We will now pass from the comic element
in forms to that in gestures and movements.
Let us at once state the law which seems to govern
all the phenomena of this kind. It may indeed
be deduced without any difficulty from the considerations
stated above. The attitudes, gestures
and movements of the human
body are laughable in exact
proportion as that body REMINDS
us of A mere machine. There
is no need to follow this law through the details
of its immediate applications, which are innumerable.
To verify it directly, it would be sufficient to study
closely the work of comic artists, eliminating entirely
the element of caricature, and omitting that portion
of the comic which is not inherent in the drawing itself.
For, obviously, the comic element in a drawing is often
a borrowed one, for which the text supplies all the
stock-in-trade. I mean that the artist may be
his own understudy in the shape of a satirist, or
even a playwright, and that then we laugh far less
at the drawings themselves than at the satire or comic
incident they represent. But if we devote our
whole attention to the drawing with the firm resolve
to think of nothing else, we shall probably find that
it is generally comic in proportion to the clearness,
as well as the subtleness, with which it enables us
to see a man as a jointed puppet. The suggestion
must be a clear one, for inside the person we must
distinctly perceive, as though through a glass, a set-up
mechanism. But the suggestion must also be a subtle
one, for the general appearance of the person, whose
every limb has been made rigid as a machine, must
continue to give us the impression of a living being.
The more exactly these two images, that of a person
and that of a machine, fit into each other, the more
striking is the comic effect, and the more consummate
the art of the draughtsman. The originality of
a comic artist is thus expressed in the special kind
of life he imparts to a mere puppet.
We will, however, leave on one side
the immediate application of the principle, and at
this point insist only on the more remote consequences.
The illusion of a machine working in the inside of
the person is a thing that only crops up amid a host
of amusing effects; but for the most part it is a
fleeting glimpse, that is immediately lost in the
laughter it provokes. To render it permanent,
analysis and reflection must be called into play.
In a public speaker, for instance,
we find that gesture vies with speech. Jealous
of the latter, gesture closely dogs the speaker’s
thought, demanding also to act as interpreter.
Well and good; but then it must pledge itself to follow
thought through all the phases of its development.
An idea is something that grows, buds, blossoms and
ripens from the beginning to the end of a speech.
It never halts, never repeats itself. It must
be changing every moment, for to cease to change would
be to cease to live. Then let gesture display
a like animation! Let it accept the fundamental
law of life, which is the complete negation of repetition!
But I find that a certain movement of head or arm,
a movement always the same, seems to return at regular
intervals. If I notice it and it succeeds in
diverting my attention, if I wait for it to occur and
it occurs when I expect it, then involuntarily I laugh.
Why? Because I now have before me a machine that
works automatically. This is no longer life,
it is automatism established in life and imitating
it. It belongs to the comic.
This is also the reason why gestures,
at which we never dreamt of laughing, become laughable
when imitated by another individual. The most
elaborate explanations have been offered for this extremely
simple fact. A little reflection, however, will
show that our mental state is ever changing, and that
if our gestures faithfully followed these inner movements,
if they were as fully alive as we, they would never
repeat themselves, and so would keep imitation at bay.
We begin, then, to become imitable only when we cease
to be ourselves. I mean our gestures can only
be imitated in their mechanical uniformity, and therefore
exactly in what is alien to our living personality.
To imitate any one is to bring out the element of
automatism he has allowed to creep into his person.
And as this is the very essence of the ludicrous,
it is no wonder that imitation gives rise to laughter.
Still, if the imitation of gestures
is intrinsically laughable, it will become even more
so when it busies itself in deflecting them, though
without altering their form, towards some mechanical
occupation, such as sawing wood, striking on an anvil,
or tugging away at an imaginary bell-rope. Not
that vulgarity is the essence of the comic,—although
certainly it is to some extent an ingredient,—
but rather that the incriminated gesture seems more
frankly mechanical when it can be connected with a
simple operation, as though it were intentionally
mechanical. To suggest this mechanical interpretation
ought to be one of the favourite devices of parody.
We have reached this result through deduction, but
I imagine clowns have long had an intuition of the
fact.
This seems to me the solution of the
little riddle propounded by Pascal in one passage
of his Thoughts: “Two faces that are alike,
although neither of them excites laughter by itself,
make us laugh when together, on account of their likeness.”
It might just as well be said: “The gestures
of a public speaker, no one of which is laughable
by itself, excite laughter by their repetition.”
The truth is that a really living life should never
repeat itself. Wherever there is repetition or
complete similarity, we always suspect some mechanism
at work behind the living. Analyse the impression
you get from two faces that are too much alike, and
you will find that you are thinking of two copies
cast in the same mould, or two impressions of the
same seal, or two reproductions of the same negative,—in
a word, of some manufacturing process or other.
This deflection of life towards the mechanical is
here the real cause of laughter.
And laughter will be more pronounced
still, if we find on the stage not merely two characters,
as in the example from Pascal, but several, nay, as
great a number as possible, the image of one another,
who come and go, dance and gesticulate together, simultaneously
striking the same attitudes and tossing their arms
about in the same manner. This time, we distinctly
think of marionettes. Invisible threads seem
to us to be joining arms to arms, legs to legs, each
muscle in one face to its fellow-muscle in the other:
by reason of the absolute uniformity which prevails,
the very litheness of the bodies seems to stiffen
as we gaze, and the actors themselves seem transformed
into automata. Such, at least, appears to be
the artifice underlying this somewhat obvious form
of amusement. I daresay the performers have never
read Pascal, but what they do is merely to realise
to the full the suggestions contained in Pascal’s
words. If, as is undoubtedly the case, laughter
is caused in the second instance by the hallucination
of a mechanical effect, it must already have been
so, though in more subtle fashion, in the first.
Continuing along this path, we dimly
perceive the increasingly important and far-reaching
consequences of the law we have just stated.
We faintly catch still more fugitive glimpses of mechanical
effects, glimpses suggested by man’s complex
actions, no longer merely by his gestures. We
instinctively feel that the usual devices of comedy,
the periodical repetition of a word or a scene, the
systematic inversion of the parts, the geometrical
development of a farcical misunderstanding, and many
other stage contrivances, must derive their comic
force from the same source,—the art of the
playwright probably consisting in setting before us
an obvious clockwork arrangement of human events,
while carefully preserving an outward aspect of probability
and thereby retaining something of the suppleness
of life. But we must not forestall results which
will be duly disclosed in the course of our analysis.