THE ARREST OF THE BODY \yj 



limb is not to be found in common life, we look 

 for it in the Gymnasium; agility is relegated to 

 the Hippodrome. Once all men were athletes ; 

 now you have to pay to see them. More or less 

 with all the animal powers it is the same. To 

 some extent at least some phonograph may yet 

 speak for us, some telephone hear for us, the type- 

 writer write for us, chemistry digest for us, and 

 incubation nurture us. So everywhere the Man as 

 Animal is in danger of losing ground. He has 

 expanded until the world is his body. The former 

 body, the hundred and fifty pounds or so of 

 organized tissue he carries about with him, is little 

 more than a mark of identity. It is not he who 

 is there, he cannot be there, or anywhere, for he is 

 everywhere. The material part of him is reduced 

 to a symbol ; it is but a link with the wider 

 framework of the Arts, a belt between machinery 

 and machinery. His body no longer generates, 

 but only utilizes energy; alone he is but a tool, 

 a medium, a turncock of the physical forces. 



Now with what feelings do we regard all this? 

 Is not the crowning proof of the thesis under re- 

 view that we watch this evidence accumulating 

 against the body with no emotion and hear the 

 doom of our clay pronounced without a regret? 

 It is nothing to aspiring Man to watch the lower 



