Instead of reviving the Court Poet, why not revive the Court Fool?  He is the only person who could do any good at this moment either to the Royal or the judicial Courts.  The present political situation is utterly unsuitable for the purposes of a great poet.  But it is particularly suitable for the purposes of a great buffoon.  The old jester was under certain privileges:  you could not resent the jokes of a fool, just as you cannot resent the sermons of a curate.  Now, what the present Government of England wants is neither serious praise nor serious denunciation; what it wants is satire.  What it wants, in other words, is realism given with gusto.  When King Louis the Eleventh unexpectedly visited his enemy, the Duke of Burgundy, with a small escort, the Duke’s jester said he would give the King his fool’s cap, for he was the fool now.  And when the Duke replied with dignity, “And suppose I treat him with all proper respect?” the fool answered, “Then I will give it to you.”  That is the kind of thing that somebody ought to be free to say now.  But if you say it now you will be fined a hundred pounds at the least.

Carson’s Dilemma

For the things that have been happening lately are not merely things that one could joke about.  They are themselves, truly and intrinsically, jokes.  I mean that there is a sort of epigram of unreason in the situation itself, as there was in the situation where there was jam yesterday and jam to-morrow but never jam to-day.  Take, for instance, the extraordinary case of Sir Edward Carson.  The point is not whether we regard his attitude in Belfast as the defiance of a sincere and dogmatic rebel, or as the bluff of a party hack and mountebank.  The point is not whether we regard his defence of the Government at the Old Bailey as a chivalrous and reluctant duty done as an advocate or a friend, or as a mere case of a lawyer selling his soul for a fat brief.  The point is that whichever of the two actions we approve, and whichever of the four explanations we adopt, Sir Edward’s position is still raving nonsense.  On any argument, he cannot escape from his dilemma.  It may be argued that laws and customs should be obeyed whatever our private feelings; and that it is an established custom to accept a brief in such a case.  But then it is a somewhat more established custom to obey an Act of Parliament and to keep the peace.  It may be argued that extreme misgovernment justifies men in Ulster or elsewhere in refusing to obey the law.  But then it would justify them even more in refusing to appear professionally in a law court.  Etiquette cannot be at once so unimportant that Carson may shoot at the King’s uniform, and yet so important that he must always be ready to put on his own.  The Government cannot be so disreputable that Carson need not lay down his gun, and yet so respectable that he is bound to put on his wig.  Carson cannot