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Simply Responsible
Simply Responsible
Basic Blame, Scant Praise, and
Minimal Agency
MATT KING
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Contents
Preface vii
Introduction: A General Theory of Responsibility 1
1. The Basic Responsibility Relation 20
2. Basic Agency 36
3. Basic Blame and Basic Praise 69
4. Basic Desert 98
5. Beyond Basic Responsibility 125
Conclusion: Odds and Ends 154
References 175
Index 183
Preface
I’m the sort of reader who likes a good preface to an academic book. I’m
mostly intrigued by the autobiographical history behind the work or
behind-the-scenes details regarding how it took shape. I also confess to
having scanned quite a few to see if my name was mentioned. That said,
if prefaces aren’t for you, I won’t take offense if you skip this part. I’ll start
with some background on how I came to write this book, and then I’ll
thank some folks. (In the lists below, I go alphabetically, to help others
find their names.)
The main idea of this book first took shape way back in graduate school.
Like many who think and write about responsibility, I was immediately
animated reading Peter Strawson’s “Freedom and Resentment.” I had
started out as a political philosopher, thinking largely about issues of
political legitimacy. But I soon found myself thinking about our ordinary
practices of holding each other responsible, especially Strawson’s method-
ology of looking to when it would be inappropriate to hold others respon-
sible as a means to uncovering the conditions on being responsible.
I couldn’t help noticing that our ordinary practices extend well beyond
moral cases exhibiting good and ill will toward others, and I was struck by
the many parallels I saw across domains. I came to believe that non-moral
cases of responsibility were as theoretically significant as the moral ones.
This led me toward a project much in Strawson’s spirit, I suppose, but with
a very different structure in the end. A dissertation followed, defending a
compatibilist account of responsibility, using many of those same observa-
tions of symmetry. But, as with many dissertations, the discussion was a bit
programmatic, and it certainly was a bit too full of itself.
In subsequent years, I was fortunate to successfully publish work on a
number of topics regarding responsibility. However, the broader project
I had begun in the dissertation didn’t really figure directly into any of it.
It was still there in my thinking, of course, it was just operating in the
background in ways that didn’t affect those arguments (I hope). So,
viii
I have been thinking about responsibility for almost twenty years, and it
has taken that long for me to develop that basic view into something
presentable. If you are one of the six people who read my dissertation,
you’ll no doubt recognize many familiar ideas and themes. But I hope
you will also appreciate the ways in which the ideas are more refined and
the theory more mature. For the rest of you, you’ll be no worse off for
having missed my earlier offering, though some of you may wish I had
taken even longer.
There are many people to thank. I’ll begin by thanking two graduate
school officemates, Josh Kassner and Bénédicte Veillet, who were sub-
jected to my very early thoughts on the significance of non-moral cases.
Since then, Bénédicte has been further subjected to my developing
thoughts on these matters, and I’m grateful for her many insights and
friendship over the years. Special thanks as well to Peter Carruthers,
whose guidance in graduate school—and beyond—has been invaluable.
In particular, he’s been very influential in how I think about minds.
Around 2007, I somehow convinced Manuel Vargas into serving as the
external member on my dissertation committee, despite having never
really met him before. With his patience and friendly criticisms, from a
three-day marathon to go over the entire dissertation (over the phone,
and a landline, no less) to many subsequent exchanges over the years, he
has been a most generous mentor. A final “old school” thanks goes to
Mark Schroeder, who supervised my dissertation. Much of my current
thinking on responsibility has been shaped by both the space he gave me
to develop my own ideas and his uncanny ability to understand the virtues
of those ideas better than I did. Throughout my career, I’ve often turned to
Mark for advice, and he has rarely steered me wrong. I’m particularly
pleased that he has finally turned some of his own attention toward
thinking about responsibility, so now he can learn from me for a change.
Over the years, several senior philosophers have taken the time to
engage with me and my work. Whether they knew it or not, their
attention or kind words often came at the precise moment when
I needed it most. My thanks to Sarah Buss, John Martin Fischer,
Pamela Hieronymi, Michael McKenna, Herbert Morris, George Sher,
Seana Shiffrin, David Shoemaker, Angela Smith, Holly Smith, Mark van
Roojen, Gary Watson, and Gideon Yaffe.
ix
As for the book you now hold in your hands (or on your screens), it
benefited from the contributions of many individuals. Several people
read and commented on full drafts of the manuscript: John Martin
Fischer, Josh May, Mark Schroeder, and David Shoemaker. Each unques-
tionably improved the final product. I invite them to read the book again
carefully to see the fruits of their labors.
I’d like to thank the “Simpletons” Reading Group: Eric Brown, Daniel
Miller, and Nick Sars. We hung out on Zoom in three separate
sessions to discuss the entire manuscript during summer 2021, when
I had the basic ideas (mostly) worked out but many of the details under-
developed. (Nick Sars deserves an additional shoutout for giving me
pages of further comments after each session.) Their sharp criticisms
and constructive suggestions are evident in all chapters, even if some of
the details remain under-developed. They are, however, only now find-
ing out what I named our little group (owing to the book’s title, not our
collective intellect!).
The bulk of the writing was completed while I was on sabbatical from
UAB. My thanks to the Provost’s Office, Dean’s Office, and my chair,
David Chan, for granting me the year off from regular duties to complete
the manuscript.
During that same time, I was fortunate to hold a Murphy Fellowship at
the wonderful Murphy Institute at Tulane. My thanks to Steven Sheffrin
and David Shoemaker, who were at the time Executive Director of the
Institute and Director of the Center for Ethics and Public Affairs,
respectively, for the opportunity to work and learn with so many great
colleagues. The constraints of the COVID-19 pandemic forced me to
make the most of the fellowship remotely, so added thanks to the
Institute and all involved for providing such an excellent and accommo-
dating environment in which to work. As part of my year “at” Tulane,
I was able to present a snapshot of the book’s project early in its develop-
ment. My thanks to all who attended and asked great questions: Nathan
Biebel, Bruce Bower, Eric Brown, Alison Denham, Robert Hartman,
Cynthia Ma, David O’Brien, Abelard Podgorski, Jonathan Riley, Nick Sars,
David Shoemaker, Chad Van Schoelandt, Geoff Weiss. Abelard
Podgorski and Robert Hartman warrant special thanks—as my fellow
Murphy Fellows they were a regular source of support and insight as I wrote.
x
In the later stages of writing, I was lucky to present material from the
latter half of the book—mainly some ideas about blame—to several
audiences. I’d like to thank all the participants for their penetrating
and helpful questions: Peter Carruthers, Shen Pan, Paolo Santorio, and
Allen Stairs (University of Maryland Work-in-Progress Series); Abdul
Ansari, Sarah Buss, Jason Byas, Mica Rapstine, Peter Railton, Joseph
Shin, Chandra Sripada, and Lianghua (Glenn) Zhou (University of
Michigan’s Ethics Discussion Group); Trevor Adams, Aaron Bronfman,
Bjorn Flanagan, Guillermo Gonzalez, Janelle Gormley, Jason Lemmon,
Jennifer McKitrick, Adam Thomson, and Mark van Roojen (University of
Nebraska-Lincoln Seminar); David Brink, Rosalind Chaplin, Kathleen
Connelly, Ying Liu, Dana Nelkin, Sam Ridge, Manuel Vargas, and
Shawn Tinghao Wang (University of California-San Diego Agency and
Responsibility Group). I had a fantastic time with each group, and, while
I tried to take accurate notes of who was there, my sincere apologies to
anyone I may have missed.
Additional thanks to Peter Momtchiloff at OUP and two anonymous
reviewers for their helpful guidance on the manuscript and for consid-
ering the project on its own terms. Thanks as well to the entire OUP
production team for the excellent work bridging the gap between my files
and an actual book.
The community of philosophers working on action and responsibility
has been the most welcoming, generous, and, dare I say, fun group I’ve
met. I’m grateful to you all for making that community so special. Given
my fallibility, I’m sure I’m forgotten to thank someone, for which I’m
sorry. I’m somewhat consoled, however, by the fact that, since we’re the
kindest and coolest philosophers around, no one will hold it against me.
