Saturday, November 13, 2021

'Popular Religion' by Peter Brown

Wherever Christianity went in the early Middle Ages, it brought with it the ‘presence’ of the saints. Whether this was unimaginatively far to the north, in Scotland, where local craftsmen attempted to copy, in their ‘alter tombs’, the shape of the high-ridged sarcophagi of late-Roman Gaul;  or on the edge of the desert, where Rome, Persia, and the Arab world met at the shrine of Saint Sergius at Resafa Interior of the ruins of the byzantine Basilica of St. Sergius in ancient Resafa Syria. Saint sergius basilica stock images, royalty-free photos and pictures - a shrine in whose treasury even the pagan king of kings of Persia, Khusro II Aparwez, had placed a silver dish recounting his gratitude to the saint is a style which makes this ex voto the last address of a Near Eastern monarch to a supernatural figure (of which one of the first was carved by the Achaemenian  predecessor of Khusro, Cyrus, high on the rock face of Bisutun); or even further to the east, among the Nestorian Christians of Iraq, Iran, and central Asia, late-antique  Christianity, as it impinged on the outside world, was shrines and relics.

This is a fact of life which has suffered the fate of many facts of life. Its existence is admitted with a slight note of embarrassment; and even when admitted to, it is usual to treat it as ‘only too natural’,’ and not a subject to linger over for a prolonged and circumstantial investigation. I would like to end this chapter by suggesting why this should have been so, and to point out the disadvantages to the religious and social historian of late antiquity of so dismissive an approach to a form of religious life that was plainly central to the position of the Christian  church in late-antique society.


For it seems to me that our curiosity has been blunted by a particular model of the nature of religious sentiment and a consequent definition of the nature of ‘popular religion.’ We have inherited from our own learned tradition attitudes that are not sensitive enough to help us enter into the thought processes and the needs that led to the rise and expansion of the cult of the saints in late antiquity. That such models have entered our cultural bloodstream is shown by one fact: long after the issue of the rise of the cult of saints has been removed from its confessional setting in Post-Reformation polemics, scholars of every and no denomination still find themselves united in a common reticence and incomprehension with this phenomena. Plainly, some solid and seemingly unmovable cultural furniture has piled up somewhere in that capricious lumber room, the back of our mind. If we can identify and shift some of it, we may find ourselves able to approach the Christian cult of saints from a different direction.

The religious history of late antiquity and the early middle ages still owes more than we realize to attitudes summed up so persuasively, in the 1750s, by David Hume, in his essay The Natural History of Religion. The Encyclopedia of Philosophy describes this essay, somewhat loftily, as ‘an entertaining exercise in armchair anthropology from secondary sources.’ Yet, like weightier successors in that genre, it was precisely the ‘armchair’ quality of Hume’s essay that accounts for the continued subliminal presence of its leading ideas in all later scholarship. For Hume drew on evidence that lay to hand in classical authors, which all men of culture read and would read up to our own times. He placed this evidence together with such deftness and good sense that the Natural History of Religion seems to carry the irresistible weight of a clear and judicious statement of the obvious. It was difficult to doubt the soundness of Hume’s presentation of the working of the religious mind in general, and impossible to challenge, in particular, the accuracy of his portrayal of the nature and causes of superstition in the ancient world, drawn as it was from well-known classical authors.

Hume faced squarely the problem of the origins and variety of religious thought. Men, he insisted, against his orthodox contemporaries, were not natural monotheists, and never had been. They had not lost, through sin, the original simplicity of faith in the Supreme Being that had been granted to Adam and the patriarchs. Though  theism remained an ideal, it was at all times a precarious ideal. And this was not because of human sinfulness, but because of the intellectual limitations of the average human mind. The intellectual and, by implication, the cultural and social preconditions for theism were difficult to achieve. For theism, in Hume’s view, depended on attaining a coherent – and so, rational – view of the universe, such as might, in turn, enable the enlightened mind to deduce from the order of the visible world the existence of, and the forms of worship due to, a Supreme Being. Hence, Hume concludes, the extreme rarity of true monotheism, and its virtual impossibility in the distant, unrefined ages of the past.

Furthermore, the failure to think in theistic terms could be given a precise social locus -‘the vulgar’:

The vulgar, that is, indeed, all mankind a few excepted, being ignorant and uninstructed, never elevate their contemplation to the heavens .  . .so far as to discern a supreme mind and original providence.

Hume was emphatic that this failure was not due solely to the intellectual limitations of ‘the vulgar.’ These limitations reflected an entire cultural and social environment, hostile to rationality. ‘The vulgar . . . being ignorant and uninstructed tended to fragment those experiences of abstract order on which any coherent view of the universe could be based. For the average man was both notoriously ill-equipped through lack of instruction to abstract general principle from his immediate environment and, in any case, in all but the most privileged ages, and among the most sheltered elites, the natural inability of the uninstructed intellect to think in abstract terms was heightened by fears and anxieties, which led men to personalize yet further the working causes beyond their control, and so to slip ever deeper into polytheistic ways of thought. As a result, the religious history of mankind, for Hume, is not  simple history of a decline from original monotheism; it is marked by a constant tension between theistic and polytheistic ways of thinking:

It is remarkable that the principles of religion have had a flux and reflux in the human mind, and that men have a natural tendency to rise from idolatry to theism, and to sink again from theism to idolatry.

