Art is that imaginative expression of human energy, which, through technical concretion of feeling and perception, tends to reconcile the individual with the universal, by exciting in him impersonal emotion. And the greatest Art is that which excites the greatest impersonal emotion in an hypothecated perfect human being.
Impersonal emotion! And what -- I thought do I mean by that? Surely I mean: That is not Art, which, while I, am contemplating it, inspires me with any active or directive impulse; that is Art, when, for however brief a moment, it replaces within me interest in myself by interest in itself. For, let me suppose myself in the presence of a carved marble bath. If my thoughts be "What could I buy that for?" Impulse of acquisition; or: "From what quarry did it come?" Impulse of inquiry; or: "Which would be the right end for my head?" Mixed impulse of inquiry and acquisition -- I am at that moment insensible to it as a work of Art. But, if I stand before it vibrating at sight of its colour and forms, if ever so little and for ever so short a time, unhaunted by any definite practical thought or impulse -- to that extent and for that moment it has stolen me away out of myself and put itself there instead; has linked me to the universal by making me forget the individual in me. And for that moment, and only while that moment lasts, it is to me a work of Art. The word "impersonal," then, is but used in this my definition to signify momentary forgetfulness of one's own personality and its active wants.
My friend can speak Japanese He can swim I can help you Сan I help you? Can you drive a car? Can I offer you a cup of tea? He can fly. I can dance She can cook We can wait She can play the piano. I can speak English My friend can ride a bike. He can sing very well. She can swim Can you play football? We can speak English She can sing and dance well I can draw a picture We can help you to do the summs Can I have dinner with you? Can Nina and Peter write poems? Can you understand English speech? Can he drive? Can you understand what I tell you? You can use my pen He can write poems
I can't play tennis as I've broken my hend. Why can't you come here? I can't use this pen. It's broken. I cannot run so fast! Dennis could play piano since he was 13. I cannot drive a car.Mark can't work with Rachel They can't sing I can’t draw a horse She cannot stay out after 10 pm. He cannot be there! He can’t be so old. I can't drive a car. She cannot write so fast We cannot work without tools John cannot play guitar He can't cook You can’t leave the office till eight I cannot do that! You cannot drink alcohol here! I can’t fly because I’m not a bird You can't speak at the lessons I can't tell you l really can't accept this. l usually can't sleep when I get upset.