My final, and deepest, gratitude goes to my spouse, Jennifer. At this
stage, it is simply impossible to disentangle all the various threads of
support, insight, and partnership that she has provided over the years.
She deserves special recognition for having to listen to more of my ideas
on responsibility than anybody, and she has done so with virtuous
good humor, wisdom, and clarity of thought. Simply put: thank you
for everything.
Introduction
A General Theory of Responsibility
Simply Responsible: Basic Blame, Scant Praise, and Minimal Agency. Matt King, Oxford University Press.
© Matt King 2023. DOI: 10.1093/oso/9780192883599.003.0001
2
¹ Selecting any work on which to base this little bit of commentary is a bit risky, since a
reader may not share my estimation of the work. But my observations should generalize to any
piece of music one prefers instead.
3
But our praise is not limited to great works of art. We are celebrated
for our contributions at work, the cake we bake, and the shots we make.
There is a great diversity to and broad range of things for which we are
praised.
These observations extend to the negative side of things as well. We
are criticized for our cooking, our trip planning, and our mismanage-
ment of money or time. There is no less diversity here.
The second point I want to make is that there is also a wide and diverse
range of ways in which we celebrate others. We applaud (but also hoot
and holler), we fête, we write moving tributes, we smile, we cheer, we
stand in awe, and we hand out trophies. Again, there isn’t much that
cheering has in common with handing over a bronze statuette. Yet, both
are ways by which we give praise.
Similar claims apply, again, to the negative side of things. We boo, we
give negative reviews, we jeer and call out others, we mark down, we feel
our ire rise, and we impose penalties. Again, there is extraordinary
diversity, and yet all are ways of disparaging others.
I make these observations at the outset to indicate the set of phenomena
with which I’m interested. We blame and praise each other throughout a
remarkable range of human endeavors—an incredibly diverse set of activ-
ities taking place within a staggering array of domains. Across academic,
artistic, and athletic domains (just to stick with “A”), we commend and
condemn, acclaim and accuse, give props and throw shade.
It strikes me that we clearly hold each other responsible for what we do
in all these areas. My starting point, then, is the whole range of human
activity (though I will often privilege artistic and athletic cases, to keep
the discussion focused). Importantly, a guiding idea of this book is
that the entire set of human activity, while broad and diffuse, is none-
theless fundamentally unified. There is no special moral realm of enter-
prise; rather, we do things in the world that can be assessed in a variety of
ways. We are not morally responsible for some things we do. We are
simply responsible for them, and some of them turn out to be morally
evaluable.²
² Arguably, virtually all we are responsible for is at least open to moral assessment. One virtue
of the account is that it can deliver this result straightforwardly and simply.
4
What’s in a Name?
³ A partial set includes: attributability vs. answerability vs. accountability; voluntarism vs.
non-voluntarism; real-self vs. control-based accounts.
⁴ Russell 2008 starts from a similar premise, parallelism between art and morality, but the
focus is on free will and its compatibility with determinism, and the chief exploration is through
concerns regarding the problem of luck. We thus develop the starting point in different
directions with different details. Haji 1998 also discusses blameworthiness across normative
domains, but leaves the concept unanalyzed, and doesn’t detail a supporting account of
responsibility to cover all the instances. Other projects that look at the broad set of agential
activities, but without a focus on responsibility, include Bradford 2015 and Shepherd 2021.
⁵ Admittedly, this is shifting. Some very recent work has started to look at similarities across
domains. See e.g. Brink 2021 (on legal and moral); Matheson & Milam 2022 (on non-moral
blame); Nelkin 2020 (on moral, aesthetic, and epistemic responsibility); Shoemaker 2022 (on
athletic anger). Still, my approach here is distinctive in just how general it aims to be (and, of
course, in the details of the account). The most similar approach might be in Wolf 2015:
Philosophers of action and of ethics tend to think that moral responsibility is a
central if not the central feature of human beings that distinguish us, at least in a
good way, from lower animals and machines. But if moral responsibility is not a part
of some larger or more general feature of human agency, it will be irrelevant to our
capacity for humor or creativity or to our susceptibility to nature or to beauty. It will
be irrelevant to much of what makes us alternatively lovable or obnoxious to each
other. This suggests that either moral responsibility has more limited significance
than these philosophers think, or—as I would prefer—that the most important and
deep kind of responsibility that distinguishes us as human is not limited to the
moral. (141)
As we’ll see, there are important points of divergence between this picture and the one I’ll
defend in this book, but the basic sentiment—that the most important and deep kind of
responsibility is not limited to the moral—is the same.
5
Indeed, despite all the diversification in the literature, the vast majority
of theories are designed as theories of moral responsibility.⁶ They are
organized around cases of moral significance and moral evaluation,
actions that are either morally bad or wrong. (Indeed, even moral
praise has been given short shrift.)⁷ For example, Michael McKenna
considers that “[p]erhaps there is a distinct notion of personal respon-
sibility (between intimates), or professional responsibility; another that
concerns aesthetic commitments, or athletic commitments, or matters of
etiquette” (2012: 7), before setting such considerations aside. R. Jay
Wallace admits that we praise an artist’s “striking and successful work
of art” such that “our praise and admiration reflect a kind of credit on its
creator” and that we can “condemn the pianist’s latest performance . . . in
a way that reflects discredit on the pianist,” but dismisses such cases
because “this kind of direct appraisal does not seem especially moral in
its quality” (1994: 53–4). More often, a theory’s default concern is with
the moral cases, and so the parallel instances aren’t explicitly addressed.⁸
This focus is, in one sense, perfectly understandable, since what
motivates our consideration of questions of responsibility is so often its
moral dimensions. It is cases of wrongdoing and punishment, of vicious-
ness and harm, that so animate our initial interest. It is thus unsurprising
that many would begin with the moral. Nevertheless, neglecting the non-
moral cases risks myopia. If we limit our gaze to morally significant
actions, it can appear obvious that non-moral cases aren’t relevant to
developing a theory of moral responsibility. Indeed, it is common for
theorists to simply stipulate that their theoretical focus is on moral
responsibility. One advantage of such a move is that it clarifies one’s
project at the outset. Responsibility is a particularly nebulous and
shifty topic. The ways in which we talk about responsibility are “richly
⁶ While this orthodoxy is slowly shifting, and though there have certainly been exceptions
(e.g. Fischer & Ravizza 1998 takes the moral responsibility relation to apply to non-moral
actions and outcomes), it remains true that most theories of responsibility are developed in
exclusively moral terms. Even those that indicate the relevance of non-moral instances tend to
focus exclusively on moral cases in developing their views.
⁷ Shoemaker 2015 and Vargas 2013 are notable recent exceptions.
⁸ Still others give accounts of something much closer to free will, if understood as the control
condition on responsibility. See McKenna 2012 for discussion. Prime examples would be
Fischer & Ravizza 1998 and Mele 1995. Even so, their focus still tends to be restricted to
moral phenomena (explicitly so in the case of Mele).
6
⁹ Zimmerman 1988: 1. He in turn cites Baier 1970: 103–7; Glover 1970: 19; and Hart 1968:
211–12, as making similar observations. No doubt this is a pervasive feature of the background
on theorizing about “responsibility.”
¹⁰ See Rosen 2015 for an analysis of moral responsibility that begins, explicitly, with several
rounds of stipulations. It is a model of clarity, and it makes the resulting discussion extremely
composed and tractable. It also, by necessity, restricts theoretical options, and involves ruling
out certain possibilities: “When you admire someone for . . . her fine performance on the bongos,
you do not thereby deem her morally responsible in any sense” (68 n. 7, italics in original).
I don’t want to stipulatively foreclose the possibility that excellent bongo-playing is relevant to
moral responsibility.
¹¹ See Wallace 1994 for such a view.
¹² If it helps, one can imagine for a moment that it is 1995. Alanis Morissette’s “Jagged Little
Pill” is dominating the airwaves, “Matlock” just broadcast its final episode, and NASA’s Galileo
probe has reached Jupiter. Of more immediate bearing, Gary Watson hasn’t yet published “Two
Faces of Responsibility” (though its ideas may certainly have started circulating, I can’t speak to
that). Consequently, the literature isn’t framed by a division between kinds of responsibility, like
attributability and accountability. (Of course, one will have to return to the present to continue
reading, else many of my references will make no sense.) I return to the idea of pluralism about
responsibility in Chapter 5.
