That is what certain reviewers tried to do with "A Light from St. Agnes."
Their material eyes saw that the end of the little play was murder; that its motive was a sacrilegious robbery-the theft of a diamond cross from the body of a woman lying dead in a church; that the man was a drink-besotted ruffian; that the woman was his illicit partner; that the atmosphere was assuredly brutal.
Material eyes saw all this. Material senses reasoned that, given all these qualities, such a play must be horrible, and unduly strenuous. But intuition set all this reasoning awry.
You see, intuition doesn't reason; it _knows_. It is better to know than to reason. Get a dozen people to prove to you that "A Light from St.
Agnes" was a dismal and unnecessary tragedy. Oh, they might be able to do it. Then go and see it, and you will understand precisely what I am driving at.
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