ABSTRACT
It is true also that the word is futile if it is not the plenitude of a thought which itself is rich in experience; but in its turn the fact is futile which is not organized by thought, the thought of which the word is the flowering and the inevitable form. In other words, the educational significance of the 'humanities' more than ever demands recognition. After all, when we encounter a great modern orator, who is almost an anachronism, we ought to hear him with close attention and great respect. The question is to determine where eloquence begins, where lyricism ends. Whether we like it or not, the two styles arc related. But they put eloquence and instinctive expression into the same bag, and it is this bag that they throw into the water. Here it is not eloquence, an artificial lyricism, it is lyricism itself.