7
¹³ On these distinctions between kinds of storms, I follow National Public Radio’s reporting
(https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2013/11/08/243980516/which-is-it-hurricane-
typhoon-or-tropical-cyclone).
¹⁴ The suffering they cause where they are located is another matter entirely.
8
and non-moral conduct. I’ll argue that the parallels between moral and
non-moral evaluation reveal an underlying commonality, what I’ll call
the basic responsibility relation. I may be mistaken, of course. Perhaps
moral blameworthiness and praiseworthiness really are distinctive,
and moral responsibility is its own special relation.¹⁵ But there is a
difference between objecting to a general account and dismissing it.
One cannot dismiss planetary motion whilst defending Galileo over
Newton, insisting that one is only concerned with the motion of falling
bodies, or ignore Maxwell’s account of electromagnetism by stipulating
an interest in electricity alone. Likewise, one cannot dismiss my
approach because one thinks the non-moral cases are irrelevant to
moral responsibility, for even if they are, they are clearly relevant to a
more general theory.
Being Responsible
¹⁵ Obviously, I don’t deny that there are some differences between moral and non-moral
responsibility. I only deny that moral responsibility is a distinctive relation. Still, it’s plausible
that moral responsibility has a distinctive significance, a point to which I return at various stages.
¹⁶ Or, alternatively, each of its members for their contribution. The question of collective
responsibility is interesting in its own right, but I won’t consider it here. For some relevant
discussion, see Björnsson & Hess 2017; French 1984; Isaacs 2011.
¹⁷ Cf. Smith 2007: “to say that a person is morally responsible for some thing is to say that it
can be attributed to her in the way that is required in order for it to be a basis for moral
appraisal” (467). See also Berofsky 1987; Oakley 1992; Scanlon 1998 (all referenced in Smith
2007: 468 n. 6).
9
¹⁸ There is no consensus on just what the problem of free will is. But I take at least a major
recognizable strand of that problem to concern our ability to be meaningfully connected to the
things we do in the world given the way that the world is structured.
¹⁹ Cf. Shoemaker 2015, which cites a division between theories that take being responsible to
be the primary relation (what he calls the b-tradition) and those that take the appropriateness of
holding responsible to be primary (what he calls the h-tradition) (19–20). See also Brink &
Nelkin 2013. In my view, the heteronomy of our practices of holding others responsible, the
wide variety in our appropriate responses, makes the h-tradition unstable. The more varied our
responses, the less likely we are to derive a notion of being responsible out of them, rather than
many. The h-tradition, then, is more likely to result in pluralism about responsibility as a
methodological consequence. I take there to be some sociological support for this claim given
that most h-tradition theorists are either pluralists about responsibility or else artificially restrict
the scope of their views. For a nuanced discussion of the relative priority of these two questions,
by which I’ve been influenced, see McKenna 2012: 39–55.
10
²⁰ I take no stand, however, on the precise nature of the metaphysics involved, whether the
relation is to be understood as, say, part of the “furniture of the universe” or in some other
respectable way. The idea here is simply that responsibility is best understood as relating
persons to things they can be evaluated for in a way that is inescapably metaphysical, in contrast
to certain contemporary approaches that frame questions of responsibility in normative terms
(see e.g. Darwall 2006; Scanlon 2008; Wallace 1994).
11
things we’ve done even when we’re forgiven for them and it often makes
perfect sense to apologize for things for which we aren’t responsible
(damage produced by our child; an innocent but consequential mistake).
Naturally, our more general theories will have to accommodate facts about
apology and forgiveness. But that is to be expected. Indeed, to the extent
that non-moral apology abounds (a player might apologize to a teammate
for dropping a pass—and be subsequently forgiven), the general frame-
work I’m providing may prove fruitful beyond what I set out to explore
here.²¹ Nevertheless, I will leave a detailed consideration of the compli-
cated dynamics involved in the fuller range of our responses to the
responsible for later work, though I will at times revisit this theme in the
chapters to come. In particular, I’ll consider the relevance of justifying
punishment in Chapter 4. For similar reasons to those regarding apology
and forgiveness, I’ll argue that the appropriateness of punishment is
largely orthogonal to a theory of responsibility. For now, I’ll note that
questions of punishment are inapt across a wide swath of human activity
in which we are seemingly nonetheless responsible.
There are, of course, different ways we might seek more generality
from a theory of responsibility. Thus, I acknowledge at the outset that my
approach isn’t necessarily the only sort of worthwhile generalization.
Different strategies may yield different virtues worth considering.
Nevertheless, my initial interest is in consulting the broader set of
activities in which we’re responsible. If there are commonalities between
being responsible for the moral things we do and, say, the artistic ones,
those commonalities are worth exploring. And investigating these com-
monalities directs us toward a more general theory of responsibility.
In what follows, I develop that general theory. I argue that despite its
simplicity, the basic responsibility relation figures in an attractive and
²¹ Though, again, see Matheson & Milam 2022 for an argument that all such cases of
responsibility are in fact cases of “moral” responsibility. I discuss their approach in Chapter 3
when considering non-moral blame.
12
²² So, for instance, those that take responsibility (in whatever flavor) to be importantly about
grounding desert of sanction or punishment can interpret the basic responsibility relation as
being fundamental to that other notion of responsibility. I’ll revisit some of the available
takeaways in the Conclusion.
13
²³ Such connections will often be relegated to footnotes, however, in the interest of main-
taining flow. My apologies to those whose sensibilities are offended by this possibly profligate
deployment.
²⁴ Cf. Weatherson 2003.
14
Local Focus
not sufficient for actually doing them. Successfully riding a bike requires
actually pedaling, steering, and balancing.²⁵
Thus, I focus on what people do do, rather than what they can do.
Their capacities are of secondary importance, for having the capacity to
be responsible cannot adequately explain being responsible for some-
thing.²⁶ And it’s being responsible that I’m most interested in.
Moreover, focusing on who is a responsible agent and who isn’t is
liable to get things importantly wrong. For instance, it is common to
examine exemptions as considerations that establish a lack of responsible
agency. The exempt cannot be responsible for anything.²⁷ But this
often treats matters too crudely. Those in the latter stages of progressive
dementia typically suffer from numerous cognitive and regulatory
impairments. Let us assume these impairments render them non-
responsible for their actions, such as angry outbursts or a remark that
would otherwise appear careless but for their confusion. Still, even those
with progressed dementia are subject to occasional bouts of clarity,
where symptoms largely abate, allowing them to think more clearly.
Such a person would seemingly be responsible for their outbursts or
insensitive comments under such conditions, regardless of their more
general capacities.²⁸ And this observation generalizes, I think. It follows
from my approach that so long as one satisfies the conditions on being
responsible for a particular thing, one is thereby responsible for it, no
matter their general capacities, and no matter the likelihood that they are
(or will be or were) responsible for anything else.²⁹
²⁵ We could call these instances of exercising a capacity, of course. Still, that doesn’t really
help matters. It is unclear what exercising a capacity involves that isn’t exhausted by doing the
particular elements themselves.
²⁶ Contrast Wallace 1994: “what matters is not our ability to exercise our general powers of
reflective self-control, but simply the possession of such powers” (183).
²⁷ This might be a general exemption across the board or, for pluralists, exemption from a
particular type of responsibility. See Shoemaker 2015 for a project organized around particular-
ized exemptions.
²⁸ For a discussion of the dangers of exemption, both methodologically and morally, see King
& May 2018 and Shoemaker 2022. There are also many complications here I’m ignoring, such as
implications that certain conditions, like dementia, might have for, say, personal identity
(see e.g. Dresser 1995).
²⁹ One way of interpreting this position is as an extreme version of an “actual-sequence”
approach to responsibility. See e.g. Fischer 2011.
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Roadmap
into motion—watching the boot kick the cup over, which released
the ball bearing down the zigzag path, eventually flipping the man off
the see-saw . . . .
Rube Goldberg machines can be immensely fun to construct and
watch. This was certainly my experience with MouseTrap. But as a
means of accomplishing their goal, they’re definitionally overly complex.
