George Bernard Shaw Quote

BROADBENT [stiffly]. Devil is rather a strong expression in thatconnexion, Mr Keegan.KEEGAN. Not from a man who knows that this world is hell. Butsince the word offends you, let me soften it, and compare yousimply to an ass. [Larry whitens with anger].BROADBENT [reddening]. An ass!KEEGAN [gently]. You may take it without offence from a madmanwho calls the ass his brother--and a very honest, useful andfaithful brother too. The ass, sir, is the most efficient ofbeasts, matter-of-fact, hardy, friendly when you treat him as afellow-creature, stubborn when you abuse him, ridiculous only inlove, which sets him braying, and in politics, which move him toroll about in the public road and raise a dust about nothing. Canyou deny these qualities and habits in yourself, sir?BROADBENT [goodhumoredly]. Well, yes, I'm afraid I do, you know.KEEGAN. Then perhaps you will confess to the ass's one fault.BROADBENT. Perhaps so: what is it?KEEGAN. That he wastes all his virtues--his efficiency, as youcall it--in doing the will of his greedy masters instead of doingthe will of Heaven that is in himself. He is efficient in theservice of Mammon, mighty in mischief, skilful in ruin, heroic indestruction. But he comes to browse here without knowing that thesoil his hoof touches is holy ground. Ireland, sir, for good orevil, is like no other place under heaven; and no man can touchits sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse. Itproduces two kinds of men in strange perfection: saints andtraitors. It is called the island of the saints; but indeed inthese later years it might be more fitly called the island of thetraitors; for our harvest of these is the fine flower of theworld's crop of infamy. But the day may come when these islandsshall live by the quality of their men rather than by theabundance of their minerals; and then we shall see.LARRY. Mr Keegan: if you are going to be sentimental aboutIreland, I shall bid you good evening. We have had enough ofthat, and more than enough of cleverly proving that everybody whois not an Irishman is an ass. It is neither good sense nor goodmanners. It will not stop the syndicate; and it will not interestyoung Ireland so much as my friend's gospel of efficiency.BROADBENT. Ah, yes, yes: efficiency is the thing. I don't in theleast mind your chaff, Mr Keegan; but Larry's right on the mainpoint. The world belongs to the efficient.

George Bernard Shaw

BROADBENT [stiffly]. Devil is rather a strong expression in thatconnexion, Mr Keegan.KEEGAN. Not from a man who knows that this world is hell. Butsince the word offends you, let me soften it, and compare yousimply to an ass. [Larry whitens with anger].BROADBENT [reddening]. An ass!KEEGAN [gently]. You may take it without offence from a madmanwho calls the ass his brother--and a very honest, useful andfaithful brother too. The ass, sir, is the most efficient ofbeasts, matter-of-fact, hardy, friendly when you treat him as afellow-creature, stubborn when you abuse him, ridiculous only inlove, which sets him braying, and in politics, which move him toroll about in the public road and raise a dust about nothing. Canyou deny these qualities and habits in yourself, sir?BROADBENT [goodhumoredly]. Well, yes, I'm afraid I do, you know.KEEGAN. Then perhaps you will confess to the ass's one fault.BROADBENT. Perhaps so: what is it?KEEGAN. That he wastes all his virtues--his efficiency, as youcall it--in doing the will of his greedy masters instead of doingthe will of Heaven that is in himself. He is efficient in theservice of Mammon, mighty in mischief, skilful in ruin, heroic indestruction. But he comes to browse here without knowing that thesoil his hoof touches is holy ground. Ireland, sir, for good orevil, is like no other place under heaven; and no man can touchits sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse. Itproduces two kinds of men in strange perfection: saints andtraitors. It is called the island of the saints; but indeed inthese later years it might be more fitly called the island of thetraitors; for our harvest of these is the fine flower of theworld's crop of infamy. But the day may come when these islandsshall live by the quality of their men rather than by theabundance of their minerals; and then we shall see.LARRY. Mr Keegan: if you are going to be sentimental aboutIreland, I shall bid you good evening. We have had enough ofthat, and more than enough of cleverly proving that everybody whois not an Irishman is an ass. It is neither good sense nor goodmanners. It will not stop the syndicate; and it will not interestyoung Ireland so much as my friend's gospel of efficiency.BROADBENT. Ah, yes, yes: efficiency is the thing. I don't in theleast mind your chaff, Mr Keegan; but Larry's right on the mainpoint. The world belongs to the efficient.

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About George Bernard Shaw

George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 – 2 November 1950), known at his insistence as Bernard Shaw, was an Irish playwright, critic, polemicist and political activist. His influence on Western theatre, culture and politics extended from the 1880s to his death and beyond. He wrote more than sixty plays, including major works such as Man and Superman (1902), Pygmalion (1913) and Saint Joan (1923). With a range incorporating both contemporary satire and historical allegory, Shaw became the leading dramatist of his generation, and in 1925 was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Born in Dublin, in 1876 Shaw moved to London, where he struggled to establish himself as a writer and novelist, and embarked on a rigorous process of self-education. By the mid-1880s he had become a respected theatre and music critic. Following a political awakening, he joined the gradualist Fabian Society and became its most prominent pamphleteer. Shaw had been writing plays for years before his first public success, Arms and the Man in 1894. Influenced by Henrik Ibsen, he sought to introduce a new realism into English-language drama, using his plays as vehicles to disseminate his political, social and religious ideas. By the early twentieth century his reputation as a dramatist was secured with a series of critical and popular successes that included Major Barbara, The Doctor's Dilemma, and Caesar and Cleopatra.
Shaw's expressed views were often contentious; he promoted eugenics and alphabet reform, and opposed vaccination and organised religion. He courted unpopularity by denouncing both sides in the First World War as equally culpable, and although not a republican, castigated British policy on Ireland in the postwar period. These stances had no lasting effect on his standing or productivity as a dramatist; the inter-war years saw a series of often ambitious plays, which achieved varying degrees of popular success. In 1938 he provided the screenplay for a filmed version of Pygmalion for which he received an Academy Award. His appetite for politics and controversy remained undiminished; by the late 1920s, he had largely renounced Fabian Society gradualism, and often wrote and spoke favourably of dictatorships of the right and left—he expressed admiration for both Mussolini and Stalin. In the final decade of his life, he made fewer public statements but continued to write prolifically until shortly before his death, aged ninety-four, having refused all state honours, including the Order of Merit in 1946.
Since Shaw's death scholarly and critical opinion about his works has varied, but he has regularly been rated among British dramatists as second only to Shakespeare; analysts recognise his extensive influence on generations of English-language playwrights. The word Shavian has entered the language as encapsulating Shaw's ideas and his means of expressing them.