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Explorations in Analytic
Ecclesiology
That They May be One
JOSHUA COCKAYNE
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For Eleanor
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Preface
While analytic theology is still a young and emerging discipline, the lack of
work on ecclesiology within this field is striking.¹ Despite path-breaking work
on many of the core doctrines of the Christian faith, work on ecclesiology has
not received the same share of attention. Analytic theology, as I approach it, is
committed to explicating the core claims of the Christian tradition, using the
tools of contemporary analytic philosophy.² Since belief in the ‘one holy,
catholic, and apostolic Church’ is a core doctrine of this tradition,³ it seems
obvious that analytic theologians should pay attention to this important area
of theology. There have been numerous calls to address the lack of ecclesiology
in analytic theology. In Tom McCall’s An Invitation to Analytic Theology,
which is seen by many as the go-to introduction to analytic theology, he writes,
McCall is right that these questions have largely gone unasked by analytic
theologians. This book aims to begin this task of exploration into the nature
and life of the Church by addressing the issue of the Church’s unity in Christ
through the Holy Spirit.
One area that has seen some growth since McCall wrote these words is the
discussion of Christian liturgy by analytic thinkers. In his address to the 40th
¹ A few exceptions include the contributions to the special issue of TheoLogica on Analytic
Ecclesiology (see Cockayne and Efird, 2020), a chapter of Abraham (2018), and a chapter in Crisp
(2022).
² See chapter 1 of Crisp, 2019. ³ Taken from the Nicene Creed.
⁴ McCall, 2015: 151–2.
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Before we can proceed, some clarifications about the scope of the present
volume are required. First, it is not within the scope of this book to offer a
comprehensive ecclesiology which presents a far-ranging account of the
nature and life of the Church. Rather, as the subtitle of the book alludes to—
that they may be one—the focus of the discussion is on the issue of the unity,
or oneness, of the Church. That is, the volume seeks to offer an account of
what it means for the Church to be one, and to consider the implications of
this accounts for the liturgical and sacramental life of the Church. As such,
there are many issues on which I will remain silent. My hope is that this is not
the end of the discussion of ecclesiology in the analytic tradition and that
flowering of liturgical theology in the analytic tradition, of which Wolterstorff
describes, will also extend to the study of the Church.
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Thus, in the spirit of Efird and Crisp, this project offers a model of ecclesiology
which serves to make clear what it means to think of the Church as one in
Christ through the power of the Holy Spirit, but one which never pretends to
get to the full truth of the matter.
⁹ See Cockayne and Worsley (2021) for a discussion on Efird’s approach to analytic theology.
¹⁰ Nozick, 1981. ¹¹ Crisp, 2019: 54–5.
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¹³ Avis, 2018: 24. ¹⁴ See e.g. List and Pettit, 2011; Tollefsen, 2015; Collins, 2019.
¹⁵ See e.g. Clark, 2010; Clark and Chalmers, 2010; Tollefsen, 2015.
¹⁶ Arcadi, 2018; Cross, 2011.
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Eucharist and the incarnation, the doctrine of the Church does not think of
Christ as extended into some artefact or tangible object, but into a social body.
To give a metaphysics of the Church as the body of Christ, then, I build on
work in socially extended cognition, which seeks to show the ways in which
minds are extended into other minds. This can provide one model for thinking
about how the Church as a group agent might participate in the body of
Christ.
We then move from conceptual to practical. If Chapters 1–3 ask the
question: ‘What is the Church?’, then Chapters 4–7 ask the question: ‘What
does the Church do?’. The unity thesis and the theological model offered in
Chapters 1–3 are then used to help us examine the study of the sacraments
(specifically, baptism and Eucharist) and liturgy (both inside and outside of
formal church worship). Moreover, this discussion of what the Church does
focuses on the question of how the activities of the Church serve the unity of
the Church. Thus, we are able to see how the model offered in Chapter 1–3
might inform the practices that are performed by the members of the one
Church.
In Chapter 4, I consider the role of baptism in the one Church. The chapter
focuses on the role of a baptismal liturgy as an instance of initiation into the
community of the Church, reflecting on the implications of this initiation for
how a new member relates to the group. First, I consider recent philosophical
work on the nature of promises. I argue that the promises made in baptism
might be understood as instances of what Margaret Gilbert has called ‘joint
commitments’.¹⁷ As Gilbert shows, promising, understood as an instance of
joint commitment, always entails certain obligations of both promisor and
promisee, and the same is clearly true in the promises of baptism. However,
whilst Gilbert’s account captures important features of baptismal obligations
in local communities, it fares poorly when extending this to consider the
relationship to the Church as a whole. We must understand these promises
as a response to work of the persons of the Trinity, who determine the grounds
of membership in the Church, rather than effecting the membership by itself.
Here, I unpack John Calvin’s notion of baptism as a sign and seal of the work
already achieved through Christ. Finally, I consider how this position can be
extended to think about the case of the infant baptism. Understanding baptism
not as an instance of personal testimony, but as an initiation into the family of
the Church allows us to see that making commitments on behalf of a child can
be made sense of within our understanding of the Church’s ontology.
¹⁷ Gilbert, 2011.
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¹⁸ Underhill, 1936.
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liturgy, even if they lack the capacity to engage in joint action. Finally,
I consider the nature of corporate silence in liturgy. Drawing from work in
the philosophy of perception, I argue that liturgical silence is not the same as
absolute silence but, instead, stands as a contrast to the other aspects of the
liturgy. In the space which silence allows, our individual actions are united by
the work of the Holy Spirit to form group actions, thus emphasizing the need
for both liturgical action and leaving space for the uniting work of the Spirit in
worship.
I conclude, in the final chapter, by considering how the liturgy of the
Church extends beyond acts of gathered worship. Even if we recognize that
the Church is one in the Spirit, we must lament when the outwards of the
Church commit acts of abhorrence in the world. Reflecting on the discussion
of worship and justice in the minor prophets of the Hebrew Bible (see Amos
5:21–4, for instance), I show that there is a close connection between worship
and ethics. Bringing Augustine’s discussion of social justice to bear on the
ethics of worship, I show that we should look to an account of group injustice
to best understand cases of abuse and injustice in the Church. Then, I turn to
recent analytic work to help expand this claim. First, drawing from work by
Miranda Fricker, I consider how responsibilities might be shared by two or
more agents. However, I argue, such accounts are limited. Just as shared
agency accounts of liturgical action are insufficiently inclusive, collective virtue
accounts do not explain how non-paradigm participants in a community can
contribute to its virtue or vice. Thus, building on the discussions of function-
alist social ontology, I apply an account of group virtue to the context of
worship. I argue that we should think of group injustice in roughly the same
way that we think of individual injustice; as the community’s failing to do what
it ought to do, namely, to love. Finally, I conclude by considering a number of
questions for thinking about how we should respond to issues of group
injustice within our communities: When should an individual submit to a
church community and when should they protest? When does an action done
on behalf of the Church become disassociated with the Church as a whole?
Building on Stephanie Collins’ discussion of group responsibility, I argue that,
as a member of the Church, one has a responsibility to protest actions within
the Church which one takes to diverge from the Church’s purpose in Christ
through the Spirit. One form this might take, I argue, is the corporate act of
lament in liturgy.
Whilst the model expounded in this book has many facets, the core thesis
remains the same throughout the chapters: the Church is only one in virtue of
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the work of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit at work in the midst of those who
are members of the one Church. In understanding the life of the body of
Christ, we must see that in all the Church does—whether in sacraments, in
corporate liturgy, or in acting in the world—unity can only arise in and
through the work of God.
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Acknowledgements
This book marks the culmination of four years of research at the Logos
Institute for Analytic and Exegetical Theology at the University of
St Andrews. The colleagues, students, and visiting scholars who have shaped
this project are too numerous to mention.
I initially joined the institute in 2017 to work on analytic theology and
liturgy, but it soon became apparent that the project I wanted to write needed
to take a much broader approach. If we want to understand what it is to
participate in the worship of the Church, then we must first understand the
nature and life of the Church.
Andrew Torrance has been a constant source of encouragement, challenge,
and friendship over the past four years. Within my first month at the Logos
Institute, Andrew had suggested I read his grandfather’s book, Worship,
Community and The Triune God of Grace. Its contents shaped not only my
academic interests, but also my approach to ministry and liturgy in the
Church. I am grateful for the support of Alan Torrance and Oliver Crisp as
directors of the Logos Institute, both of whom have been relentless in their
support and friendship. I could not have wished for a better way to spend four
years, nor for better colleagues to work alongside.
