of unity is that of most novels and some plays.
They present a series of events, more or less closely
intertwined or interlinked with one another, but not
built up into any symmetrical interdependence.
This unity of longitudinal extension does not here
concern us, for it is not that of either Shaw or Sophocles.
Plum-pudding unity, on the other hand—the
unity of a number of ingredients stirred up together,
put in a cloth, boiled to a certain consistency, and
then served up in a blue flame of lambent humour—that
is precisely the unity of
Getting Married.
A jumble of ideas, prejudices, points of view, and
whimsicalities on the subject of marriage is tied
up in a cloth and boiled into a sort of glutinous
fusion or confusion, so that when the cloth is taken
off they do not at once lose the coherent rotundity
conferred upon them by pressure from without.
In a quite real sense, the comparison does more than
justice to the technical qualities of the play; for
in a good plum-pudding the due proportions of the
ingredients are carefully studied, whereas Mr. Shaw
flings in recklessly whatever comes into his head.
At the same time it is undeniably true that he shows
us a number of people in one room, talking continuously
and without a single pause, on different aspects of
a given theme. If this be unity, then he has achieved
it. In the theatre, as a matter of fact, the
plum-pudding was served up in three chunks instead
of one; but this was a mere concession to human weakness.
The play had all the globular unity of a pill, though
it happened to be too big a pill to be swallowed at
one gulp.
Turning now to the Oedipus—I choose
that play as a typical example of Greek tragedy—what
sort of unity do we find? It is the unity, not
of a continuous mass or mash, but of carefully calculated
proportion, order, interrelation of parts—the
unity of a fine piece of architecture, or even of
a living organism. The inorganic continuity of
Getting Married it does not possess. If
that be what we understand by unity, then Shaw has
it and Sophocles has not. The Oedipus is
as clearly divided into acts as is Hamlet or
Hedda Gabler. In modern parlance, we should
probably call it a play in five acts and an epilogue.
It so happened that the Greek theatre did not possess
a curtain, and did possess a Chorus; consequently,
the Greek dramatist employed the Chorus, as we employ
the curtain, to emphasize the successive stages of
his action, to mark the rhythm of its progress, and,
incidentally, to provide resting-places for the mind
of the audience—intervals during which the
strain upon their attention was relaxed, or at any
rate varied. It is not even true that the Greeks
habitually aimed at such continuity of time as we
find in Getting Married. They treated time
ideally, the imaginary duration of the story being,
as a rule, widely different from the actual time of
representation. In this respect the Oedipus