Gelett Burgess

Gelett Burgess

Summary

Portrait of Gelett Burgess Gelett Burgess Are You a Bromide?

We end by being bored at their attitudes and poses.
The Sulphite has the true Gothic spirit; the Bromide, the impulse of the classic. One wonders, relishing the impossible, manifesting himself in characteristic, spontaneous ways; the other delights in rule and rhythm, in ordered sequences, in authority and precedent, following the law. One carves the gargoyle and ogrillion, working in paths untrod, the other limits himself to harmonic ratios, balanced compositions, and to predestined fenestration. One has a grim, naif, virile humor, the other a dead, even beauty. One is hot, the other cold.
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Portrait of Gelett Burgess Gelett Burgess Are You a Bromide?

They come inevitably as the alarm clock; when the hands of circumstance touch the hour, the bromidic remark will surely go off.
But, lest one make too much of this particular symptom, let us consider a few other tendencies. The Bromide has no surprises for you. When you see one enter a room, you must reconcile yourself to the inevitable. No hope for flashes of original thought, no illuminating, newer point of view, no sulphitic flashes of fancy—the steady glow of bromidic conversation and action is all one can hope for. He may be wise and good, he may be loved and respected—but he lives inland
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Portrait of Gelett Burgess Gelett Burgess Are You a Bromide?

As if he were a Martian newly come to earth, he sees things separated from their environment, tradition, precedent—the dowager without her money, the politician without his power, the sage without his poverty; he sees men and women for himself. He prefers his own observation to any _a priori_ theories of society. He knows how to work, but he knows, too (what the Bromide does never) , how to play, and he plays with men and women for the joy of life, and his own particular game.
Source: Gutenberg

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