Jonathan Rutledge and Koert Verhagen have proved to be invaluable
sources of theological correction and philosophical challenge, but most
importantly, they have been fellow connoisseurs of coffee and whisky over
the past four years. This book would not exist without their influence, support,
and friendship.
During the 2020–1 academic year, a group of colleagues in the institute
convened to provide feedback on one another’s work, building on a mutual
interest on the theme of participation. The group not only provided feedback
on many of the chapters from this book, but also proved to be a melting pot of
ideas which inspired many of the directions this book ended up taking. Thank
you to Oliver Crisp, Joanna Leidenhag, Jonathan Rutledge, and Andrew
Torrance for participating in this group.
Alongside the writing of this book, I have also embarked on two collabora-
tive projects. First, together with my good friends Scott Harrower and Preston
Hill, I have written a book exploring how the Church might respond to issues
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of trauma. These gentlemen (there are none to whom this title is more suited)
have been a source of support, friendship, and mutual care over the past
couple of years, opening my eyes to the reality of the damage the Church
has sometimes inflicted on survivors of trauma. I am thankful to God for their
companionship and look forward to many more joint ventures in the future.
Secondly, I have been grateful for the opportunity to collaborate with Gideon
Salter, a psychologist at the University of St Andrews on a number of grant
projects and articles, exploring how psychology can help us to understand the
nature of corporate worship. Some of this material has made its way into the
present monograph, but our conversations have inspired much more than is
on the page. In Gideon, I have found a fellow long-suffering follower of the
English football team, and a likeminded co-author.
One of the most wonderful parts of being employed by a university is being
able to teach some of the brightest theological minds in the world. My doctoral
students: D.T. Everhart, Preston Hill, Madeline Jackson, Daniel Spencer, and
Jason Stigall have each been peers and friends in very different ways. Many of
them have given their time to grappling with the contents of this book and
discussing ideas late into the night over a glass of scotch. I am thankful for the
ways each of them have helped shape this project and I am excited to see how
their own careers and projects will develop. I am also blessed to have taught
outstanding MLitt candidates, many of whom have been inflicted with the
chapters of this book as compulsory reading and have provided many import-
ant insights.
A number of people have been kind enough to give feedback on draft
chapters of the book. I am grateful to Harvey Cawdron, Andrew Esnouf,
Derek King, Sarah Shin, and Chris Whyte for their insightful feedback,
which has transformed my own thinking on many issues. The two anonymous
referees from Oxford University Press provided timely direction to the project
in its infancy and raised many important points for clarification as it was
nearing completion. I am grateful to them both.
Before his untimely death, the late David Efird provided extensive com-
ments on many of the chapters. I am thankful to have known him and he
continues to shape my sense of vocation to this day. The research group
started by David at York—the St Benedict Society for Philosophy of Religion
and Philosophical Theology—kindly agreed to reunite to provide feedback on
a final draft of the manuscript. Our Friday morning Zoom meetings spanned
three countries (Chile, England, and Scotland) and I am very thankful to
Daniel Molto, Jack Warman, and David Worsley for their attention to detail
and probing questions, not to mention their continued friendship.
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The completion of this manuscript also coincides with the end of my time at
the Logos Institute and a move into full time ministry in the Church. As such,
this book is not a mere academic study, but a reflection on the Church I have
committed to love and serve. The congregations of G2, York and Saint
Andrew’s Episcopal Church, St Andrews have shaped my faith and sense of
vocation in very different ways. In Christian Selvaratnam and Trevor Hart,
I have found like-minded colleagues in ministry and exemplary role models of
ordained ministry. Although he may not always have realized it, my weekly
coffee meetings with Trevor have also proved to be an excellent testing ground
for exploring many of the ideas in this book. Finally, as I embark on a new
ministry at Holy Trinity Church and St George’s Church in Leeds, I am
thankful to their openness and hospitality in welcoming us into their com-
munity and I am excited to get started in serving the one Church of Christ
together with them.
Finally, thanks are due to my wife, Eleanor and wonderful children Judah,
Emmeline, and Zachary. As well as providing a source of laughter, challenge
and love, Eleanor daily sharpens my faith in Christ and deepens my devotion
to serving his Church. I am looking forward to many more years serving the
Church alongside you.
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References 191
Index 201
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1
That They May Be One
The Individual and the Community of the Church
After Jesus had spoken these words, he looked up to heaven and said,
‘Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may
glorify you, since you have given him authority over all people, to give
eternal life to all whom you have given him. . . . I am asking on their
behalf; I am not asking on behalf of the world, but on behalf of those
whom you gave me, because they are yours. All mine are yours, and
yours are mine; and I have been glorified in them. And now I am no
longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you.
Holy Father, protect them in your name that you have given me, so
that they may be one, as we are one . . . I ask not only on behalf of
these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their
word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in
you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you
have sent me. The glory that you have given me I have given them, so
that they may be one, as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they
may become completely one, so that the world may know that you
have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.
(John 17:1–11, 20–3)¹
‘That they may be one’. Jesus’ departing prayer for unity in the Gospel
according to John is seen by many to offer one of the clearest articulations
of ecclesiology in the gospel texts.² It is not difficult to see why this is the case.
Chapter 17 concludes a pivotal narrative in John’s text, preceding the accounts
of Jesus’ arrest and crucifixion. The so-called ‘farewell discourse’ (John 14–17)
¹ All biblical references from New Revised Standard Version. ² See e.g. Byers, 2017.
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emphasizes the oneness of Christ with the Father (14:1–14), the promise of the
coming Holy Spirit (14:15–31; 16:4–15), and a vision of the life of Christ’s
disciples after his impending departure. A life grounded in the Father and the
Son must lead, Jesus tells his followers, to a life characterized by love
(15:12–13), but a rejection by the world (15:18–19). John draws these dis-
courses to a close with the striking words that Christ’s disciples will be one just
as the Father and the Son are one.³
This book takes as its starting point this notion of oneness in Christ. Not
only is this notion key to understanding Johannine ecclesiology,⁴ but it is also
the key to understanding ecclesiology tout court. Any account of the Church’s
oneness must not depart from this foundation in the oneness of the persons of
the Trinity.⁵ But how precisely we are to characterize such oneness is where
things get more complex. We might think, for instance, that the oneness of
Christ’s followers described by John implies that the Church is called to
overcome their disagreements and to unite as one body across traditions. In
his sermon on John 17, the Lutheran theologian Johan Blumhardt exemplifies
this way of thinking, writing, ‘Do we as Jesus’ disciples really want to become
one? . . . We must find a way where what you believe I believe and what
I believe you believe. For the Lord says in his prayer, “I have given them
glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one.”ʼ⁶ Blumhardt’s
assumption here is that oneness entails a uniformity of belief. The Church’s
oneness means that I must believe what you believe and vice versa.⁷
The problem with such readings of the text, which stress ideal social
harmony above all else, is that they fail to recognize what is at the foundation
of John’s narrative. Jesus’ prayer in John 17 must be read in light of John’s use
of oneness language throughout the gospel. As Andrew Byers puts it,
‘approaches that understand “one” as signifying a unity of social harmony or
a unity of function or mission do not sufficiently take this prior narrative
development into interpretative account.’⁸ Expanding this narrative develop-
ment further, Richard Bauckham notes that ‘The very ordinary little word
“one” was a theologically very potent word for the Jews of the Second Temple
period because of its occurrence in the Shema.’⁹ It would not have escaped a
Jewish audience’s attention that John is repeatedly making reference to a
³ Note, as will become clear shortly, the position I articulate in this book emphasizes the oneness of
the Church as grounded in the oneness of Trinitarian persons, not only the Father and the Son.
⁴ Bauckham, 2015: 40.
⁵ See McCall (2021: chapter 5) for a discussion of the Trinitarian implications of John 17.
⁶ Blumhardt, 2019: 86.
⁷ For a critique of ecumenical readings of John, see Minear (1978: 5–13). ⁸ Byers, 2017: 144.
⁹ Bauckham, 2015: 23.
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crucial liturgical and doctrinal text. The Shema is perhaps the closest analogue
to the Christian use of the Lord’s Prayer, the twice daily recitation of the lines:
‘Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one’ (Deut. 6:4) would mean that
John’s oneness language was immediately recognizable. Just as mentioning the
two words, ‘Our Father’ has the power to connote the meaning and words of the
whole of the Lord’s Prayer, the seemingly innocuous word, ‘one’ is theologically
loaded and thus has important implications for understanding John’s usage of
the term.
