This and That and the Other — A Reader’s Guide
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Never was such an exasperating fellow; never was there a time when he ran riot as he does now! On which account many are bewildered and many sad, they know not why, and many who know their time are soured, but a few (and I hope they may be an increasing few) are neither bewildered nor saddened nor soured by this spectacle, but claim to be made merry--and are.
There are many fixed human types, and every one of them has a name. There is the Priest, there is the Merchant, there is the Noble--and there is the Pedant. Each of these types are known by a distinctive name, and to most men they call up a clear image, but because they are types of mankind they are a little too complicated for definition. Nevertheless I will have a try at the Pedant.
The essence of the Pedant is twofold, first that he takes his particular science for something universal, second, that he holds with the Grip of Faith certain set phrases in that science which he has been taught. I say "with the Grip of Faith"; it is the only metaphor applicable; he has for these phrases a violent affection. Not only does he not question them, but he does not know that they can be questioned. When he repeats them it is in a fixed and hierarchic voice. When they are denied he does not answer, but flies into a passion which, were he destined to an accession of power, might in the near future turn to persecution.
Alas! that the noblest thing in man should be perverted to such a use; for Faith when it is exercised upon those unprovable things which are in tune with things provable, illuminates and throws into a right perspective everything we know. But the Faith of the Pedant!...
The Pedant crept in upon the eclipse of our religion; his reign is therefore brief. Perhaps he is also but a reflection of that vast addition to material knowledge which glorified the last century. Perhaps it is the hurry, and the rapidity of our declining time, which makes it necessary for us to accept ready-made phrases and to act on rules of thumb good or bad. Perhaps it is the whirlpool and turmoil of classes which has pitchforked into the power of the Pedant whole groups of men who used to escape him. Perhaps it is the Devil. Whatever it is it is there.
You see it more in England than in any other European country. It runs all through the fibre of our modern literature and our modern comment, like the strings of a cancer. Come, let us have a few examples.
There is "the Anglo-Saxon race." It does not exist. It is not there. It is no more there than Baal or Moloch or the Philosopher's Stone, or the Universal Mercury. There never was any such race. There were once hundreds and hundreds of years ago a certain number of people (how many we do not know) talking a local German dialect in what is now Hampshire and Berkshire. To this dialect historians have been pleased to give the name of Anglo-Saxon, and that is all it means. If you pin your Pedant down to clear expression, saying to him, "Come, now, fellow, out with it! What is this Anglo-Saxon race of yours?" you find that he means a part (and a part only) of such people in the world as habitually speak the English language, or one of its dialects: that part only which in a muddy way he sympathises with; that part which is more or less of his religion, and more or less conformable to his own despicable self. It does not include the Irish, it does not include the negroes of the United States, but it does include a horde of German Jews, and a mixed rabble of every origin under the sun sweating in the slums of the New World.
Why then you may ask, and you may well ask, does the man use the phrase "Anglo-Saxon" at all?
The preface to This and That and the Other is itself a performance: Belloc professes bewilderment at how to introduce a book that mixes “historical reconstructions, abstract vagaries, stories, jests, the impression of a storm, and annoyance with a dead scientist.” He compares his task to delivering a cartload of coals, second-hand books, a warrant, weather forecasts, and dust—then wryly notes that the reader is not obliged to accept the load. The preface ends with a mock-serious recommendation of specific pages, a postscript admitting he has never read a preface, and a hope that the reader will not read this one either.
This self-aware, playful tone sets the expectation for the essays that follow. The opening piece, “An Open Letter to a Young Diplomatist,” continues the conversational address, while later sections shift to historical reconstruction (the River Adur) and literary parody (“Some Letters of Shakespeare’s Time”). The reader should expect abrupt changes in mood and subject, guided by Belloc’s distinctive voice rather than by any overarching argument.
