Regarded from this latter point of
view, the comic seems to show itself in a form somewhat
different from the one we lately attributed to it.
Up to this point, we have regarded laughter as first
and foremost a means of correction. If you take
the series of comic varieties and isolate the predominant
types at long intervals, you will find that all the
intervening varieties borrow their comic quality from
their resemblance to these types, and that the types
themselves are so many models of impertinence with
regard to society. To these impertinences society
retorts by laughter, an even greater impertinence.
So evidently there is nothing very benevolent in laughter.
It seems rather inclined to return evil for evil.
But this is not what we are immediately
struck by in our first impression of the laughable.
The comic character is often one with whom, to begin
with, our mind, or rather our body, sympathises.
By this is meant that we put ourselves for a very
short time in his place, adopt his gestures, words,
arid actions, and, if amused by anything laughable
in him, invite him, in imagination, to share his amusement
with us; in fact, we treat him first as a playmate.
So, in the laugher we find a “hail-fellow-well-met”
spirit—as far, at least, as appearances
go—which it would be wrong of us not to
take into consideration. In particular, there
is in laughter a movement of relaxation which has
often been noticed, and the reason of which we must
try to discover. Nowhere is this impression more
noticeable than in the last few examples. In
them, indeed, we shall find its explanation.
When the comic character automatically
follows up his idea, he ultimately thinks, speaks
and acts as though he were dreaming. Now, a dream
is a relaxation. To remain in touch with things
and men, to see nothing but what is existent and think
nothing but what is consistent, demands a continuous
effort of intellectual tension. This effort is
common sense. And to remain sensible is, indeed,
to remain at work. But to detach oneself from
things and yet continue to perceive images, to break
away from logic and yet continue to string together
ideas, is to indulge in play or, if you prefer, in
dolce far niente. So, comic absurdity gives us
from the outset the impression of playing with ideas.
Our first impulse is to join in the game. That
relieves us from the strain of thinking. Now,
the same might be said of the other forms of the laughable.
Deep-rooted in the comic, there is always a tendency,
we said, to take the line of least resistance, generally
that of habit. The comic character no longer
tries to be ceaselessly adapting and readapting himself
to the society of which he is a member. He slackens
in the attention that is due to life. He more
or less resembles the absentminded. Maybe his
will is here even more concerned than his intellect,
and there is not so much a want of attention as a
lack of tension; still, in some way or another, he
is absent, away from his work, taking it easy.
He abandons social convention, as indeed—in
the case we have just been considering—he
abandoned logic. Here, too, our first impulse
is to accept the invitation to take it easy. For
a short time, at all events, we join in the game.
And that relieves us from the strain of living.
But we rest only for a short time.
The sympathy that is capable of entering into the
impression of the comic is a very fleeting one.
It also comes from a lapse in attention. Thus,
a stern father may at times forget himself and join
in some prank his child is playing, only to check
himself at once in order to correct it.
Laughter is, above all, a corrective.
Being intended to humiliate, it must make a painful
impression on the person against whom it is directed.
By laughter, society avenges itself for the liberties
taken with it. It would fail in its object if
it bore the stamp of sympathy or kindness.
Shall we be told that the motive,
at all events; may be a good one, that we often punish
because we love, and that laughter, by checking the
outer manifestations of certain failings, thus causes
the person laughed at to correct these failings and
thereby improve himself inwardly?
Much might be said on this point.
As a general rule, and speaking roughly, laughter
doubtless exercises a useful function. Indeed,
the whole of our analysis points to this fact.
But it does not therefore follow that laughter always
hits the mark or is invariably inspired by sentiments
of kindness or even of justice.
To be certain of always hitting the
mark, it would have to proceed from an act of reflection.
Now, laughter is simply the result of a mechanism
set up in us by nature or, what is almost the same
thing, by our long acquaintance with social life.
It goes off spontaneously and returns tit for tat.
It has no time to look where it hits. Laughter
punishes certain failing’s somewhat as disease
punishes certain forms of excess, striking down some
who are innocent and sparing some who are guilty,
aiming at a general result and incapable of dealing
separately with each individual case. And so it
is with everything that comes to pass by natural means
instead of happening by conscious reflection.
An average of justice may show itself in the total
result, though the details, taken separately, often
point to anything but justice.
In this sense, laughter cannot be
absolutely just. Nor should it be kind-hearted
either. Its function is to intimidate by humiliating.
Now, it would not succeed in doing this, had not nature
implanted for that very purpose, even in the best
of men, a spark of spitefulness or, at all events,
of mischief. Perhaps we had better not investigate
this point too closely, for we should not find anything
very flattering to ourselves. We should see that
this movement of relaxation or expansion is nothing
but a prelude to laughter, that the laugher immediately
retires within himself, more self-assertive and conceited
than ever, and is evidently disposed to look upon
another’s personality as a marionette of which
he pulls the strings. In this presumptuousness
we speedily discern a degree of egoism and, behind
this latter, something less spontaneous and more bitter,
the beginnings of a curious pessimism which becomes
the more pronounced as the laugher more closely analyses
his laughter.
Here, as elsewhere, nature has utilised
evil with a view to good. It is more especially
the good that has engaged our attention throughout
this work. We have seen that the more society
improves, the more plastic is the adaptability it
obtains from its members; while the greater the tendency
towards increasing stability below, the more does
it force to the surface the disturbing elements inseparable
from so vast a bulk; and thus laughter performs a useful
function by emphasising the form of these significant
undulations. Such is also the truceless warfare
of the waves on the surface of the sea, whilst profound
peace reigns in the depths below. The billows
clash and collide with each other, as they strive to
find their level. A fringe of snow-white foam,
feathery and frolicsome, follows their changing outlines.
From time to time, the receding wave leaves behind
a remnant of foam on the sandy beach. The child,
who plays hard by, picks up a handful, and, the next
moment, is astonished to find that nothing remains
in his grasp but a few drops of water, water that
is far more brackish, far more bitter than that of
the wave which brought it. Laughter comes into
being in the self-same fashion. It indicates
a slight revolt on the surface of social life.
It instantly adopts the changing forms of the disturbance.
It, also, is afroth with a saline base. Like
froth, it sparkles. It is gaiety itself.
But the philosopher who gathers a handful to taste
may find that the substance is scanty, and the after-taste
bitter.
[The end]