Far easier than using the board game’s contraption to trap the oppo-
nent’s piece would be to simply drop the cage directly.³⁰
Similarly, elaborate theories and explanations of phenomena can
ensnare our interest and attention. And while an intricate account can
explain just as well as a simpler one, the simpler one is generally to be
preferred. In my view, contemporary theories of responsibility are a bit
like Rube Goldberg machines. They are more complicated than they
need to be. Part of the ambition of this book is to correct for these
extraneous complications. Indeed, I think responsibility comes rather
easily—“on the cheap,” as it were—and this book constitutes an initial
defense of that claim.
In its ambition, the project risks arrogance. After all, many very
talented theorists have turned their careful attention to the nature of
moral responsibility, and whether concentrated on the traditional prob-
lem of free will or more contemporary concerns, the subject matter has
been carefully, and thoroughly, scrutinized. But my aim here isn’t to
quarrel directly with such attempts. Instead, I’m offering an alternative
approach for consideration; a possibility story. The aim is to draft a
competing view, to get the picture up and running, demonstrating its
attractions, rather than to establish it as superior to all rivals. The book is
thus oriented toward getting the basic pieces in place.
To that end, it will be helpful to have a sense of the full picture before
beginning. Obviously, I can only sketch the overall structure of the
theory at this stage. Still, I hope that having at least that sketch will
help readers in discerning and digesting the discussion to come.
³⁰ Somewhat ironically, this is often what had to be done during gameplay anyway, as the
penultimate step in the contraption, responsible for triggering the cage dropping, was notori-
ously unreliable.
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Chapter 1 lays out the initial case for the basic responsibility relation.
I observe a number of parallels across a wide range of moral and non-
moral cases, which support a shared relation that connects doers to their
doings so that the former can be evaluated by the latter’s lights. This is
the basic responsibility relation. The goal is to establish a framework
from which we might build a theory of general responsibility.
Chapter 2 develops the elements of the basic responsibility relation
and explains why those elements contribute to the relation doing the
work that it does. I argue that the basic responsibility relation is
grounded on the core features of our agency that we use to navigate
the world as we do. These elements constitute our basic agency and
provide the basis for a kind of control over our activities. This control is
sensitive to some very basic conditions, which I argue are the conditions
on the basic responsibility relation.
The structure of the basic responsibility relation connects agents to the
things they do such that they can be evaluated by the properties of their
actions. The evaluations of the agents come in two basic flavors: positive
and negative. Chapter 3 articulates these evaluations in terms of basic
blame and basic praise. I begin with the tight conceptual connection
between blameworthiness and blame: blame is just what the blamewor-
thy are worthy of. (The story for praiseworthiness and praise is perfectly
parallel.) Through the first two chapters, we’ll have seen a wide variety of
things for which we can be blameworthy and praiseworthy. There is also
a diverse array of ways to be blamed and praised. Consequently, I argue
we have reason to look for a very minimal notion of basic blame (and
basic praise) that all cases of blame (and praise) share. I argue that basic
blame is the response merited by all who are responsible for something
bad and basic praise is the response merited by those responsible for
something good. The rest of the chapter develops the view by high-
lighting what it gets right about blame and blaming, while defending it
against worries that it is too modest a notion.
In constructing my account of basic blame and basic praise, the
worthiness relation is left unanalyzed. If the blameworthy are worthy
of blame, then an account of blameworthiness owes us an account of the
way in which they are worthy of that blame. Chapter 4 outlines this
worthiness relation in terms of a familiar notion: basic desert. I argue
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that desert is a natural candidate for the worthiness relation, and, though
not entirely uncontroversial, one that has consensus support already.
I suggest that we understand the desert in question in terms of a
kind of fittingness, and that this relation is non-trivial. When the
basic responsibility relation holds, we merit the evaluative responses we
do (basic blame and basic praise) in light of our evaluative properties
(basic blameworthiness and praiseworthiness), which we have in virtue
of the basic responsibility relation (and whether the thing we’re respon-
sible for is good or bad).
Chapter 5 examines the prospects for the theory of basic responsibility
to speak to some familiar themes from the existing literature on moral
responsibility. In particular, I develop some ideas sketched in Chapter 2
regarding the connection between the control afforded us via basic
agency and our evaluative stances. There is a long tradition that
seeks to isolate the responsibility-grounding elements of a person—the
so-called “real self.” Drawing upon some insights from that tradition,
I argue that the picture I’ve developed in the book gives us satisfying, if
unusual, explanations of deep evaluations of ourselves, our characters,
and attitudes.
A brief conclusion, well, concludes. I gesture toward some larger
lessons from the preceding discussion, as well as consider some more
speculative implications of my overall view.
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The Basic Responsibility Relation
Simply Responsible: Basic Blame, Scant Praise, and Minimal Agency. Matt King, Oxford University Press.
© Matt King 2023. DOI: 10.1093/oso/9780192883599.003.0002
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¹ Buckner reportedly received a standing ovation when his name was announced in the first
home game of his second stint with the club, indicating a good many fans had forgiven him.
² Some coverage can be found at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Buckner.
³ The relationship between responsibility and desert is contentious. I’ll take up the relation-
ship directly in Chapter 4. For now, desert talk can be treated loosely, as synonymous with
whatever worthiness is involved in being blameworthy and praiseworthy.
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⁴ See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Raspberry_Awards.
⁵ LIFE Magazine, August 1949.
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one of the worst films ever made. As writer, director, and principal actor,
the ignominy for its many flaws seems to rest squarely on Wiseau’s
shoulders.⁶ (Its making has since been immortalized—and somewhat
celebrated—in the 2017 film, The Disaster Artist.)
The list could go on. Sometimes, after reading a particularly incisive
philosophy paper or coming across an inventive argument, I write to its
author to commend them. (Even more frequently, I am sure to tell
students when they’ve been creative or otherwise excellent in generating
a question, argument, or objection.) Or consider the importance of
academic practices of citation and the related misconduct of plagiarism.
To fail to give credit to the work of others is to try to claim it for oneself.
At a minimum, one risks misleading a reader about where credit is due.
Our default is to see the written piece as a product of its author. Here, as
elsewhere, we are assessed for the products of our work (as anyone who
has filled out an annual report for administrators can attest).
It’s also worth considering some more mundane examples, to give a
sense of the proper scope and diversity of these practices. When one
comes home to find one’s spouse has tidied the house or made dinner,
one is appreciative of them because they are the one who is responsible. If
a neighbor had brought over dinner or the kids had done the tidying,
one’s gratitude would have to be redirected. The plumber gets our thanks
for the cleared clog, and the mechanic our ire if he overcharges or makes
the problem worse.
One might think that such a disparate set resists systematization, but
several features are common to all these examples. First, individuals are
being evaluated for their activities. While we can appreciate the beauty of
a painting in the way we might appreciate, say, the beauty of a sunset,
without attributing it to any author, this is not how we normally respond
to artwork.⁷ Our stance toward the object treats it as someone’s doing. It
is not just an agreeable arrangement of properties, but the result of
someone’s activity. In museums, we search out that card or plaque
with identifying information. Just who is responsible for this remarkable
sculpture? Whose mistaken vision is behind this crass and clumsy still
life? Why is there a urinal on display?⁸ It usually isn’t enough to read that
our team won the game. We also want to know how the players played:
who scored the runs, who made the stops, who fumbled. (Indeed, it’s
somewhat telling that we often metaphorically employ phrases origi-
nating from holding players responsible in sport contexts elsewhere:
“I really dropped the ball at the grocery store”; “That presentation was a
hole-in-one!”)
Moreover, whatever we think about the activity is connected in some
way to its author. It was Buckner’s fault the ball made it past him. Even if
others can be implicated in the run scoring, missing the ball at first was a
bad play, and it was Buckner’s.⁹ While many Red Sox fans no doubt
overreacted with their vitriol and their manner of holding him respon-
sible, they were not mistaken in finding him at fault. His performance on
the play certainly gave them reason to be unhappy with him.
When the museum-goer derides a Pollock or Rothko by claiming,
“I could’ve painted that,” they are diminishing the role of the artist and
her skill, suggesting that there is no talent on display. Regardless of
whether their assessment is correct, they clearly take the artist to be
responsible for the painting, and so its qualities are reflective of the artist.
