Ithasadeeper，and，Iventuretothink，amoreestimableoriginthanthecapriceofemotionallawlessness。Itis，indeed，lawful，insomuchthatitisgiven（reluctantly）foraconsideration，forseveralconsiderations。Thereisthatrobustness，forinstance，sooftenthesignofgoodmoralbalance。That’saconsideration。Itisnot，indeed，pleasanttobestampedupon，buttheverythoroughnessoftheoperation，implyingnotonlyacarefulreading，butsomerealinsightintoworkwhosequalitiesanddefects，whatevertheymaybe，arenotsomuchonthesurface，issomethingtobethankfulforinviewofthefactthatitmayhappentoone’sworktobecondemnedwithoutbeingreadatall。Thisisthemostfatuousadventurethatcanwellhappentoawriterventuringhissoulamongcriticisms。Itcandoonenoharm，ofcourse，butitisdisagreeable。Itisdisagreeableinthesamewayasdiscoveringathree-card-trickmanamongadecentlotoffolkinathird-classcompartment。Theopenimpudenceofthewholetransaction，appealinginsidiouslytothefollyandcredulityofmankind，thebrazen，shamelesspatter，proclaimingthefraudopenlywhileinsistingonthefairnessofthegame，giveoneafeelingofsickeningdisgust。Thehonestviolenceofaplainmanplayingafairgamefairly——evenifhemeanstoknockyouover——mayappearshocking，butitremainswithinthepaleofdecency。Damagingasitmaybe，itisinnosenseoffensive。
Onemaywellfeelsomeregardforhonesty，evenifpractiseduponone’sownvilebody。Butitisveryobviousthatanenemyofthatsortwillnotbestayedbyexplanationsorplacatedbyapologies。WereItoadvancethepleaofyouthinexcuseofthenaivenesstobefoundinthesepages，hewouldbelikelytosay\"Bosh！\"inacolumnandahalfoffierceprint。Yetawriterisnoolderthanhisfirstpublishedbook，and，notwithstandingthevainappearancesofdecaywhichattendusinthistransitorylife，Istandherewiththewreathofonlyfifteenshortsummersonmybrow。
Withtheremark，then，thatatsuchtenderagesomenaivenessoffeelingandexpressionisexcusable，Iproceedtoadmitthat，uponthewhole，mypreviousstateofexistencewasnotagoodequipmentforaliterarylife。PerhapsIshouldnothaveusedthewordliterary。Thatwordpresupposesanintimacyofacquaintancewithletters，aturnofmind，andamanneroffeelingtowhichI
darelaynoclaim。Ionlyloveletters;buttheloveoflettersdoesnotmakealiteraryman，anymorethantheloveoftheseamakesaseaman。Anditisverypossible，too，thatIlovethelettersinthesamewayaliterarymanmaylovetheseahelooksatfromtheshore——asceneofgreatendeavourandofgreatachievementschangingthefaceoftheworld，thegreatopenwaytoallsortsofundiscoveredcountries。No，perhapsIhadbettersaythatthelifeatsea——andIdon’tmeanameretasteofit，butagoodbroadspanofyears，somethingthatreallycountsasrealservice——isnot，uponthewhole，agoodequipmentforawritinglife。Godforbid，though，thatIshouldbethoughtofasdenyingmymastersofthequarter-deck。Iamnotcapableofthatsortofapostasy。Ihaveconfessedmyattitudeofpietytowardtheirshadesinthreeorfourtales，andifanymanonearthmorethananotherneedstobetruetohimselfashehopestobesaved，itiscertainlythewriteroffiction。
WhatImeanttosay，simply，isthatthequarter-decktrainingdoesnotprepareonesufficientlyforthereceptionofliterarycriticism。Onlythat，andnomore。Butthisdefectisnotwithoutgravity。Ifitbepermissibletotwist，invert，adapt（andspoil）Mr。AnatoleFrance’sdefinitionofagoodcritic，thenletussaythatthegoodauthorishewhocontemplateswithoutmarkedjoyorexcessivesorrowtheadventuresofhissoulamongcriticisms。Farbefrommetheintentiontomisleadanattentivepublicintothebeliefthatthereisnocriticismatsea。Thatwouldbedishonest，andevenimpolite。Everthingcanbefoundatsea，accordingtothespiritofyourquest——strife，peace，romance，naturalismofthemostpronouncedkind，ideals，boredom，disgust，inspiration——andeveryconceivableopportunity，includingtheopportunitytomakeafoolofyourself，exactlyasinthepursuitofliterature。Butthequarter-deckcriticismissomewhatdifferentfromliterarycriticism。Thismuchtheyhaveincommon，thatbeforetheoneandtheothertheansweringback，asageneralrule，doesnotpay。