As Byers argues, ‘In Jesus’ prayer, the multi-layered strands of ecclesial,
Christological, and theological oneness interfuse in an abbreviated but complex
polyphony.’¹⁰ Throughout the gospel, John uses oneness language in direct
reference to the Shema (‘we have one Father’ (8:41)), but also in application to
Christ (‘the Father and I are one’ (10:30)), and Christ’s flock (‘one flock, one
Shepherd’ (10:16)). John is pulling from a variety of sources. For instance, as well
as alluding to the Shema, John draws from the messianic texts of Ezekiel 34 and
37 and its reference to the ‘one Shepherd’ and the ‘one king’ who will unite the
divided nations of Israel. Thus, John’s use of ‘one’ in the gospel is both intentional
and cumulative; he aims at a careful weaving together of the oneness theology of
the Shema with the messianic and national emphases on the one Shepherd who
has come to regather God’s one people. As Byers summarizes, ‘To be “one” in
Johannine perspective is to be (re)gathered into the divine community of the
Father (Israel’s “one” God) and Jesus (the “one” messianic king).’¹¹
Yet, it is notable that whilst John is emphasizing a new social reality in
Christ, that the use of oneness language to refer to God’s people is not entirely
novel. Oneness language is not uncommon in Hebrew Scripture in referring to
God’s people and their places of worship.¹² Consider Bauckham’s discussion
of the one temple, for example:
A pagan might well ask why the Jews did not have many temples. The answer
given by Josephus is that the one God should be worshipped in one temple
where his one people worship him. This may not immediately seem to make
logical sense. Why should not the one God be worshipped in many temples?
But the correlation of one God, one temple, one law, one people makes much
more sense when we realize that at work in these passages is the idea that
God’s people are unified by their allegiance to one God.¹³
The emphasis in John’s use of such language in chapter 17, then, stresses not
social harmony, but rather, ‘social identity construction around Israel’s God’.¹⁴
In other words, the foundation of ecclesial oneness can be found only in the
work of the one God, and not by enforcing organizational structures and
ecumenical initiatives onto the Church from outside.
Yet, we must see that John does not merely extend the oneness language of
Ezekiel to Christ and Christ’s flock, he also presses these familiar theological
contexts to develop new conclusions. John’s words in 17:26 (‘they may be one,
as we are one, I in them and you in me’), ‘express participation within the
divine reality of the Father–Son interrelation’.¹⁵ That is, these words speak not
only of one people in a way that powerfully reflects God’s identity—as in the
use of oneness language in Hebrew Scripture—but also, the oneness of these
people is a metaphysical reality in Christ through the work of the Holy Spirit.
Put differently, ‘Jesus does not just pray that the disciples will share in his
mission; beyond a task-orientated or functional unity, Jesus prays that this
new social entity will actually share in his preexistent divine glory.’¹⁶ The
Church is a social entity in which God’s people share in the life of Christ.
And it is this entity the present book seeks to explore. While there are many
important issues in the study of ecclesiology, my focus is squarely on the issue
of the Church’s oneness in Christ through the work of the Holy Spirit, and
subsequently, the implications of this for the practice and work of the Church.
2. Individualism vs Collectivism
However, before offering a model of the Church’s social unity in Christ (in
Chapters 2–3), this chapter will pause to consider an important precursor to
this discussion, namely, the relationship between individual members of the
Church and the community as a whole. For whilst John 17 presents a
distinctive vision of the Church’s social unity in Christ, it is sometimes
thought that John’s view of humanity is distinctively individualistic.
Repeatedly, we see characters emerge from John’s narrative who encounter
lead more or less unconsciously to the watering down and almost the
abolition of personal sin, with the recognition only of social guilt and
responsibilities . . . a situation—or likewise an institution, a structure, society
itself—is not in itself the subject of moral acts. Hence a situation cannot in
itself be good or bad. At the heart of every situation of sin are always to be
found sinful people.²⁴
²¹ As the pseudonymous author Johannes Climacus puts it, ‘presumably we can be baptized en
masse but can never be reborn en masse’ (Kierkegaard, 1985: 19).
²² Kirkegaard, 2000: 9. ²³ Kirkegaard, 1967: 2:2044.
²⁴ John Paul II, 1984: 16. Thanks to D.T. Everhart for bringing this to my attention. Everhart’s
(forthcoming) discussion of individualism draws out many important features of the discussion of
individualism and collectivism and its application to theology.
²⁵ There is a live debate concerning Pauline notions of individualism in the field. Simeon Zahl
(2021) helpfully summarizes much of this debate and suggests some ways forwards.
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once scolded for using the term ‘individuals’ and told instead to use the term
‘persons’; since ‘there are no such things as individuals, but only persons.’
I have been pressed to see that passages in the New Testament typically used to
refer to individuals, ‘your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit’ (1 Cor. 6:19)
actually use the plural second-person pronoun in Greek, which is left ambigu-
ous by the English ‘your’ (perhaps a good case can be made for the inclusion of
a Texan ‘y’all’ here).²⁶ Indeed, the emphasis on the one temple, which
Bauckham attributes to Josephus, would appear to reinforce this idea. Often,
it seems this collectivist argument is a reaction to the prominence of individu-
alism in Western evangelicalism, in which the doctrines of the Church have
been distorted into claims only about individual salvation and personal rela-
tionship with God, ignoring the obviously communal emphases of the New
Testament.²⁷ The final nail in the coffin for the individualist, according to
some, is that contemporary psychology proves that human persons are inher-
ently social creatures; our ideas and minds are shaped collectively by those we
come into contact with, and so the idol of modernist individualism has come
crashing down through the empirical discoveries of the past century.²⁸
The problem, or so I will argue in this chapter, is that both ‘individualism’
and ‘collectivism’ are too loosely defined to be instructive in this context. For
instance, a rejection of individualism sometimes appears to be an assertion
that social wholes are important to take seriously. At other times those
attacking individualism appear to be claiming that social wholes are somehow
more real than individuals or deserve to have explanatory priority. Some
people simply seem to mean that human thought is developed in community.
These different senses of individualism are clearly not equivalent. More
precision is needed if we are to make progress in thinking about the Church
as a social reality in Christ. The remainder of this chapter is devoted to this
issue of specifying the relationship between individual persons and social
wholes. It is my contention that the opposing camps depicted above are not
really disagreeing substantially, but rather, disagreeing about what individu-
alism means. I expand this discussion in two directions. First, I consider
Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s discussion of anthropology and ecclesiology in
Sanctorum Communio as he seeks to offer a middle way between philosophical
²⁶ A note on ‘y’all’. I have it on good authority from a Texan colleague that this term originates from
Texas, despite its widespread use in other states. For those who disagree, you can take up the issue with
him.
²⁷ Again, see Zahl’s (2021) discussion of individualism and soteriology for a helpful explication of
this argument and a response to it.
²⁸ For a fuller discussion of this claim in relation to the Church, see Strawn and Brown (2020).
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The tragedy of all idealist philosophy was that it never ultimately broke
through to personal spirit. However, its monumental perception, especially
in Hegel, was that the principle of spirit is something objective, extending
beyond everything individual—that there is an objective spirit, the spirit of
sociality, which is distinct in itself from all individual spirit. One task is to
affirm the latter without denying the former, to retain the perception without
committing the error.³⁷
The Hegelian does not affirm the importance of the individual in the com-
munity to a sufficient degree, according to Bonhoeffer, thereby leading to an
absorption of the I into the thou, in which individuals are no longer separable
as individuals. In contrast, Christian thought, Bonhoeffer contends, affirms
the emphasis on the communal without losing the individual in the crowd. In
fact, to even make sense of the emphasis on sociality, we need a distinctive
notion of the individual, Bonhoeffer thinks; ‘social intention is inconceivable
without structural “closedness”, because no intimate act is conceivable without
corresponding openness.’³⁸ For Bonhoeffer, the human person is both struc-
turally open and structurally closed. As Clifford Green summarizes this
tension in Bonhoeffer’s account of the person, ‘If the premise of theological
anthropology is that the human person exists in relation to God, then the
human counterpart of this is person in relation to person. This is the I–You
relation: persons are independent, willing subjects who exist in relation to
others.’³⁹
Recall that, for Bonhoeffer, the purpose of developing this anthropology is
to inform our understanding of the community of the Church, a community
constituted by many such persons. Thus, he moves from discussing the nature
of the person to considering questions which concern the relationship between
individual persons and communities, more generally. Bonhoeffer asks:
Does the social unity then involve more than personal interactions, and if so,
how should we conceive it? Or does the social unity consist solely of these
interactions? In theological terms, does God intend by community some-
thing that absorbs the individual human being into itself, or does God intend
only the individual? Or are community and individual both intended by God
in their distinctive significance?⁴⁰
In the Civil Rights movement in the United States led by Dr Martin Luther
King, Jr, the community of African-Americans encountered the white com-
munity with an urgent ethical claim for justice and freedom. Just as in ethical
encounters between individual people, the black community resisted the
injustices perpetuated by the white community, and challenged the white
community to make a responsible answer in legislation, economic policy and
social behaviour and customs.⁴²
The universal person of God does not think of people as isolated individual
beings, but in a natural state of communication with other human beings . . . .
