his ideals change. Thoroughness is often an admirable ideal. But it is an ideal to be adopted with discrimination having due reference to the nature of the work in hand. An artist it seems to me now has not always to finish his work in every detail; by not doing so he may succeed in making the spectator his co-worker and put into his hands the tool to carry on the work which as it lies before him beneath its veil of yet partly unworked material still stretches into infinity. Where there is mos