The point is no less obvious for moral activities. The allure of who-
dunnits is not limited to solving the puzzle, but to fix our anger and
reproach. Moral disasters are tragic, but we do not rest with merely
registering the loss. It matters who the author of the atrocity is, for that
is who warrants our outrage. Even in less serious moral matters, we seek
out the relevant culprit. Anonymous donations leave us wondering who’s
responsible, who warrants our admiration.¹⁰ It is not a happy accident,
but rather the work of someone.
¹³ I am here denying a kind of value skepticism in which there simply are no relevant values
to make any activities good or bad. Such a robust skepticism seems to me extraordinarily
pessimistic and undermotivated.
¹⁴ I consider these complications in later chapters; for now, I’m concerned with outlining
some general features of the cases.
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¹⁵ This is a somewhat simplified way of putting the point. We sometimes hold ourselves
responsible and we also hold people responsible for things besides their actions. But my
untechnical “doings” is meant to be understood broadly and so capture more than might be
connoted by the term “action.” I take up holding oneself responsible in Chapter 3, and
responsibility for non-actions in Chapter 5.
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¹⁶ Some considerations, it seems, plausibly count in favor of tempering our responses, but
this could be so without affecting the underlying blameworthiness or responsibility. For
example, a spouse might apologize for snapping at their partner by noting that they’ve “had a
really rough day.” My view is to treat such reasons as being relevant to how we ought to hold
others responsible rather than the responsibility relation itself. I’ll return to such considerations
in Chapter 3 and Chapter 4.
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¹⁸ Compare Smith 2007: “To say that a person is morally responsible for something, then, is
merely to say that she is connected to it in such a way that it can . . . serve as a basis for moral
appraisal of that person” (468). I broadly agree, so long as we do not limit ourselves to moral
appraisal.
¹⁹ While there is very plausibly morally neutral activity, it’s less clear that there is evaluatively
neutral activity. Most of what we do can be assessed according to some standard or another. At a
minimum, most things we do can be done well or poorly. But, so I contend, they only reflect well
or poorly on us when we’re responsible for them.
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²⁰ Though not always. To some, “praise” connotes overt activity in a way that “blame” does
not, independent of the standards one is using to evaluate. My intuitions differ, but even if
blame and praise came apart in this way conceptually, it would not doom the account to come.
I could always supplant the view with a different set of parallel evaluative notions, since I’m
more confident that we evaluate the activities of agents across domains than I am that blame and
praise are the only evaluative notions we have to use when theorizing about responsibility.
Regardless, I do think that these positive and negative evaluations are justifiably conceptualized
as praise and blame, as I argue in Chapter 3.
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praise, on the one hand, and between the moral and non-moral on
the other.
Still, even if there were important asymmetries, the symmetrical data
is significant. If I’m right, then to the extent that blameworthiness and
praiseworthiness are undermined in parallel, this still suggests that there
is something the cases share. Thus, asymmetries only threaten the basic
responsibility relation if they are threatening to the worthiness of blame/
praise. To take a trivial example: blame is “negative” and praise is
“positive,” but that difference isn’t relevant to the argument for a basic
responsibility relation. (This is why I talk of symmetry rather than
sameness.)
Naturally, the trivial example is not what proponents of asymmetry
have in mind, but it is nonetheless suggestive. I don’t deny, for instance,
that we often do very different things when we’re blaming than when
we’re praising. There’s often a confrontational element to blaming
another that isn’t present when we praise, and we may be more prone
to raising our voices. (It is telling, however, praising often includes a
similar element of seeking out the responsible party, though the purpose
is not to confront.) The oft-cited emotional elements of blaming (e.g.
resentment or anger) look harsher and more aggressive than those
mentioned for praise (e.g. gratitude or admiration).²¹ We also may
have more reason to be concerned about the ways in which blame is
deployed than for praise. Worries that attend the potential harms of
blame may not resonate at all (or only less so or differently) when
considering praise.
Such differences, however, to the extent that they mirror the trivial
example—that is, to the extent that the things we do when blaming are,
roughly, “negative,” whereas those when praising are “positive”—they
fail to undercut the significance of the symmetrical data. Perhaps we
might care more about blaming than praising. My contention is that
blameworthiness and praiseworthiness share a symmetry of structure,
not necessarily significance.
Some defenses of asymmetry, in contrast, are explicitly cast in struc-
tural terms. Perhaps mostly famously, Susan Wolf (1990) argues that
²¹ See Chapter 3 for more on the significance of this variation in our responses.
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²² See also Nelkin 2011. ²³ For separate criticism, see Fischer & Ravizza 1998.
²⁴ This is not an innocent assumption. The empirical data suggest things are far more
complicated than depicted in this naïve picture of the kleptomaniac (as typically portrayed in
Hollywood, e.g.). But it’s a useful fiction for current purposes. For further discussion, see King &
May 2018, 2022 and Schroeder 2005 (which discusses Tourette Syndrome).
²⁵ This is also not an innocent assumption. Requiring that the agent “could have done
otherwise” is an infamously contentious condition on responsibility. The relevant literature is
enormous. Two good starting places are Frankfurt 1969 and Nelkin 2011.
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Very well! So be it! We did not ask Mr Smith for a poem, neither did
our importunity besiege the tower of Balder; but if they were not
written for us, why tantalise us with these mysterious revelations?
For two souls the Life Drama might have answered exceeding well in
manuscript, and within the bounds of a private circulation the
exceptional men who possibly could comprehend him might have
studied Balder. How does it happen that Shakespeare’s wonderful
people, with all their great individualities, are never exceptional
men? It is a singular evidence of the vast and wide difference
between great genius and “poetic talent.” For Shakespeare, you
perceive, can afford to let us all understand; thanks to his
commentators, there are a great many obscure phrases in the Prince
of Poets—but all the commentators in the world cannot make one
character unintelligible, or throw confusion into a single scene.
Balder, we presume, has not yet been hanged, indisputable as are
his claims to that apotheosis; for this is only part the first, and our
dangerous hero has yet to progress through sundry other
“experiences,” and to come at last “from a doubtful mind to a faithful
mind,”—how about his conscience and the law, meanwhile, Mr
Dobell does not say. But we have no objections to make to the story
of Balder. That such a being should exist at all, or, existing, should,
of all places in the world, manage to thrust himself into a poem, is
the head and front of the offending, to our thought. The author of
this poetic Frankenstein mentions Haydon, Keats, and David Scott as
instances of the “much-observed and well-recorded characters of
men,” in which “the elements of his hero exist uncombined and
undeveloped.” Poor Keats’s passionate poet-vanity seems out of
place beside the marvellous and unexampled egotism of the two
painters; but we do not see how the poet improves his position by
this reference; nay, had we demonstration that Balder himself was a
living man, we do not see what better it would be. He is a monster,
were he twenty people; and, worse than a monster, he is a bore; and,
worse than a bore, he is an unbearable prig! One longs to thrust the
man out of the window, as he sits mouthing over his long-meditated
epic, and anticipating his empire of the world. Yet it really is a
satisfaction to be told that this incarnate vanity represents “the
predominant intellectual misfortune of the day.” Is this then the
Doubt of which Mr Maurice is respectful, which Mr Kingsley
admires, and Isaac Taylor lifts his lance to demolish? Alas, poor
gentlemen, how they are all deceived! It is like the story we all
believed till truth-telling war found out the difference for us, of the
painted ramparts and wooden bullets of the Russian fortresses. If Mr
Dobell is right, we want no artillery against the doubter—he will
make few proselytes, and we may safely leave him to any elaborate
processes he chooses for the killing of himself.