God created man and woman directed to one another. God does not desire a
history of individual human beings, but the history of the human community . . . .
In God’s eyes, community and individual exist in the same moment and rest
in one another. The collective unit and the individual unit have the same
structure in God’s eyes. On these basic-relations rest the concepts of the
religious community and the church.⁴³
What is the metaphysical status of such persons? And what is the relation
between individual and communal persons for Bonhoeffer? As Mawson clari-
fies, the relationship is complex: ‘while collective persons “transcend all
individuals” and achieve independence from them, collective persons in turn
are themselves “incomprehensible without the correlate of personal, individual
being”. In the primal state, a community as a collective person both emerges
from and requires persons as self-conscious willing individuals.’⁴⁴ According
to Koert Verhagen, while Bonhoeffer thinks that the individual and the
community have a mutually constitutive relationship, it is important to see
that God’s relational presence to individuals is logically prior to God’s
relationship with community.⁴⁵ So, while there is never a moment when the
individual and community are not enmeshed, God’s relational presence to
individuals must come first.
There are important implications from Bonhoeffer’s discussion for the
present discussion, even if some of the metaphysical claims are difficult to
render in precise analytic terms. For instance, in Bonhoeffer’s qualification of
the idealist position he puts his finger on an important issue, namely, that
structural openness, or a relational view of human persons, does not entail a
downplaying of individuals. Moreover, it is possible, Bonhoeffer thinks, to
claim that God values communities and holds communities responsible,
without thereby diminishing the importance of individuals and their respon-
sibility before God. Thus, if Bonhoeffer is right, we can affirm the psycho-
logical insights that highlight the importance of interaction for human thought
without claiming that communities are amorphous, and that salvation is
en masse. For Bonhoeffer, communities are dependent on individuals in an
important sense: without individuals there are no communities. And thus, we
can already see that the individualism vs collectivism debate is founded
on illegitimate premises and ill-defined terms. However, there is clearly
work to be done in specifying these arguments to explain just where the
tension may or may not lie between the individualist and the collectivist.
Here, contemporary analytic philosophical work can be of service to the
theological task in much the same way that Bonhoeffer sees Hegelian meta-
physics offering insight.
In his influential book The Common Mind, Philip Pettit explicitly addresses
the issue this chapter seeks to explore, namely, the relationship between
individualism and collectivism. The context of Pettit’s discussion is that of
political philosophy, and thus, just as Bonhoeffer approaches the social phil-
osophy of his time, we too must be careful in importing the conclusions of
Pettit’s thesis wholesale into theology.
Pettit argues that much of the discussion surrounding individualism and its
implications conflates two important but distinct issues in social ontology,
namely, ‘the vertical issue’ and the ‘horizontal issue’. He summarizes the two
issues as follows.
The first issue has to do whether individual agents are compromised in their
agency by aggregate social regularities, whether a knowledge of how these
regularities work would undermine our view of those agents as intentional
and thinking subjects . . . the issue . . . is vertical in character. It bears on how
far individual agents are affected, as it were, from above; in part-whole terms
the issue is whether the whole is more than the sum of its parts.⁴⁶
behaviour of the individual constituent members of this social group. The issue
at the heart of this debate is thus, ‘whether the intentional subject, as the
individualists hold, enjoys the control over herself, the capacity to have thought
or done otherwise, which intentional psychology imputes to normal human
beings; or whether that autarchy is compromised, as collectivists allege, by the
presence of structural regularities of an overriding or outflanking character.’⁵⁰
Secondly, in answer to the horizontal issue, ‘Atomists deny and holists
maintain that individual agents non-causally depend on their social relations
with one another for some of their distinctive capacities.’⁵¹ We have already
seen one example of holism in Bonhoeffer’s defence of Hegelian anthropology.
Pettit outlines a similar account in his own defence of holism:
The crucial issue at stake for our purposes is to note the ways in which these
issues are conflated in discussions of individualism. For instance, it is sometimes
held that a defence of the interdependence of human thought on social relations
(i.e. a defence of holism) entails a rejection of individualism. But really what is
being claimed is that atomism is false. As Pettit goes on to argue, one’s answer to
the vertical issue does not entail that one must give a specific answer to the
horizontal question. There is no reason, he argues, to think that individualism
entails atomism, even if these theses have often been defended together. Indeed,
his own position is that individualism and holism are the correct positions to
hold. It is this clarification, I think, which can help shed light on the seeming
impasse between the opposing sides in the theological debate.
Pettit’s argument for individualist holism depends on the philosophical
notion of supervenience.⁵³ Put simply, ‘A set of properties A supervenes
upon another set B just in case no two things can differ with respect to
A-properties without also differing with respect to their B-properties. In slogan
⁵⁴ McLaughlin and Bennett, 2018. ⁵⁵ This is List and Pettit’s analogy (2011: 3–5).
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The most valuable insight afforded by Pettit’s discussion, I think, is the helpful
pulling apart of individualism and atomism. Much of the prior discussion can
be sharpened by interpreting it through this lens. For instance, to return to our
initial discussion of John, we can see that one interpretation of the apparent
disagreement between Byers and Bauckham is to note that Baukcham
endorses individualism and Byers endorses holism, along with a realist ontol-
ogy of communities. If Pettit is right, then these positions are not in conflict at
all. That is, one can claim, with Bauckham, that individuals are the most basic
building block of social reality and take precedence over communities, but also
agree with Byers that human beings are irreducibly communal and that talk of
communities is not reducible to individual explanations. Similarly, we can
claim that Kierkegaard was right in aiming to draw the individual from the
crowd (which is precisely Bonhoeffer’s worry in insisting that the human
person is structurally closed), but still argue that the human capacity to
think is dependent on social relationships.⁵⁸ Defending individualism and
holism allows the theologian to have their cake and eat it, so to speak. That
is, it allows us to affirm the priority and importance of individuals without
losing the emphasis on the community. Similarly, Bonhoeffer’s resistance to
the Hegelian notion of structural openness shows that individuals enjoy a kind
of priority in our thinking which means that we should reject the notion that
individuals and collectives can come apart. But this does not mean that we
must think of collectives as some metaphysically spooky entity to add to our
no one else can fix Paula’s will for her either, not even God. To the extent to
which God fixes Paula’s will, he wills for Paula a certain state of Paula’s will.
But, then, to that extent, what is in Paula is God’s will, not Paula’s . . . . if God
determines Paula’s will, then the only will operative in Paula is God’s will. In
that case, there will not be two wills to bring into union with each other . . . .
Union between Paula’s will and God’s will is not established by such means;
it is obviated or destroyed.⁶²
⁵⁹ In a recent article, Simeon Zahl (2021) has argued that the debate between ‘individualism’ and
‘communalism’ in Pauline studies rests on an oversimplification of both positions.
⁶⁰ Thanks to Derek King for this objection. See King (2021) and Crisp (2022) for a development of
this objection.
⁶¹ Pettit, 1996: 155. ⁶² Stump, 2010: 158–9. ⁶³ See Kittle, 2015.
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person, influencing the human being as one person influences another (albeit
making use of some of His extraordinary powers in doing so), seeking to evoke
responses, voluntary and otherwise from the other person, somewhat as each
of us seeks to evoke responses from others.’⁶⁴ On both accounts, individual
agency is influenced by divine agency, but never overridden.