The Preface as a Key to the Collection
Belloc’s preface is the most direct statement of the book’s method. He acknowledges the difficulty of unifying such diverse material and offers a mock-apology for “writing of so many things, and in very many different moods, and in so many different ways.” The preface also contains a list of recommended starting points: the essay on page forty-five, the history on page one hundred and forty-three, the denunciation on page one hundred and three, and the “sort of thing which Shakespeare suffered” on page one hundred and eighty-six. This list is not a reading order but a clue to the variety of modes—essay, history, polemic, literary parody—that the reader will encounter. The postscript’s confession that Belloc has never read a preface and expects the reader to skip this one reinforces the ironic, self-deprecating stance that recurs throughout the volume.
The River Adur: A Microcosm of Belloc’s Historical Method
In the essay on the River Adur, Belloc traces the stream’s transformations from Roman canalisation to Norman use, medieval fruitfulness, abandonment after the Middle Ages, and a late revival through railways and roads. He describes how the river was “half abandoned,” its course “checked by dense bush and reed,” and how it later powered hammer ponds for ironworking. The narrative is dense with specific detail: the wharf built by Knight Templars, the use of oaks for charcoal, the smithying of “guns also, and bells and railings for London.” Belloc’s personal involvement appears when he describes building a dam “with puddled clay behind oak boards and with huge oak uprights,” linking his own labour to the long chain of human effort. The essay ends with a declaration of intent: “It shall bring up properly to well-cut banks… It shall have clear depths of water… In every way it shall be what the things of this world were made to be—the servant and the instrument of Man.” This passage reveals Belloc’s belief in human dominion over nature, a theme that may colour other essays in the collection.
Parody and Play in “Some Letters of Shakespeare’s Time”
The excerpt from “Some Letters of Shakespeare’s Time” presents a fictional letter from “Lord Mulberry to his sister, Mrs. Blake.” The tone is deliberately anachronistic and comic: Lord Mulberry writes, “Yes, by all means tell your young friend Mr. Shakespeare that he can come to Paxton on Saturday… I don’t suppose he rides, but I can’t mount him anyhow.” The casual mention of Shakespeare as a young friend, combined with the mundane concerns of weekend visits and church attendance, creates a humorous collision between the grandeur of literary history and the trivialities of social life. This piece appears to be a parody of historical correspondence, and its placement late in the collection (chapter XXII) suggests that Belloc uses humour to offset the more serious or historical essays. The reader should approach this as a deliberate change of register, not as a factual reconstruction.
Voice and Address: The Recurring “You”
Across the excerpts, Belloc frequently addresses the reader directly. In the preface, he writes “you are not bound to buy, to borrow, or even to pick up this book. And even if you do you are not bound to read it.” In the Adur essay, he uses “you will allow me to be such an apologist for civilisation.” This direct address creates a conversational intimacy, as if the reader is being spoken to rather than simply reading. It also allows Belloc to shift tone abruptly—from earnest historical narrative to ironic aside—without losing coherence. The reader should pay attention to these moments of address, as they often signal a change in mood or a self-conscious commentary on the essay’s subject. The preface’s mock-serious recommendation of specific pages is another instance of this technique, inviting the reader to treat the book as a collection of discrete pieces rather than a unified work.
Because the excerpts are drawn from the beginning, middle, and end of the collection, they reveal Belloc’s range but not the full arc of the book. The reader should expect further shifts between historical reconstruction, personal reflection, satire, and polemic. The preface’s list of recommended pages may serve as a useful guide for sampling, but the book rewards reading in sequence, as Belloc’s voice and preoccupations—with history, with human labour, with the absurdities of modern life—recur and echo across the essays. Approach each piece on its own terms, and let the variety be the point.
Leafing through Belloc’s scattered pieces, that opening letter to a young diplomatist stayed with me—such a fragile, formal hope. It put me in mind of a quieter volume I once left on a windowsill, The Diplomatic Correspondence of the American Revolution, Vol. 01 — Background and Themes, where every careful sentence feels like a hand reaching across years, unsteadily, toward some understanding.
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