“Many things go to the making of all things,” says a quaint proverb
—and we require more than a shower of similes, pelting upon us like
the bonbons of a carnival—more than a peculiar measure, a
characteristic cadence, to make poetry. There is our Transatlantic
cousin rhyming forth his chant to all the winds. Well!—we thought
we knew poetry once upon a time—once in the former days our heart
leaped at sight of a poetry-book, and the flutter of the new white
pages was a delight to our soul. But alas, and alas! our interest fails
us as much for the Song of Hiawatha as for the musings of Balder;
there is no getting through the confused crowd of Mr Browning’s
Men and Women, and with reverential awe we withdraw us from The
Mystic, not even daring a venturesome glance upon that globe of
darkness. What are we to do with these books? They suppose a state
of leisure, of ease, of quietness, unknown to us for many a day. It
pleases the poet to sing of a distempered vanity brooding by itself
over fictitious misfortunes, and what is it to us whether a Maud or a
Balder be the issue?—or he treats of manners and customs, names
and civilisations, and what care we whether it be an Indian village or
a May fair? We have strayed by mistake into a delicate manufactory
—an atelier of the beaux arts—and even while we look at the
workmen and admire the exquisite manipulation of the precious toys
before us, our minds stray away out of doors with a sigh of weariness
to the labours of this fighting world of ours and the storms of our
own life. There is no charm here to hold us, none to cheat us into a
momentary forgetfulness of either our languors or our labours. If it is
all poetry, it has lost the first heritage and birthright of the Muse: it
speaks to the ear—it does not speak to the heart.
Yet in this contention of cadences, where every man’s ambition is
for a new rhythm, Hiawatha has a strong claim upon the popular
fancy. Possibly it is not new; but if Mr Longfellow is the first to make
it popular, it matters very little who invented it; and to talk of
plagiarism is absurd. But, unhappily for the poet, this is the very
measure to attract the parodist. Punch has opened the assault, and
we will not attempt to predict how many gleeful voices may echo his
good-humoured mockery before the year is out. The jingle of this
measure is irresistible, and with a good vocabulary of any savage
language at one’s elbow, one feels a pleasing confidence that the
strain might spin on for ever, and almost make itself. But for all that,
though the trick of the weaving is admirable—though we are roused
into pleasant excitement now and then by a hairbreadth escape from
a rhyme, and applaud the dexterity with which this one peril is
evaded, we are sadly at a loss to find any marks of a great or note-
worthy poem in this chant, which is fatally “illustrative of” a certain
kind of life, but contains very little in itself of any life at all. The
greatest works of art,—and we say it at risk of repeating ourselves—
are those which appeal to the primitive emotions of nature; and in
gradual descent, as you address the secondary and less universal
emotions, you fail in interest, in influence, and in greatness.
Hiawatha contains a morsel of a love-story, and a glimpse of a grief;
but these do not occupy more than a few pages, and are by no means
important in the song. The consequence is, of course, that we listen
to it entirely unmoved. It was not meant to move us. The poet
intends only that we should admire him, and be attracted by the
novelty of his subject; and so we do admire him—and so we are
amused by the novel syllables—attracted by the chime of the rhythm,
and the quaint conventionalities of the savage life. But we cannot
conceal from ourselves that it is conventional, though it is savage;
and that in reality we see rather less of the actual human life and
nature under the war-paint of the Indian than is to be beheld every
day under the English broadcloth. The Muse is absolute in her
conditions; we cannot restrain her actual footsteps; from the highest
ideal to the plainest matter of fact there is no forbidden ground to
the wandering minstrel; but it is the very secret of her individuality,
that wherever she goes she sounds upon the chords of her especial
harp, the heart;—vibrations of human feeling ring about her in her
wayfaring—the appeal of the broken heart and the shout of the glad
one thrust in to the very pathway where her loftiest abstraction walks
in profounder calm; and though it may please her to amuse herself
among social vanities now and then, we are always reminded of her
identity by a deeper touch, a sudden glance aside into the soul of
things—a glimpse of that nature which makes the whole world kin. It
is this perpetual returning, suddenly, involuntarily, and almost
unawares, to the closest emotions of the human life, which
distinguishes among his fellows the true poet. It is the charm of his
art that he startles us in an instant, and when we least expected it,
out of mere admiration into tears; but such an effect unfortunately
can never be produced by customs, or improvements, or social
reforms. The greatest powers of the external world are as inadequate
to this as are the vanities of a village; and even a combination of both
is a fruitless expedient. No, Mr Longfellow has not shot his arrow
this time into the heart of the oak—the dart has glanced aside, and
fallen idly among the brushwood. His Song is a quaint chant, a
happy illustration of manners, but it lacks all the important elements
which go to the making of a poem. We are interested, pleased,
attracted, yet perfectly indifferent; the measure haunts our ear, but
not the matter—and we care no more for Hiawatha, and are still as
little concerned for the land of the Objibbeways, as if America’s best
minstrel had never made a song. The poet was more successful in the
wistfulness of his Evangeline, to which even these lengthened,
desolate, inquiring hexameters lent a charm of appropriate
symphony; but it is a peculiarity of this sweet singer that his best
strains are always wistful, longing, true voices of the night.
It is odd to remark the entire family aspect and resemblance which
our English poets bear to one another. Mr Tennyson is the eldest of
the group, and they all take after him; but they are true brothers, and
have quite a family standard of merit by which to judge themselves.
Mr Dobell is the sulky boy—Mr Browning the boisterous one—Mr
Smith the younger brother, desperately bent on being even with the
firstborn, and owning no claim of birthright. There is but one sister
in the melodious household, and she is quite what the one sister
generally is in such a family—not untouched by even the schoolboy
pranks of the surrounding brothers—falling into their ways of
speaking—moved by their commotions—very feminine, yet more
acquainted with masculine fancies than with the common ways of
women. Another sister or two to share her womanly moderatorship
in this noisy household might have made a considerable difference in
Mrs Browning: but her position has a charm of its own;—she never
lags behind the fraternal band, nay, sometimes stimulated by a
sudden impulse, glides on first, and calls “the boys” to follow her: nor
does she quite refuse now and then to join a wild expedition to the
woods or the sea-shore. If she has sometimes a feminine perception
that the language of the brothers is somewhat too rugged or too
obscure for common comprehension, she partly adopts the same,
with a graceful feminine artifice, to show how, blended with her
sweeter words, this careless diction can be musical after all; and you
feel quite confident that she will stand up stoutly for all the
brotherhood, even when she does not quite approve of their vagaries.
She has songs of her own, sweet and characteristic, such as “Little
Ellie,” and leaps into the heart of a great subject once in that Lay of
the Children, which everybody knows and quotes, and which has just
poetic exaggeration sufficient to express the vehement indignation
with which the song compelled the singer’s utterance. Altogether,
Mrs Browning’s poems, rank them how you will in intellectual
power, have more of the native mettle of poetry than most modern
verses. She is less artificial than her brotherhood—and there is
something of the spring and freedom of things born in her two
earlier volumes; she is not so assiduously busy over the things which
have to be made.
And Robert Browning is the wild boy of the household—the
boisterous noisy shouting voice which the elder people shake their
heads to hear. It is very hard to make out what he would be at with
those marvellous convolutions of words; but, after all, he really
seems to mean something, which is a comfort in its way. Then there
is an unmistakable enjoyment in this wild sport of his—he likes it,
though we are puzzled; and sometimes he works like the old
primitive painters, with little command of his tools, but something
genuine in his mind, which comes out in spite of the stubborn
brushes and pigments, marvellous ugly, yet somehow true. Only very
few of his Men and Women is it possible to make out: indeed, we fear
that the Andrea and the Bishop Blougram are about the only
intelligible sketches, to our poor apprehension, in the volumes; but
there is a pleasant glimmer of the author himself through the rent
and tortured fabric of his poetry, which commends him to a kindly
judgment; and, unlike those brothers of his who use the dramatic
form with an entire contravention of its principles, this writer of
rugged verses has a dramatic gift, the power of contrasting character,
and expressing its distinctions.
But altogether, not to go further into these characteristic
differences, they are a united and affectionate family this band of
poets, and chorus each other with admirable amiability; yet we
confess, for poetry’s sake, we are jealous of the Laureate’s
indisputable pre-eminence. It is not well for any man—unless he
chance to be a man like Shakespeare, a happy chance, which has
never happened but once in our race or country—to have so great a
monopoly; and it is a sad misfortune for Tennyson himself, that he
has no one to try his mettle, but is troubled with a shadowy crowd of
competitors eagerly contending which shall reflect his peculiarities
best.