However, adopting such an account of libertarianism will strike many as
problematic. We might think, for instance, that Paul’s dramatic conversion on
the road to Damascus (Acts 9:1–19) is clearly a case in which Paul’s will is
overridden by God. For some, the admittance that God can’t bring about faith
in Paul is too high a price to pay in order to retain the autonomy of the
individual.
Luckily, there is a more straightforward approach, which I think can ensure
that the central thrust of Pettit’s distinction is retained without wedding our
view to libertarianism and quiescence. That is, we might claim that individu-
alism rules out the overriding or outflanking of a person’s will by social
aggregate forces but remains agnostic on whether an individual’s will is ever
overridden or outflanked by divine agency. It is important to see that what
Pettit’s individualism seeks to rule out is the kind of emergent or dualistic
social theory that dominates nineteenth- and twentieth-century social theory.
But whatever the causal power of divine agents in social explanations is, it
seems strange to think of their status as akin to aggregate social regularities.
The agency of the Holy Spirit is not akin to the agency of an impersonal and
elusive social Geist. The persons of the Trinity are persons and agents, capable
of acting within social groups and causally affecting individuals. A social
ontology that refers to the persons of the Trinity but excludes appealing to
the social Geist is broadly within the spirit of individualism, I think, even if
many of its proponents may be sceptical of allowing divine agency to feature in
such explanations. In other words, the thesis defended in this book is that
there is nothing more to the community of the Church than the agents that
comprise it. This claim is true so long as ‘the agents that comprise it’ include
both divine persons and human persons.
6. Conclusion
In this chapter, I have argued that the apparent conflict in thinking about the
relationship between the individual and the community is superficial. Many of
2
One Spirit
The Church as a Group Agent
Ecclesiology wrestles with the truth that the church is at one and at the same
time both united and divided. It knows itself to be united in Christ; its unity is
part of its confession; but it also knows itself to be lamentably divided . . . the
fact of the fragmentation of the one church is the almost unbearable paradox
that confronts ecclesiology.³
¹ This chapter adapts some material from previously published work (see Cockayne 2019a, 2020a).
It is reused with permission.
² Torrance, 2016: 252. ³ Avis, 2018: 24.
Explorations in Analytic Ecclesiology: That They May be One. Joshua Cockayne, Oxford University Press.
© Joshua Cockayne 2022. DOI: 10.1093/oso/9780192844606.003.0002
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preposterous because there was then no proof of such a thing. Another
chapter of the tale she chose not to reveal. In all her torrent of sobbing and
talk she never mentioned the name of Callendar.
When they had become more quiet, Lily kissed her and said, “You have
been too unhappy. You must stay now with me ... forever, if you like. You
must study and become a great musician. I am rich. I can help you.... If you
won’t take the money, you can borrow it from me and pay me back when
you are successful and famous....”
Lily rose languidly and brought a bottle of cologne and they both bathed
their eyes. All the strangeness was gone now. Their tears, in the way of
women, had brought them close to each other. The sun had come out and
the little park was filled by its slanting rays. Belowstairs one of the tall
windows opened and they heard on the gravel of the terrace the slow steps
of blind Madame Gigon who, wrapped in an antiquated coat of fur and
followed by the dogs, was moving up and down in the unaccustomed
warmth. There was something in the sound which, as they listened, filled
the room with the atmosphere of a conspiracy. For an instant the current of
kinship ran swift and high, as high indeed as it had run in the old days when
all the clan assembled for the annual feast at Shane’s Castle.
“She is growing feeble,” observed Lily. “Think of it. She’s eighty-five.”
Life was short. Only a little time before Madame Gigon had been a
young widow come to the school of Mademoiselle Violet de Faux to teach,
among others, an awkward young American called Julia Shane.
When Ellen had gone to her own room, she sat for a time before the fire,
thinking, and slowly the face which she saw reflected in the dim old mirror
began, though it was quite alone in the room, to smile back at her. It had not
been difficult. It was all done now. The future was certain. She had gotten
what was necessary, without asking for it; in some inexplicable fashion,
quite without any planning, it had happened. She had not even been forced
to say that all she had in the world were the seven francs that lay in the
sunlight on the Louis Quinze console.
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I N this one fleeting instant life had been briefly a perfect and exquisite
thing. In the great house, surrounded by beauty, by warmth and
friendliness, the past and, even for a time, the future did not exist. It was a
moment which could not have endured; with such a person as Ellen a
moment of that sort might have been called a miracle to have happened at
all. As the months passed the very comfort which surrounded her
degenerated into a sort of dulness. After a time, Lily returned to her beloved
south and there remained in the house only Ellen, Madame Gigon and Jean.
The endless talk of Lily’s guardian, which in the beginning had seemed
vaguely diverting, became in the end merely the garrulity of a childish old
woman. But there were worse things to bear.
She soon discovered that Lily, in her indifference, had virtually given
over the house to Madame Gigon, and the old woman, poverty-stricken
until Lily appeared on her horizon in need of a companion and watchdog,
now used it to make up for all the years she had spent alone in a single
room in a Versailles pension. Her friends were coming and going
constantly, at the most inconvenient times, an endless procession of dowdy
widows and spinsters. It was their habit to fortify themselves in the great
drawing-room at just the moment chosen by Ellen for her practising. This
they did with an air of the utmost assurance, as if their great age in some
fashion gave them precedence over all else in this world. Thus they would
sit for hours talking volubly in a tongue which so far as Ellen was
concerned might have been Greek or Roumanian. But gradually as she
came to understand a word here and there, the mystery surrounding their
impassioned conversation was dissipated, and out of the fog there emerged
the prosaic fact that their excitement had no foundation. They became as
wild over the price of cheese or the health of Criquette as if they had been
engaged in a battle to preserve la glorie de la patrie. Yet they were all rich;
the very fingers which they shook so violently in the excess of their
excitement glittered with diamonds and emeralds. And presently, as her
knowledge of French increased, Ellen came to the dismal realization that
the bulk of their talk was concerned with gossip. Gathered in a cluster about
the blind old woman, they tore reputations as they might have torn cheese
cloth. The words “maîtresse” and “intrigue” leapt from the conference a
score of times within a single afternoon. Heads wagged and crêpe flowed,
(for all of them were so old that they were perpetually in mourning for a
husband or a brother or sister; indeed, they went beyond this and mourned
darkly the demise of the most remote cousins). Madame de Cyon, the
youngest of the lot and the one whom Mrs. Callendar had mentioned so
long ago, had a way of narrowing her green eyes and saying, “Tiens!
Tiens!” over some choice morsel, with an air of sniffing a bad smell. There
were times when Ellen felt that if she said “Tiens! Tiens!” another time she
would strangle her. Madame de Cyon was Russian but no better than the
rest. They were all, Ellen came to understand, like the women of the Town;
they visited Madame Gigon because she was blind and did not go out, and
the remainder of their time, it seemed, was spent in collecting morsels for
the delectation of the old woman.
There was but one thing which diverted the stream of their gossip and
this was the mention of the sacred name of Bonaparte. She gathered, after a
time, that there was a Prince Bonaparte in whom the existence of all of
them had found its core. She learned to her astonishment that they ignored
the very existence of the Republic. A tottering old man, the son of a
plumber’s daughter and a dubious prince who was a homicide (all this she
gathered from their talk) was, to them, a shining figure invested with all the
glory of the Corsican’s golden bees.
At length, when she could bear it no longer, Ellen had a piano brought in
and placed in one of the great empty chambers in the gallery above the
drawing-room, and there she played for hours in defiance of “le Prince” and
his court of old women belowstairs. There were times when the music
(especially the compositions of some of the hateful new composers) became
so violent that it threatened to drown the gossip of Madame Gigon’s
cronies. At such moments the blind old woman would raise her sightless
eyes toward the ceiling and observe to the others, “That is Madame Shane’s
cousin. She is a violent woman (une femme sauvage).... She suffers from an
excess of élan.”
At which Madame de Cyon would wag her head and observe, “Tiens!
Tiens! Perhaps if she had a lover it would help! A young widow like
that....”
During the long months two things sustained her. One was, of course, the
old passion for her music. The other was Jean. As they came to know each
other, a warm and touching affection developed between them, for the boy,
despite the good manners and the quiet grave charm born of his long
association with older people, had in him a spark which the presence of his
cousin fanned into a flame. The life he led was, to be sure, of a queer sort ...
a life spent almost entirely within the walls of the beautiful old house with
little company save old Madame Gigon, her fat dogs and the fussy music
master who came twice a week to give him lessons. It was a somber, quiet
life which changed only during the delirious summer months when, in
company with his mother and old Madame Gigon, he went to stay in the
country at Germigny l’Evec in the lodge of the park owned by Madame’s
nephew, the Baron. There he could ride a pony, sometimes alone and
sometimes following his mother and the Baron on their long rides at early
morning through the damp forest on the opposite bank of the Marne. And
there were the farmer’s boys for playmates.
