. On the art of the theatre . far even from my English dic-tionaries, I am obliged to write it as I can, and notas I would. July 10, 1911. Dr. Alexander Hevesi, Dramaturg-Itegisseur of the State Theatre, Budapest. ELECTRA. SOPHOCLES A vast and forbidding doorway, I often think, still remains thebest hacJcground for any tragedy—yet when I am told by thearchcBologist, who enjoys himself in the dry and dusty days whichare gone, that vastness and nobility of line are unimportant, and thata nice little wooden stage and some tasteful hangings about eightto ten feet high will serve, I am so ready to
. On the art of the theatre . far even from my English dic-tionaries, I am obliged to write it as I can, and notas I would. July 10, 1911. Dr. Alexander Hevesi, Dramaturg-Itegisseur of the State Theatre, Budapest. ELECTRA. SOPHOCLES A vast and forbidding doorway, I often think, still remains thebest hacJcground for any tragedy—yet when I am told by thearchcBologist, who enjoys himself in the dry and dusty days whichare gone, that vastness and nobility of line are unimportant, and thata nice little wooden stage and some tasteful hangings about eightto ten feet high will serve, I am so ready to agree that I sometimeswcmder whether these vast doors and open spaces, these shadows andthese bursts of light are not out of place. Of cmirse, it all depends whether you come to the theatre for dramaor literature. If you come for drama, then let the whole thing live—not alone tothe brain, but through the eye and the ear. If you come for a literary treat—best catch the first train homeand ovm up to having made a \Facepage xiv. # GOD SAVE THE KING It is meritorious to insist on forms. Religion and all elsenaturally clothes itself in forms. All substances clothe them-selves in forms; but there are suitable true forms, and thenthere are untrue unsuitable. As the briefest definition onemight say, Forms which grow round a substance, if we rightlyunderstand that, will correspond to the real Nature and purportof it, will be true, good; forms which are consciously put rounda substance, bad. I invite you to reflect on this. It distinguishestrue from false in Ceremonial Form, earnest solemnity fromempty pageant, in all human things.—Cablylb. I SPEAK here as the Artist, and though all artistslabour and most are poor, all are loyal, all arethe worshippers of Royalty. If there is a thing inthe world that I love it is a symbol. If there is a symbol of heaven that I can bendmy knee to it is the sky, if there is a symbol of God,the Sun. As for the smaller things which I cantou
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