For the manfuller voices are all busy with serious prose or that
craft of novel-writing which is more manageable for common uses
than the loftier vehicle of verse. True, there are such names as
Aytoun and Macaulay, and we all know the ringing martial ballad-
notes which belong to these distinguished writers; but Macaulay and
Aytoun have taken to other courses, and strike the harp no more.
And while the higher places stand vacant, the lower ones fill with a
crowd of choral people, who only serve to show us the superiority of
the reigning family, such as it is. It is a sad fact, yet we cannot
dispute it—poetry is fast becoming an accomplishment, and the
number of people in “polite society” who write verses is appalling.
Only the other day, two happy samples of Young England came by
chance across our path—one a young clergyman, high, high,
unspeakably high, riding upon the very rigging of the highest roof of
Anglican churchmanship, bland, smooth, and gracious, a bishop in
the bud; the other, his antipodes and perfect opposite, gone far
astray after the Warringtons and Pendennises—a man of mirth and
daring, ready for everything. They had but one feature of
resemblance—an odd illustration of what we have just been saying.
Both of them had modestly ventured into print; both of them were
poets.
And yet that stream of smooth and facile verse which surrounded
us in former days has suffered visible diminution. It is a different
kind of fare which our minor minstrels shower down upon that
wonderful appetite of youth, which doubtless cracks those rough-
husked nuts of words with delighted eagerness, as we once drank in
the sugared milk-and-water of a less pretending Helicon. After all,
we suspect it is the youthful people who are the poets’ best audience.
These heirs of Time, coming leisurely to their inheritance, have space
for song by the way; but in the din and contest of life we want a more
potent influence. If the poet has anything to say to us, he must even
seize us by the strong hand, and compel our listening; for we are very
unlike to pause of our own will, or take time to hear his music on any
weaker argument than this.
And he too at last has gone away to join his old long-departed
contemporaries, that old old man, with his classic rose-garland, from
the classic table, where generations of men and poets have come and
gone, a world of changing guests. He was not a great poet certainly,
and his festive, and prosperous, and lengthened life called for no
particular exercise of our sympathies; yet honour and gentle
recollection be with the last survivor of the last race of Anakim,
though he himself was not among the giants. The day has changed
since that meridian flush which left a certain splendour of reflection
upon Samuel Rogers, the last of that great family of song. Ours is
only a twilight kind of radiance, however much we may make of it. It
differs sadly from the full unclouded shining of that Day of the Poets
which is past.
A MILITARY ADVENTURE IN THE
PYRENEES.
BY A PENINSULAR MEDALLIST.
CONCLUSION.
CHAPTER XIII.
On arriving at our billet, we there found the Padre, who expressed
his profound regrets at the insult offered by the villagers to my
companion, and repeated his assurance that nothing of the kind
should happen again.
“Señor Padre,” said I, “that is hardly sufficient. I think that people
who misconduct themselves as the villagers have done, should be
made sensible of their error by stringent measures.”
“This time let it pass,” said M. le Tisanier. “Should the same thing
happen again, I shall hold the alcalde responsible, and shall invite
him” (M. le T. twists his mustache) “to a promenade outside the
village.”
The Padre was in a little bit of a fidget. We had come upon him in
the kitchen, with a ladle on the stove, and sleeves turned up. He was
casting bullets.
“No news of this French column,” said he; “I have been waiting
about here, expecting intelligence all the morning.”
“Why not send out some of the villagers?” I asked. “They might
pick up information.”
“Señor Capitan,” he replied, “I have thought of a better plan than
that. You and I were to have gone out shooting to-day. Suppose we
go to-morrow morning.”
“With much pleasure,” said I, “but what are we to effect by that?”
“We will take a new direction,” he replied. “We will not go
northwards, as hitherto; we will go southwards. This will bring us
towards the point from which the enemy are approaching. We may
obtain tidings; perhaps we may get a sight of them.”
“You must be guide, then,” I answered. “Of course, you know the
ground.”
“Trust me for that,” said he. “I will not take you by the direct route
across the open plain. We will strike off to the right, and skirt the
foot of the hills.”
“Why go over rough ground, in preference to level?” I asked.
“Ah,” said he, “you are, I perceive, a novice in guerilla warfare.
Regular tactics are your line. If they caught sight of us on the open
plain, don’t you see they would be sure to overtake and capture us? If
we have the hills on our flank, cannot we at any time escape up the
rocks and gullies? They are not likely to follow us there. If they do, at
any rate, I promise you some beautiful shooting.”
“Let alone a little bloodletting among the thorn-bushes,” said I;
“trousers in tatters, and our beasts rolling heels over head down all
sorts of places.”
“We must go on foot,” he replied.
“Very good,” said I; “you know best. Only recollect my left leg is in
far better walking order for half-a-league than for half-a-dozen.
Suppose I knock up?”
“Chito! then I will carry you on my back.”
“Be it so,” said I, inwardly determining to drop dead tired for the
fun of the thing, and take a spell out of the Padre as long as I found it
pleasant. “Then, to-morrow after breakfast——”
“We must start before breakfast,” said the Padre.
Supposing the enemy at hand, it really was desirable to know what
they were about. So I ended by assenting, with one proviso, to all the
Padre’s propositions. The proviso was, that in the interval we
received no intelligence sufficiently conclusive of itself, and
rendering our reconnaissance superfluous.
CHAPTER XIV.
No intelligence arrived, and early next morning we set out to seek
the foe. M. le Tisanier was up betimes to see us off. “Expect to see me
return,” said I, “in a state of absolute exhaustion and immense
inanition, with heels hanging down over the Padre’s shoulders. In
pity have a good dinner ready.”
“I shall be prepared for you,” said M. le Tisanier.
“Of course you feel easy,” said I to the Padre as we went along,
“respecting the four Frenchmen.”
“No fear about them,” replied the Padre. “They know it is their
safety to keep quiet; and if they come to any harm, it will be their
own act. If they attempt to move, or even show themselves abroad,
they will be shot down luego, luego.”
Our ramble proved well worth taking for its own sake; but we saw
no Frenchmen, and very little game. The Padre was fortunate, and
bagged a fox. My success was but scanty in respect to hares and
partridges. After a long detour through a wild and very thinly
inhabited district, and a few calls at scattered cottages or rather
hovels, the abode of a rough and noble peasantry, all of whom
received the Padre with profound veneration, and me as his
companion with high Spanish courtesy, we reached at length a
village which we had agreed to make the extreme limit of our
excursion. Still obtaining no intelligence, we set out, after resting, on
our return. We now, however, took the direct route over the plain,
and found our journey homeward far more agreeable than our
journey out. There was a point on which I deemed it requisite to
obtain information, and the Padre being in a remarkably conversable
vein, the present seemed a good opportunity.
“You mentioned,” said I, “that the proprietors of your abode were
worthy people. I should be sorry, for their sakes, if the house
received damage from the enemy.”
He. “It is not altogether for their sakes that I wish to preserve the
house.”
I. “Of course, not altogether. Your own property—your own effects
——”
He. “I have no property; I have no effects; I have nothing. It is a
rule of my order. I am under a vow of poverty. No, no; my wish
springs from a principle of honour.”
I. “Just what I should feel towards my own landlord. But you say it
is not on your landlord’s account.”
He. “It is on account of the fraternity of which I am an unworthy
member.”
I. “Oh, oh! then your fraternity have an interest in the premises?”
He. “Not exactly in the building itself, but in its contents. The fact
is, our convent——but I forget. You, as a heret——pardon me; you, as
an Englishman, can have no acquaintance with our regulations. I will
just explain. Our poor indigent community has some trifling
property in lands, principally vineyards. I am their factor. That house
is one of our depôts.”
I. “Very good wine, too, the growth of your estates. Little did I
imagine, while seated with you at table, or puffing a cigar, that we
were sipping the property of the Church.”
He. “You may say smoking as well as sipping. The cigars also are
the property of our humble fraternity.”
I. “Well, I like that idea of a vow of poverty amazingly. You don’t
intend to convert me?”
He (benignantly). “One thing at a time. As to the wine we drink,
you mistake, however, if you suppose that is the wine we grow. The
wine grown on our lands is the ordinario sort—abundant, indeed, as
to quantity, and in that respect valuable; but not of a sort fit to be
drunk by my order. No, no; we exchange it for better. For example,
what you have been drinking I trust you will admit is a good sound
wine.”