But in winter everything was changed. Until his cousin came from
America he played alone day after day in the little park dominated by the
white pavilion. The fascination of having a cousin ... a real new cousin ...
seemed likely to endure forever. Indeed the power of the novelty was so
great that at times he slyly deserted old Madame Gigon and made his way
secretly up the long stairs and along the gallery to sit on the floor outside
Ellen’s door and listen, breathless, to the flood of music that welled up to
fill all the house.
When Ellen took him walking in the Bois she did not, like his mother,
walk in an indolent regal fashion; she moved rapidly, quite the way a person
ought to walk, and she talked of the people they passed and sometimes even
halted beside the pond and threw stones far out into the water.
The boy was, at that time, her only companion for, shut in by her
ignorance of French and an incurable dislike for the stringy American
students who sometimes sought her acquaintance, she had no opportunity
for making friends. Yet she was content to be lonely, for she had always
been so, save in two brief moments ... once when she had been overcome
by the presence of Callendar and again when Lily had wept and embraced
her. Jean worshiped her without claiming any part of her. He was, in this,
like his mother, for Lily, in the wisdom and indolence of her nature, allowed
Ellen to go her own way. It may have been that in this grain of wisdom lay
the secret of her charm and her power even over the old women who came
to gather about Madame Gigon’s chair and gossip. They succumbed to her
like all the others, like the Baron....
There were times when the presence of César troubled Ellen. During all
those months the first hatred she had for him failed to abate; she came to
tolerate him, perhaps because she saw that it was necessary just as once it
had been necessary to tolerate Mr. Wyck and the Bunces. She must have
known that he worked against her. Yet in a strange, abstract fashion, she
was able to understand the fascination of his hard and wiry masculinity. It
was, of course, a thing which she herself could not have suffered for an
instant, but she understood that to Lily it was a necessity. Beyond this point,
however, her shrewd mind was unable to penetrate; it was impossible to fix
the relationship of the pair. Lily never spoke of him, save in the most casual
fashion. Indeed, Ellen, who could not bring herself to pry into such matters,
never knew whether the Baron had been at Nice with her cousin or whether
he had met her at the railway station. Madame Gigon spoke of him as her
devoted nephew. She praised his virtues, and his constant presence at the
house she interpreted as an interest in herself. At times Ellen could have
cried out, “Rot! It’s not your nephew who’s supporting you and making you
comfortable. It’s Lily. And it’s not you that he comes to see. It’s Lily.”
But she said nothing. The strangest thing of all was that she did not
much care what their relationship might be. Once it might have disturbed
her; now she looked upon it as a matter of no concern, a thing which had
nothing to do with her. Yet there were moments in the evenings when,
sitting with them in the long drawing-room, she felt vague, faint envy of her
cousin. They came in the long silences when she would suddenly discover
that Lily, so happy, so radiant, so lovely, in the long gowns of black velvet
which she wore in the evening, was watching the Baron as he sat smoking
his pipe, his feet stretched out before him toward the fire. The dogs adored
him. He was the one person for whom they would desert Madame Gigon.
It was then that Ellen became conscious of her loneliness as a distant,
almost physical pain. She learned to kill the pain. Usually she rose, lighted
a cigarette, and sitting at the piano, fell to playing wild and boisterous
music out of the music halls.
Miss Rebecca Schönberg did not abandon her. She came once or twice to
the house, where her bright shiny eyes penetrated every corner. She
inspected, absorbed Madame Gigon and, having exhausted the possibilities
of the old woman, put her forever out of her mind. She would, no doubt,
have found marvelous material in Lily and the Baron but, as chance had it,
they were never present. She took Ellen with her to the theater and twice to
the opera, once to hear the inevitable Louise and once to hear
Götterdämmerung, with all the guttural power of its German diction ironed
out into smooth, elegant French. They called it Le Crêpuscule des Dieux, a
whimsy which caused Ellen endless mirth. And at the end of two months,
the restless Jewess having placed Ellen with an excellent teacher of French,
left the Ritz and set out to visit an aunt who was married to a rich Gentile
merchant in Riga.
But before she left she said to Ellen, “When I return we will arrange
some entertainments. You must know the right people. That is vastly
important. You must be modern, because during the next ten years to be
modern will be to be chic.”
It occurred to Ellen that Miss Schönberg, with remarkable speed, had
undertaken the position of guide and messenger toward the heights of
success. She was like a trainer who had taken in charge a new animal to
teach it a whole set of tricks. She did not protest, because Rebecca
Schönberg did not annoy her; on the contrary she was vastly amusing. In
her restless energy there was a quality akin to the vitality of Ellen herself.
They went everywhere; they saw everything; they absorbed the people
about them, and returned late at night as fresh as they had started.
“Vitality,” observed Rebecca, as they lunched at the Ritz on the day she
left for Riga, “is nine-tenths of success. With one grain of genius and nine
of vitality, any one can succeed.”
As she made this observation, she regarded Ellen with an intense and
speculative scrutiny. The girl was looking about her with a naïve interest in
the people who sat near them. Her whole manner was one of a vast wonder,
as if she thought, “I, Ellen Tolliver, lunching at the Ritz in Paris. It is not
possible that I am awake!” Miss Schönberg must have seen that she was
still a bit crude, still not quite free of the multitude, but she had an
unmistakable air, a certain distinction born in her which had to do with the
superb poise of the head, the slight arch of the nose and the line of the
throat. It had been sharpened and polished mysteriously during the few
months in Paris. The clothes were right for her style ... simple almost to
severity, fitting the tall, strong, energetic body to perfection. They came
from dressmakers, Miss Schönberg reflected, who knew their business.
Madame Shane must have had taste to have guided the girl so well. A touch
here and there and she would be perfect. What she lacked was a sense of the
bizarre which the public expected from artists. There was plenty of time to
accomplish that....
“As I was saying,” continued Miss Schönberg, over her coupe marron,
“vitality is everything. I once saw Mary Garden at a rehearsal on a stage
cluttered by the jumbled scenery of Pelléas and Melisande. There were
scores of people on the stage ... carpenters, musicians, a director, journalists
... all alive and moving about, but one didn’t see them. One saw only Mary
moving back and forth, in and out among them. No one else existed. It was
a case of vitality. She is ninety-nine per cent. vitality ... nothing else. She
hypnotizes the public. Why, she has even adapted the French language to
suit her own ideas.”
The men and women who sat at the adjoining tables must have found
them an interesting pair; they were both so neat, so trim, so raffiné. It was
not without reason that more than one person, in the years that followed,
spoke of Ellen as resembling a fine greyhound. The one, it was plain, was a
Jewess and very likely, if one could judge from the bright shrewd eyes, a
clever one. The other might have been anything ... Russian, French,
American, Hungarian; it was impossible to say. And she was young and
handsome.
“You must exercise,” continued Miss Schönberg, “so as not to lose your
figure or your vitality.”
So after Miss Schönberg had gone, Ellen took up riding, a thing she had
not done since the days when, as a wild young girl, she had ridden her
grandfather’s horses over fences and ditches without a saddle. And in the
Bois, as in the Ritz, people came to notice her, that she rode magnificently
and was dressed by the best of habit makers. Presently, Lily’s friend Paul
Schneidermann, who sometimes called at the house in the Rue Raynouard
to see young Jean, took to riding with her. He was a languid young man,
devoted to the arts, who led a sybaritic life, but he came presently to rise at
dawn in order to ride by her side through the dewy park.
In those days, she did not forget her mother; on the contrary she wrote to
her more frequently than she had ever done, and her letters were real letters,
filled with the details of her progress. She wrote that Sanson had placed her
with the proper teachers, that she had been to see the great Philippe and that
everything had been arranged for her to work under him. She described
Rebecca Schönberg.
