'Why,' returned Gowan, 'I belong to a clan, or a clique, or a family, or
a connection, or whatever you like to call it, that might have provided
for me in any one of fifty ways, and that took it into its head not to
do it at all. So here I am, a poor devil of an artist' (Book 1, Ch. 34).
Gowan's choosing art "partly to grieve the souls of the Barnacles-in-chief who had not provided for him" (Book 1, Ch. 17) shows he has no love for art and that he is lazy and wants an easy way to earn money.
He appeared to be an artist by
profession, and to have been at Rome some time; yet he had a slight,
careless, amateur way with him—a perceptible limp, both in his devotion
to art and his attainments—which Clennam could scarcely understand (Book 1, Ch. 17).
Gowan proves careless not only in his vocation but also in his words. He repeatedly exhibits "dexterous impudence" through insincere praise.
It appeared, before the breakfast was over, that everybody whom this
Gowan knew was either more or less of an ass, or more or less of a
knave; but was, notwithstanding, the most lovable, the most engaging,
the simplest, truest, kindest, dearest, best fellow that ever lived.
The process by which this unvarying result was attained, whatever the
premises, might have been stated by Mr Henry Gowan thus: 'I claim to be
always book-keeping, with a peculiar nicety, in every man's case, and
posting up a careful little account of Good and Evil with him. I do
this so conscientiously, that I am happy to tell you I find the most
worthless of men to be the dearest old fellow too: and am in a condition
to make the gratifying report, that there is much less difference than
you are inclined to suppose between an honest man and a scoundrel.' The
effect of this cheering discovery happened to be, that while he seemed
to be scrupulously finding good in most men, he did in reality lower
it where it was, and set it up where it was not; but that was its only
disagreeable or dangerous feature (Book 1, Ch. 17).
Though Gowan does not have evil intentions, one learns quickly not to trust his judgment of others. Dickens furthers this perspective by Gowan's friendship with Rigaud and Sparkler, as well as his relation to the Barnacles. Rigaud is a murderer and Sparkler is weak-minded and undistinguished. If a man is defined by the company he keeps, Gowan is bad news.
His relationship to the Barnacles shows he shares sentiments with them. His opposition to progress is illustrated in the following quote:
'Painters, writers, patriots, all the rest who have stands in the
market. Give almost any man I know ten pounds, and he will impose upon
you to a corresponding extent; a thousand pounds—to a corresponding
extent; ten thousand pounds—to a corresponding extent. So great the
success, so great the imposition. But what a capital world it is!' cried
Gowan with warm enthusiasm. 'What a jolly, excellent, lovable world it
is!'
'I had rather thought,' said Clennam, 'that the principle you mention
was chiefly acted on by—'
'By the Barnacles?' interrupted Gowan, laughing.
'By the political gentlemen who condescend to keep the Circumlocution
Office' (Book 1, Ch. 26).
If one impedes progress, one avoids obligation to others for that progress. Gowan does not believe in work and has no problem impeding the work of others.