do　more　than　is　expected　of　them？　You　watch　the　stoical　countenance　of　the　passenger　in　a　Pullman　car　as　he　stands　up　to　be　brushed。　The　chances　are　that　he　doesn’t　want　to　be　brushed。　He　would　prefer　to　leave　the　dust　on　his　coat　rather　than　to　be　pelled　to　swallow　it。　But　he　knows　what　is　expected　of　him。　It　is　a　part　of　the　solemn　ritual　of　traveling。　It　precedes　the　offering。

The　fact　that　every　man　desires　to　be　somebody　else　explains　many　of　the　aberrations　of　artists　and　literary　men。　The　painters；　dramatists；　musicians；　poets；　and　novelists　are　just　as　human　as　housemaids　and　railway　managers　and　porters。　They　want　to　do　“all　the　good　they　can　to　all　the　people　they　can　in　all　the　ways　they　can。”　They　get　tired　of　the　ways　they　are　used　to　and　like　to　try　new　binations。　So　they　are　continually　mixing　things。　The　practitioner　of　one　art　tries　to　produce　effects　that　are　proper　to　another　art。

人人想當別人（3）

A　musician　wants　to　be　a　painter　and　use　his　violin　as　if　it　were　a　brush。　He　would　have　us　see　the　sunset　glories　that　he　is　painting　for　us。　A　painter　wants　to　be　a　musician　and　paint　symphonies；　and　he　is　grieved　because　the　uninstructed　cannot　hear　his　pictures；　although　the　colors　do　swear　at　each　other。　Another　painter　wants　to　be　an　architect　and　build　up　his　picture　as　if　it　were　made　of　cubes　of　brick。　It　looks　like　brick…work；　but　to　the　natural　eye　it　doesn’t　look　like　a　picture。　A　prose…writer　gets　tired　of　writing　prose；　and　wants　to　be　a　poet。　So　he　begins　every　line　with　a　capital　letter；　and　keeps　on　writing　prose。

You　go　to　the　theatre　with　the　simple…minded　Shakespearean　idea　that　the　play’s　the　thing。　But　the　playwright　wants　to　be　a　pathologist。　So　you　discover　that　you　have　dropped　into　a　gruesome　clinic。　You　sought