All the profundity and solemnity of it is borrowed from these, and exists for us in exact proportion to the intensity with which we hold them.
Nor is this true of sublime and serious art only.

It is true of cynical, profligate, and concupiscent art as well.

It is true of Congreve as it is true of Sophocles; it is true of _Mademoiselle de Maupin_ as it is true of _Measure for Measure_.

This art differs from the former in that the end presented in it as the object of struggle is not only not the morally right, but is also to a certain extent essentially the morally wrong.

In the case of cynical and profligate art this is obvious.