Aesthetics

Wilbur Marshall Urban’s Review[1]   Perhaps the most melancholy phase of the storm and stress through which the English-speaking peoples have been passing is the Nietzsche horror which seems to have taken possession of them body and soul. It was not so long ago that Mr. Gilbert Chesterton, with that finality which so easily besets him, told us that the ‘superman’ makes any discussion absurd into which he enters, and most of us were well pleased with this sign of robust English sense. We were told that art is the last refuge of the overman and, never having taken art Lire la suite