Man And Superman – Monologue (Tanner)

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A monologue from the play by George Bernard Shaw

NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Man and Superman. Bernard Shaw. New York: Brentano’s, 1903.


You, Tavy, are an artist: that is, you have a purpose as absorbing and as unscrupulous as a woman’s purpose…. The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.

To women, he is half vivisector, half-vampire. He gets into intimate relations with them to study them, to strip the mask of convention from them, to surprise their inmost secrets,

knowing that they have the power to rouse his deepest creative energies, to rescue him from his cold reason, to make him see visions and dream dreams, to inspire him, as he calls it.

He persuades women that they may do this for their own purpose whilst he really means them to do it for his. He steals the mother’s milk and blackens it to make printers’ ink to scoff at her and glorify ideal women with.

He pretends to spare her the pangs of childbearing so that he may have for himself the tenderness of fostering that belong of right to her children. Since marriage began, the great artist has been known as a bad husband.

But he is worse: he is a child-robber, a bloodsucker, a hypocrite, and a cheat. Perish the race and wither a thousand women if only the sacrifice of them enable him to act Hamlet better, to paint a finer picture, to write a deeper poem, a greater play, a profound philosophy!

For mark you, Tavy, the artist’s work is to show us ourselves as we really are. Our minds are nothing but this knowledge of ourselves, and he who adds a jot to such knowledge creates a new mind as surely as any woman creates new men.

In the rage of that creation, he is as ruthless as the woman, as dangerous to her as she to him, and as horribly fascinating. Of all human struggles, there is none so treacherous and remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother-woman.

Which shall use up the other? that is the issue between them. And it is all the deadlier because, in your romanticist cant, they love one another.

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