Sometimes in the letters that came from the Town, Ellen discerned a note
of subdued and passionate jealousy which had, somehow, taken the place of
her mother’s old distrust of Lily. She understood all that well enough:
Hattie Tolliver hated Lily for giving her daughter all those things which she
had herself desired so earnestly to give. But there was in Hattie’s letters no
sense of remoteness, not the faintest note of her having yielded the
possession of her daughter. She treated Ellen still as a little girl. She saw her
still as she had seen her on that last afternoon, a stiff, proud, awkward girl
carrying her skates as she stepped through the door of the Tolliver house
into the bright sunlight on her way to Walker’s Pond.
40
I T was the death of old Julia Shane which set in motion the next event of
importance to the Tollivers. Things happened like that in their family. For
a time all would go forward, much as a wave moving in a great smooth
swell approaches a reef, until presently some event interrupted and the
courses of their lives had all to be redirected. The old woman was, perhaps,
the center, the one who at that moment held all the skeins in her withered
bony fingers. She chose at last to die, and so brought Lily back to the Town
and freed her niece, the faithful Hattie.
Together they cared for old Julia; together they sat by the side of her bed
and slowly, under the circumstances, being so close to death, there grew up
between them a new and unaccustomed affection. It was Lily herself who, a
day or two before her mother died, told Hattie that the old story about her
having had a child was true. The existence of Jean shocked Mrs. Tolliver
less than might have been expected, less even than she herself had expected
it to do, perhaps because always deep in her heart she was certain that Lily
had had a child born out of wedlock. It was old gossip, which she had
endeavored always to crush, yet it was gossip which she knew had its
foundations in truth. She knew it, always, just as she knew the days when it
was certain to rain or to be windy. She could not have explained the feeling,
save that she had always distrusted Lily’s charm. One could not be like Lily
and still be a good woman....
For the sake of morality, she made known with an acute frankness her
disapproval of such conduct, and when this had been done in conscientious
fashion she came to the subject nearest to her heart, the question which
interested her more profoundly at that moment than anything in the world.
It happened a day or two after the funeral when the old Julia, dressed for
the last time in her mauve taffeta, was borne through the Flats past Mills
made silent by the long awaited strike, up to the bleak hill where they
buried her by the side of her brother-in-law, Jacob Barr, the pioneer.
The two cousins, Lily and Hattie, sat together in the gloomy drawing-
room before a fire of cannel coal, surrounded by pictures which stood in
piles against the wall and rosewood furniture wrapped in ghostly
cheesecloth. Shane’s Castle, they both knew sadly, would no longer be a
source of talk and excitement for the Town. Harvey Seton need no longer
view it distantly with all the cold horror of a Calvinist. Its history was
ended; there would never be within its walls another gathering of the clan.
The gentle melancholy which filled the old house had, it seemed, an
effect upon the two women. Lily, clad in a loose gown of black velvet, sat
watching her cousin with a curious look of speculation. She was as lovely
as she had always been, so lovely, so gentle, so amiable that the Spartan
Hattie in heart could not believe that she had changed her scandalous way
of living. The older woman was, as usual, busy; it was as if her tireless
fingers could cease only in sleep or in death. She sat now mending a bit of
old lace which they had found while ransacking the vast attics of Shane’s
Castle.
“I will mend it and send it to Ellen,” she said. “It is fine lace, better than
anything she will be able to get in Paris.”
Lily smiled, perhaps because Hattie thought so little of Paris and the
laces it might offer, perhaps because it seemed to her that lace was so wildly
inappropriate to Ellen. What was lace to a creature so proud and fierce, so
ruthless? For she had discovered what the others had not known and what
Hattie, even in the moments when her daughter hurt her most savagely,
would never believe—that Ellen was ruthless.
“I am trusting you,” she murmured over the lace, “to look out for Ellen.
She is young and even if she is a widow she knows little of the world.”
Lily smiled again. She thought, “As if it were possible for any man to
seduce Ellen unless she chose to be seduced. She was born knowing the
world!”
“Do you think she knows her way about with you away from her?”
Lily leaned forward and touched her cousin’s strong, skilful fingers.
“Don’t fret over Ellen,” she said. “Why, Ellen is safer in Paris than I am.
Nothing can ever happen to Ellen....” She bent her head and the warm color
came into her cheeks. “I mean nothing of the sort that could happen to me.
Why, Ellen’s complete.... You don’t understand how independent she is. She
could go into the middle of Africa and land on her feet. She has no need of
friends or guardians. Why, she’s never even homesick.”
Hattie’s fingers paused in their work. “Never?” she asked in a low voice.
“Never?”
And Lily, understanding that she had hurt the proud woman, hastened to
add, “Oh, not that she doesn’t want to see you all. She speaks of you
constantly.... She wants some day to have you near her always.... You see,
now she has to work.... I don’t think you understand how ambitious she is.”
Slowly, as Lily spoke, the cloud passed a little from Mrs. Tolliver. When
her cousin had finished, she raised her head and said in a low voice, “Oh, I
know all that. I’ve been thinking about it all lately ... thinking a great deal.
Only I never understood why it was she never came home before she went
to you.”
“There were reasons,” said Lily. “Good reasons.... One was that she
hadn’t the money and wouldn’t ask you for it. She doesn’t know that I
discovered that ... but I did ... I know just how much money she had. When
she came to me, there were only seven francs left.... D’you know how much
that is? It’s a little more than a dollar. That’s all she had left. A girl who
would take such a risk is not likely to fail. You’ll see her famous some day,
Hattie. You can be sure of that. You’ll be proud of her.”
The fingers were busy again with the lace, and Lily knew suddenly that
she had hurt Mrs. Tolliver again, this time in quite a different fashion. She
had touched the old pride that had to do with money ... that curious, hard
vein of pride so incomprehensible to Lily who had never thought of money,
save only as something that was always at hand to make the wheels of life
run smoothly.
“To think,” murmured Mrs. Tolliver, “that there wasn’t enough money to
bring her home to me.” A tear slipping down the worn cheeks dropped into
the web of old lace and Lily hastened to speak.
“It wasn’t only that,” she said. “Money would have made little
difference. She couldn’t have come back.... She didn’t dare to come. You
see, she was discouraged.... How can I say it? She told me the whole story.
She said that if she had turned back then she would have been lost forever.
She would have turned into a pitiful old maid like Eva Barr. She could
never have married any one in the Town. There was no one with enough
spirit. The ones with spirit ... enough spirit for her, all leave the Town.”
Then after a silence: “You see the death of her husband was so tragic.... It
hurt her.”
For a second Mrs. Tolliver raised her head and faced the beautiful
cousin. “She never loved him.... I know that.”
Lily, a little frightened, kept silent for a time. She had come close to
betraying the awful secret. “No,” she said, presently. “I suppose she didn’t
love him. He was a creature without spirit ... a nice man, but no mate for an
eagle.”
“You knew him?” asked Hattie. “Where? You never told me that.”
“I met him on the train ... the last time I came here. I think,” she added
with a faint smile, “that he was a little épris of me ... a little taken by me. I
know the signs.... But he was terribly frightened ... timid like a rabbit.”
And then Mrs. Tolliver came round again to the old observation. “I
always said he wasn’t good enough for her. I couldn’t see why she had
anything to do with him.”
“Ah,” said Lily. “You don’t know your own daughter yet ... Hattie. He
helped her to escape.”
But she knew that Hattie would never believe such a thing.
O N a gray winter morning early in the year 1912, the Tolliver family
stood on the platform of the Town station, a dirty affair covered with
soot and shameful in a community so prosperous. There was no new
station because none could be built so long as Shane’s Castle stood upon the
only site worthy of so grandiose a building as the Town had planned. The
old woman was dead but her daughter Lily refused to sell, and Hattie
Tolliver, standing now on the platform with the air of a field marshal
surrounded by his troops, took satisfaction in this knowledge. Her family
was on the retreat now before the onslaught of the Mills and she herself
stood in command of the tiny rear guard.
“They’d give a lot for that land,” she remarked to her husband. “I hope
Lily will keep it. She doesn’t need the money.”
It was her parting shot at the Town. She stood now, free of it forever,
surrounded by her husband, her son Robert and the everlasting Gramp.
There was money in her pocket, money which Aunt Julia had left her, and
so there were no perils ahead for a little time at least. And in her heart there
were no qualms over leaving the place in which she had been born and
lived a life filled with petty cares and worries. She regarded it, on the
contrary, as a malignant desert from which two of her children had fled as
soon as they were able, a pest-hole filled with factories and furnaces which
had ruined her husband and forced her into poverty. She left nothing behind
her for which she had the faintest affection; for the dog was dead long since
of old age. Out of a family whose founder had settled the wilderness on this
spot, only one remained ... the hard and pious Eva Barr. They were all gone,
the uncles, the brothers, the cousins, the sisters ... all of them ... dead now or
gone out into the world.
