What is the conflict ABOUT quality by john galsworthy?

Answer 1

I knew him from the days of my extreme youth, because he made my father's boots; inhabiting with his elder brother two little shops let into one, in a small by-street--now no more, but then most fashionably placed in the West End.

That tenement had a certain quiet distinction; there was no sign upon its face that he made for any of the Royal Family--merely his own German name of Gessler Brothers; and in the window a few pairs of boots. I remember that it always troubled me to account for those unvarying boots in the window, for he made only what was ordered, reaching nothing down, and it seemed so inconceivable that what he made could ever have failed to fit. Had he bought them to put there? That, too, seemed inconceivable. He would never have tolerated in his house leather on which he had not worked himself. Besides, they were too beautiful--the pair of pumps, so inexpressibly slim, the patent leathers with cloth tops, making water come into one's mouth, the tall brown riding boots with marvelous sooty glow, as if, though new, they had been worn a hundred years. Those pairs could only have been made by one who saw before him the Soul of Boot--so truly were they prototypes incarnating the very spirit of all foot-gear. These thoughts, of course, came to me later, though even when I was promoted to him, at the age of perhaps fourteen, some inkling haunted me of the dignity of himself and brother. For to make boots--such boots as he made--seemed to me then, and still seems to me, mysterious and wonderful.

I remember well my shy remark, one day, while stretching out to him my youthful foot:

"Isn't it awfully hard to do, Mr. Gessler?"

And his answer, given with a sudden smile from out of the sardonic redness of his beard: "Id is an Ardt!"

Himself, he was a little as if made from leather, with his yellow crinkly face, and crinkly reddish hair and beard; and neat folds slanting down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and his guttural and one-toned voice; for leather is a sardonic substance, and stiff and slow of purpose. And that was the character of his face, save that his eyes, which were gray-blue, had in them the simple gravity of one secretly possessed by the Ideal. His elder brother was so very like him--though watery, paler in every way, with a great industry--that sometimes in early days I was not quite sure of him until the interview was over. Then I knew that it was he, if the words, "I will ask my brudder," had not been spoken; and, that, if they had, it was his elder brother.

When one grew old and wild and ran up bills, one somehow never ran them up with Gessler Brothers. It would not have seemed becoming to go in there and stretch out one's foot to that blue iron-spectacled glance, owing him for more than--say--two pairs, just the comfortable reassurance that one was still his client.

For it was not possible to go to him very often--his boots lasted terribly, having something beyond the temporary--some, as it were, essence of boot stitched into them.

One went in, not as into most shops, in the mood of: "Please serve me, and let me go!" but restfully, as one enters a church; and, sitting on the single wooden chair, waited--for there was never anybody there. Soon, over the top edge of that sort of well--rather dark, and smelling soothingly of leather--which formed the shop, there would be seen his face, or that of his elder brother, peering down. A guttural sound, and the tip-tap of bast slippers beating the narrow wooden stairs, and he would stand before one without coat, a little bent, in leather apron, with sleeves turned back, blinking--as if awakened from some dream of boots, or like an owl surprised in daylight and annoyed at this interruption.

And I would say: "How do you do, Mr. Gessler? Could you make me a pair of Russia leather boots?"

Without a word he would leave me, retiring whence he came, or into the other portion of the shop, and I would continue to rest in the wooden chair, inhaling the incense of his trade. Soon he would come back, holding in his thin, veined hand a piece of gold-brown leather. With eyes fixed on it, he would remark: "What a beaudiful biece!" When I, too, had admired it, he would speak again. "When do you wand dem?" And I would answer: "Oh! As soon as you conveniently can." And he would say: "To-morrow Ford-nighd?" Or if he were his elder brother: "I will ask my brudder!"

Then I would murmur: "Thank you! Good-morning, Mr. Gessler." "Goot-morning!" he would reply, still looking at the leather in his hand. And as I moved to the door, I would hear the tip-tap of his bast slippers restoring him, up the stairs, to his dream of boots. But if it were some new kind of foot-gear that he had not yet made me, then indeed he would observe ceremony--divesting me of my boot and holding it long in his hand, looking at it with eyes at once critical and loving, as if recalling the glow with which he had created it, and rebuking the way in which one had disorganized this masterpiece. Then, placing my foot on a piece of paper, he would two or three times tickle the outer edges with a pencil and pass his nervous fingers over my toes, feeling himself into the heart of my requirements

Answer 2

" External Conflict"

- Gessler Brothers versus big firms.

- The small family business versus public business.

The Conflict started when the author came to Gassler Brothers shop telling him that the boots he made was creaked, after he found out its not made by him, his face impression changed in a way that the author could not explain, and he started talking about the conditions and hardships of his trade and how boots made by advertisement are trying to take his business away.

Answer 3

this story is about mr. gessler who struggles bitterly for customers to make boots for, as the modern age of the large firms dawned in.

Answer 4

The theme is a man hard working to survive his profession.

Answer 5

the plot is when gessler brother lost part of thier shop to big firm

Answer 6

gessler brothers

Answer 7

first person

Answer 8

Theindustrial revolution that had started towards the middle of 18 century has slowly spread all over the country in the world and left its traces all over especially on the artists of the world. It has always been an expression of life and has always found a special place in life right from the beginning of civilization the impact of revolution has specially affect the traditional artist .The machine now having come to replace the individual, the stress was on mass production full stop this at the same time force the people to compromise with quality, with slowly led to the extinction of quality craftsman. The cottage industry now slowly came to be a term deleted from general stream of life full stop the traditional artist of the pass have always been known for the lord for their work, which provided a satisfaction to the soul at which is its prime motive. These artists now gradually started disappearing as they proved unfit for the struggle to survive in the new World being unable to fulfill the demand of the world. They could not change the believes and ideas. the story has projected the pin of these kaufman, who were now gradually forced to leave the scene. The Gesslers are the representative of the ancient aur distance to whom work was worshipped a vocation which had its these in the ideals of sincerity perseverance and patient endurance this was a reward in itself for the mind and soul. it is their inability to accept the norms of change the worldthis industrial I society set a new standard for the work they demanded compromise with quality, a paste to compete with the machinefull stop this was beyond their work pattern. They could rather sacrifice their personal pleasure like food and rest, fight with poverty and staff. The gases are one such example in the world. There were hundreds and thousands of craftsmen who had to quit because they could not survive in the materialistic world. To any artist his work placed for his studio has a different meaning in his life. It is his place of worship where he could prefer to remain undisturbed. To the gessler brothers the two little shops were they what day and night, meets the consumers with their dream roles full stop the workplace was situated on an area that had to be reached by a flight of wooden stairs . Due to their inability to compete with the demands of the markets they had to give up one shop. This was a great set back they could never accept the thought of being thrown out from their heaven. This resulted in the death of senior gessler. The most important theme of the story is the inability of an artist to surrender to the demands of the market in terms of quality perfection and standard. Decadence true to the level of the shallow superficial businessman full stop it was their dedication towards earth that brought them down. In spite of having to fight about poverty and starvation they could not give up their commitment to excellence be because to them shoemaking was an arts did it never worked for money it was their love for their work which enables them to continue to work they kept watching helplessly how they work was slowly slipping out of their hands were being garpsed by the big merchants,who gave birth to a new concept in their fields of work that introduced the factory system, after the decay and that of old age hand crafts industry along with the artisans