I. “As good a Spanish red wine as I ever tasted;”—and it was no
compliment.
He. “Yes, yes; and we sometimes exchange for foreign wines.
Would that you had been here before the branch convent, which is
now your hospital, was ransacked by the French. Have I not good
reason for shooting a Frenchman whenever I can? Ah, I would have
given you such a bottle of bordeaux! And port! As good port as you
can drink in the Peninsula, and far better than you ever are likely to
drink in your own country.”
I. “And so it is you who have the management of all this. Surely it
must give you no end of trouble.”
He. “Trouble? It is my business. Besides that, it is a duty I owe my
fraternity, consequently a duty of my profession. As to trouble, my
only real trouble is in running foreign goods from the coast, or across
the frontiers. I certainly do sometimes find a little trouble in that.
But why should I complain? After all, it is exciting, and so far a
pleasure. A man of my cloth ought always to be contented.”
I. “French goods?”
He. “French goods and English. French, across the Pyrenees;
English, from the shores of the Mediterranean and Bay of Biscay. We
sell again at a very fair profit—moderate as becomes our order, but
fair nevertheless.”
I. “A heavy deduction, though, the fiscal exactions of your
government, no doubt.”
“Fiscal?” he exclaimed, frowning horribly. “Fiscal? Do you think
me, in managing the concerns of my venerable brotherhood, capable
of such a dereliction of principle—do you consider me such an ass as
to permit any deduction like that? Why, if we conducted our little
business subject to fiscal obstructions, we might as well have no
management at all. Señor Capitan, although this conversation was
brought on by a remark on your part, the subject is one on which I
have long wished to confer with you confidentially, and I thank you
for the opportunity. And now let me bespeak your kind, benevolent
offices on behalf of my self-denying humble brethren. As I said
before, we profess poverty, we have nothing. Charitable laics,
touched by our dependent and destitute condition, have from time to
time bequeathed us trifles of landed property, which we frugally farm
to the best advantage, taking the chance—you know it is a toss-up—of
profit or loss. The produce, when realised, we turn to account as well
as our poor opportunities permit; and my object is to supplicate your
best offices in behalf of our little store in the village, which, as well as
one or two others in different localities, is under my charge and
responsibility. Some damage our store has suffered already. After the
plunder of the convent by the French, your own troops, on their
arrival in the village, found their way into the cellar of the house, and
were beginning to make free with the wine, when you happily
arrived, and order was soon restored. All I ask is, that as long as you
remain here, or have influence in this neighbourhood, you will kindly
give our depôt the benefit of your protection, so far as you may be
able. I ask it, not only on my own account, but for the sake of my
venerable brethren. Our wants are few. The French silks and English
prints we sell for what we can get. We also drive a trifling business in
English cutlery, and French quincaillerie. The poor must do
something to live. As to the convent in Vittoria, I forward to it from
time to time, as best I can, and when I have got them, only little
supplies of such common necessaries as bordeaux, port, champagne,
sherry, French brandy when I can get it good, sardines, gruyère
cheese, caviar, vermicelli, macaroni, spicery, Dutch herrings,
maraschino, Hamburg sausages, and a few other little knicknackeries
not worth enumerating. Our wants are few.”
Had liberal Spain, when she laid hands on the property of the
religious orders, gone through as she began, made a clean work of it,
and reformed ALL that we consider the errors and abuses of
Romanism, I, as an ardent Protestant, should have cordially rejoiced.
But merely to confiscate endowments, and to leave other things as
they are, is a different thing. There can be no doubt of it, that at the
beginning of this century, when Napoleon I. attempted to make
Spain a province of France, the Spanish clergy, by their influence
with the nation, and by their success in maintaining the spirit of
national resistance, were the saviours of their country. That these
have been made the victims, and the only victims of reform, is hard
indeed.
I walked on, listening to the Padre’s discourse with so much
interest, that we arrived close upon our village before I recollected
his promise of a lift, and my own fixed purpose of taking it out of
him. We were now not a quarter of a mile from our journey’s end;
and I was beginning to muse, with complacent anticipation, on the
capital dinner which M. le Tisanier was to have ready on our arrival,
when we noticed Francisco coming down the lane to meet us.
As he approached with hasty strides, his visage was clouded. He
made an angry gesture, as if signalling us to halt.
“That endiablado doctor,” said he, “(may his soul never see the
inside of purgatory!) has armed the four Frenchmen, seized all the
ammunition in the village, and barricaded the house!”
CHAPTER XV.
We halted. As the tidings brought by Francisco deprived the Padre
of utterance, I demanded particulars.
It appeared from Francisco’s indignant statement that,
subsequently to our departure, when M. le Tisanier, having made his
preliminary arrangements for our dinner, had visited the hospitals,
and was returning through the village, he was again set upon by the
inhabitants. The villagers, taking advantage of the Padre’s absence,
surrounded and insulted him, menaced both him and the four
prisoners with death, and pelted him with stones, one of which had
taken effect, very much to the detriment of his physiognomy. On
reaching home, however, he occupied himself as usual, without
doing anything to excite suspicion; but, after a while, he sent off
Francisco with a message to the “two wounded Spaniards” at the
convent, and with directions to await their further instructions. After
being detained a couple of hours, which he spent in the study of
English, under the tuition of the convalescent soldiers, with whom
Francisco was popular, the two Spaniards merely gave him directions
to go home again, and he returned to the house.
On entering the kitchen, he was surprised to see what to all
appearance was a dinner ready-cooked, arranged on a tray, and
under covers. M. le Tisanier, pointing to the tray, bade him carry it to
the Alcalde’s, with a message that he himself would be there
immediately. The Alcalde was from home; and Francisco, on coming
out after leaving the tray, beheld in the street a spectacle which, as he
elegantly expressed himself, “revolved his interior” (revolvió-me las
tripas). Close at hand appeared, all bearing their muskets and fully
accoutred, the four French soldiers, headed by M. le Tisanier, who
marched en militaire, with his drawn sword sloped on his shoulder.
This armed party, compelling him to return with them, entered the
Alcalde’s house, demanded all the arms on the premises, obtained a
gun, a blunderbuss, a pair of Spanish rapiers, and a quantity of
ammunition. They then, leaving behind them a basket which
contained several bottles of the Padre’s wine, went back to the house,
which immediately on their entering they barricaded, leaving the
astonished Francisco in the street.
The villagers noticed these proceedings with consternation, but
had been taken by surprise, and were overawed by the military
display. After the closing of the house, they assembled tumultuously
in the street, and meditated all sorts of things. But M. le Tisanier,
appearing at the window of an entresuelo (a closet or small chamber
half-way up-stairs), warned them to disperse if they did not wish to
be fired upon; an admonition which they were the more readily
induced to follow by a bullet that whistled over their heads. They
then withdrew to their huts, anxiously watching the closed house, in
which no movement was discernible, and expecting with much
palpitation the Padre’s return.
Francisco, recovering from his first surprise, had started off, he
told us, in search of the Padre and me; but not knowing which way
we had taken, assuming that we had followed our usual direction
towards the shooting-ground, and being too much confused to make
inquiries, he had covered a great deal of ground to no purpose, and
had not got back to the village till a short time before our return.
“Santiago de Compostella!” gasped the Padre, at length recovering
partially his senses and his breath, and dashing his bonnet on the
ground. “For which of my many sins was I withheld from cutting that
hangdog’s throat the first moment that I set eyes on him! Santiago!
Trecientos mil diablos!”
“Compose yourself, Señor Padre,” said I. “At least wait till we see
how things look, and till we can judge for ourselves. If the Doctor has
been menaced and assaulted, what wonder that he should place
himself in security till our return? The business, according to my
view of it, is not so serious as you appear to think.”
“Ah!” said the Padre, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, “you
are very kind. I totally forgot what I had just told you—that, with the
exception of the wine, I had sent off all our stores to Vittoria.—Oh
no! I mistake! Three dozen Lamego hams! Beautiful!—delicate! The
choicest rarity in these parts! Oh, my Lamego hams! To think that
the poor provision for my self-denying, self-mortifying, exemplary
brethren should go to feed those hounds of Frenchmen!”