Of this world, her ideas were still somewhat vague, for she never had
been outside the borders of the state: it was perhaps a great, roaring place
full of adventure, or again it might be very much like the county. It really
made very little difference; she was free now, with money in her pocket,
setting out at last in pursuit of her children.
A little way off, wrapped in a shawl and the coonskin coat, Gramp
Tolliver sat peering indifferently through the fog that had settled over the
Flats. In the depths of his heart, he respected his enemy. She stood there in
command of the party, beside her son and her husband, so self-assured, so
utterly fearless of the future. She might have been, he thought, a prophetess,
a leader in an Old Testament migration....
Only a week earlier there had been a skirmish between them over the
matter of his possessions. Hattie had been for leaving them behind
altogether with much of the family stuff; she had been for brushing aside
carelessly all his shelves of books, his beloved rocking chair and the
ponderous, antiquated desk. He would, she told him, be able to find all the
books he wanted in the libraries of so great a city as New York. (As if,
indeed, books out of libraries were the same as his own in which he had
written along the borders such remarks as “excellent,” “penetrating,” or
“tosh,” and “rubbish”!)
Gramp had learned long ago the great power which lay in simple inertia;
by taking no course of action, one became the possession of other people.
He knew that they could not cast him aside like a piece of old furniture. He
was a relative, a father; and one could not abandon a father. So he waited,
and when Hattie threatened not to send his books and chair and desk along
with him, he had refused to go at all and threatened her wickedly with the
awful scandal of staying behind and entering the poorhouse. He knew the
keeper well, he said (lying) and there at least they would let him keep his
books.
In the end he had won. The desk, the rocking chair, and ten cases of
books had been shipped ahead. With those things he would be content. He
would be able again to raise his sanctum somewhere among the buildings of
New York.
“The train is late,” observed Hattie with irritation. “Why is it that it is
never on time?”
She spoke with the air of an experienced traveler,—Hattie who had
never been outside the state. She begrudged every moment that she stayed
in the Town as a moment which kept her out of the future.
Bidding her not to worry and observing that eventually the train would
come as all trains did, her husband turned away and began to walk silently
up and down the worn bricks of the platform—the same bricks, he
remembered, that he had trod on the night he set out upon his futile pursuit
of his daughter.
It was one of those moments which occur sometimes between lover and
mistress, between husband and wife, between those who have loved each
other for years—a moment when it is impossible for the one to tell the other
what is in his heart because it is quite beyond understanding. He could not
say to her that he was sad because he was leaving so much that he had
loved; she, his own wife who loathed it all so deeply, would think him a
little mad. He could not say that he was sad because he would never again
see the pleasant farms of the county, never again talk with his cronies of the
Grand Circuit and quarrel about Pop Geers and how he had driven his latest
race. Never again would he have those long arguments over horses in hotel
bars and parlors during racing week, never again see the sap running from
the trees in maple sugar time, never again talk with old Bayliss and Judge
Wilkins about their Guernseys and Shorthorns. He was leaving a world
which, despite all the disappointments it had brought him, he loved. There
were friends in this world which it pained him to believe that he would
never meet again.
He was lonely in a way he had never known until now.
For a moment, at the far end of the platform, the gentle man halted and
fell to regarding his wife and his father with a strange and distant
expression, as if they were strangers to him. The one was so restless, the
other so indifferent. The one had love only for her children, the other had
love for nobody and nothing. No, they could not understand. It was easy for
them....
Far off a whistle sounded and he saw his wife hasten for the fifth time to
put all the luggage in order and pry old Gramp loose from his throne of
indifference upon the baggage truck. At the sight he turned and as he
moved, walking slowly toward them over the worn bricks, it occurred to
him that it was Ellen whom they were all pursuing and that he was being
dragged along with all the others.
He knew then what he had known before—that they would never
recapture her. She was gone forever.
From his eminence on the baggage truck old Gramp had been meditating
the selfishness of Julia Shane. She had left Hattie a fat sum of money,
enough to escape, but she had kept it until she died, allowing Hattie to live
for years on the very edge of poverty. Poor Hattie! She never saw the
reason; she never understood that the old woman had kept her poor so that
she might have her by her side as illness and old age claimed her. It was
poverty that gave Julia Shane possession over her niece, and she had
guarded the possession until the day her will was read, long after she had
grown cold in her grave on the bleak hill above the Town. She was beyond
help from Hattie now, and so, when she could keep her niece no longer, she
had set her free.
The train screeched over the crossing, through the mills and into the
station and Hattie, all agitation and worry now, jarred the old man loose
from his meditation and steered him in the direction of their car.
Five minutes passed and the great locomotive with a series of
demoniacal snorts pulled the train out of the station into the unknown. It
carried an old man, a middle-aged woman, her mild husband and a boy. It
was the last time that any of them ever saw the Town that bore the name of
Hattie’s grandfather.
42
It was in this house, after the turbulence of her honeymoon, that Sabine
found the time to analyze, with all her passion for such things, the exact
character of her position. The process began during the first week when her
husband, a little gruff over her dislike for the place, left her a great deal in
solitude. She found that he expected her, during the day, to amuse herself; at
night he was devoted enough, but the days clearly were to be his to be spent
among his friends of the Jockey Club and elsewhere. The afternoons she
passed languidly in a sitting room which adjourned their bed-chamber and
had once served as a boudoir for the same mistress who led Wolff into
buying a Seurat.
Sabine understood perfectly the character of the room; indeed, she found
amusement in reconstructing from the evidence furnished by the atrocious
house, the character and history of the suicide banker; and, though she
never knew it, she came miraculously close to the truth.
The former boudoir had a marble floor on which were spread a tiger skin
from India and a white bearskin from Siberia. There were mirrors on every
side; the lady who had once occupied the room could not have turned her
head without encountering a dozen reflections of her pink voluptuous body.
(Wolff, being a German and a Jew, was certain to choose that sort of
mistress.) The walls were covered with black satin on which had been
painted a Parisian decorator’s version of Tokyo in cherry blossom time. The
chaise longue, fashioned like an Egyptian couch with carved lions’ heads at
both ends, stood almost hidden beneath great piles of cushions of fanciful
design and color ... mauve, yellow, green, crimson and black, all decorated
with a profusion of tassels and gold lace. Lying upon it Sabine gazed at her
innumerable reflections and thought that being a lady was much more
satisfactory than being a demi-mondaine; only to laugh aloud the very next
moment at the picture of her mother-in-law in respectable black satin and
jet moving complacently about amid such vulgar and guilty splendor.
But all her thoughts were not amusing ones. For a bride, they were
remarkably cynical and disillusioned. She was troubled by the change
which had come over Callendar since their marriage ... a change of which
she had become aware almost at the moment she turned away from the altar
of St. Bart’s. Being the wife of Richard Callendar, she understood, was not
the same as being his friend. This new relationship had altered everything.
As a friend she might have found him satisfactory until the day of her
death; as a husband ... she did not know. She was puzzled. It seemed to her
that in gaining a husband, she had lost a friend.
She understood, quite coldly and without conceit, that she was much
more clever than most women of her age. She was not silly; she had few
illusions. Nor was she, perhaps, romantic; though of this she could not be so
certain.
It puzzled her that in becoming the wife of Richard Callendar, she had
forfeited so quickly the old understanding, the habit they had of exchanging
jests and of mocking people in the manner of naughty school children. She
had tried from the first to revive the old intimacy, but when he failed to
respond to her sallies and regarded her with a queer look of disapproval, she
had grown depressed. It was as if the new intimacy, so intensely physical
with a man like Callendar, had killed the old; as if by becoming his wife she
had attained a position immeasurably remote from that of his friend.
Would he, she wondered, treat a mistress in this fashion, as if she were
an institution? And an institution over which he had complete authority?
It was not that she thought him in love with her. Reflecting now with
some bitterness, she knew why he had married her. From his point of view,
the time had come for him to marry; she was suitable, and he must have
known that a woman so clear-headed would cause him no difficulties, no
scenes, no unpleasantnesses. His mother had desired it because she liked
Sabine and because it increased the already vast fortune for which she cared
so tenderly. Lately, when they dined out together, she had come to
understand even more—that he had perhaps chosen her because she made