| BOOK FIFTH.
CHAPTER 2. THIS WILL KILL THAT.
 (continued)Now, we ask, which of the three arts has really represented
 human thought for the last three centuries? which translates
 it? which expresses not only its literary and scholastic
 vagaries, but its vast, profound, universal movement? which
 constantly superposes itself, without a break, without a gap,
 upon the human race, which walks a monster with a thousand
 legs?--Architecture or printing? It is printing.  Let the reader make no mistake; architecture
 is dead; irretrievably slain by the printed book,--slain
 because it endures for a shorter time,--slain because it costs
 more.  Every cathedral represents millions.  Let the reader
 now imagine what an investment of funds it would require to
 rewrite the architectural book; to cause thousands of edifices
 to swarm once more upon the soil; to return to those epochs
 when the throng of monuments was such, according to the
 statement of an eye witness, "that one would have said that
 the world in shaking itself, had cast off its old garments in
 order to cover itself with a white vesture of churches." Erat
 enim ut si mundus, ipse excutiendo semet, rejecta vetustate,
 candida ecclesiarum vestem indueret.  (GLABER RADOLPHUS.) A book is so soon made, costs so little, and can go so far!
 How can it surprise us that all human thought flows in this
 channel?  This does not mean that architecture will not
 still have a fine monument, an isolated masterpiece, here and
 there.  We may still have from time to time, under the reign
 of printing, a column made I suppose, by a whole army from
 melted cannon, as we had under the reign of architecture,
 Iliads and Romanceros, Mahabâhrata, and Nibelungen Lieds,
 made by a whole people, with rhapsodies piled up and melted
 together.  The great accident of an architect of genius may
 happen in the twentieth century, like that of Dante in the
 thirteenth.  But architecture will no longer be the social art,
 the collective art, the dominating art.  The grand poem, the
 grand edifice, the grand work of humanity will no longer be
 built: it will be printed. |