 

This characteristically sad and measured assessment of the limitations of average human thinking, and the manner in which these limitations were reflected in a constant ‘flux and reflux’ of religious thought, provided by Hume and his successors with a model for the cultural and social preconditions for religious change. For the ‘flux and reflux in the human mind’ had an historical dimension. Some ages had it in them to be, at least marginally, less polytheistic than others. They we more secure, their elites more cultivated, possibly more effective in controlling ‘the vulgar’ or, at least, less permeable to their irrational ideas. Other ages could do nothing but relapse into idolatry of some form or other. And so the respective rise and fall of rationality could be assessed in terms of the relative strength, in any given society, of the ’vulgar’ and of the potentially enlightened few, and in terms of the relative pressure which the views of one side could exert upon those of the other.

The greatest immediate legacy of the Natural History of Religion, however, was not a sense of change: it was a sober respect for the force of inertia behind the religious practices of ‘the vulgar.’ Hume had made polytheistic ways of thinking appear plausible, almost universal, and, seemingly, ineradicable. Gibbon seized at once on this aspect of the essay. It lies behind the magisterial coherence of the twenty-eighth chapter of Decline and Fall, which flows from a description of the nature and abolition of the pagan religion of the Roman Empire to the rise of the Christian cut of the saints without so much as an eddy marking the transition from one form of religion to the other.’Mr Hume . . .observes, like a philosopher, the natural flux and reflux of polytheism and theism.’ For Gibbon, Hume the philosopher had made the transition from polytheism to the cult of saints obvious:

The imagination, which had been raised by a painful effort to the contemplation and worship of the Universal Cause, eagerly embraced such inferior objects of adoration as were more proportioned to its gross conceptions and imperfect faculties. The sublime and simple theology of the primitive Christians was gradually corrupted; and the MONARCHY of heaven, already crowded by metaphysical subtleties, was degraded by the introduction of a popular mythology which tended to restore the reign of polytheism.

 

What is more surprising is that it was, if anything, the religious revival of the 19th century that hardened the outlines of Hume’s model, and made a variant of it part of many modern interpretations of early medieval Christianity. We need only turn to Dean Milman’s History of Latin Christianity, to see how this could happen. Milman presented the spread of the cult of saints in Europe during the Dark Ages in a manner touched with Romantic enthusiasm. Yet Hume’s model was very much a part of his mental furniture. For he identified the theism of the enlightened few with the elevated message of the Christian church; while the barbarian settlers of Europe, although their mental processes might be described by Milman, the post-Romantic reader of Vico, as ‘poetic’ (and not, as Gibbon had said more bluntly of them, as ‘fierce and illiterate’) retained to the full the qualities of Hume’s ‘vulgar.’ They represented modes of thinking that fell far below those of the enlightened leaders of the Church. Milman merely added the whole span of the barbarian West to Gibbon’s canvas:

Now had commenced what may be called, neither unreasonably nor unwarrantably, the mythic age of Christianity. As Christianity worked downwards into the lower classes of society, as it received the crude and ignorant barbarians within its pale, the general effect could not but be that the age would drag down the religion to its level, rather than the religion elevate the age to its own lofty standards.

Indeed, the renewed loyalty of sensitive and learned minds to the religious traditions of the past, in Anglicanism and Catholicism alike, heightened the lack of sympathy for the thought processes of the average man. For those who wished to maintain the elevated truths of traditional Christianity had to draw with even greater harshness the boundaries between their own versions of ‘true religion’ and the habitual misconception of these by the ‘vulgar.’

In the next place what has power to stir holy and refined souls is potent also with the multitude; and the religion of the multitude is ever vulgar and and abnormal; it will always be tinctured with fanaticism and superstition, while men are what they are.

Not Hume this time – but John Henry, Cardinal Newman. It is by such stage that a particular model of the nature and origin of the religious sentiment and, especially, of the forms that this sentiment takes among ‘the vulgar’ as ‘popular religion’ has come to permeate those great traditions of Protestant and Catholic scholarship on which we still spend for so much of our erudition on the religious and ecclesiastical history of late antiquity and the early middle ages.

In modern scholarship, these attitudes take the form of a two-tiered model. The views of the potentially enlightened few are thought of as being subject to continuous upward pressure from habitual ways of thinking current among ‘the vulgar.’ Hume was far more pessimistic than were those robust Victorian churchmen we have just described about the intellectual and religious resources of the few; but he had no doubts about who constituted ‘the vulgar.’ He was brutally plain about what he considered to be the intellectual and cultural limitations of the masses. Hume’s ‘vulgar’ have remained with us. To take only one example: the patient work of Hippolyte  Delehaye in recovering the historical kernel of the Acts of the Martyrs is marked by a pessimism similar to that of Hume. To pass from historical documents of the early church to their later legendary accretions was, for that sober Bollandist, to note the ease with which the truthful record of a ‘few enlightened minds’ became swallowed up in a crowd:

 

Indeed, the intelligence of the multitude manifests itself everywhere as extremely limited and it would be a mistake to believe that it undergoes, in general, the influence of the elite. . . . The best point of comparison to demonstrate level is the intelligence of the child.

When applied to the nature of religious change in late antiquity, the ‘two-tiered’; model encourages the historian to assume that a change in the piety of late-antique men, of the kind associated with the rise of the cult of saints, must have been the result of the capitulation by the enlightened elites of the Christian church to modes of thought previously current only among the ‘vulgar. The result has been the tendency to explain much of the cultural and religious history of late antiquity in  terms of drastic landslips  in the relation between the elites and the masses. Dramatic moments of ‘democratization of culture’ or of capitulations to popular needs are held to have brought about a series of ‘mutations’ of late antique and early medieval Christianity. The elites of the Roman world are supposed to have been eroded by the crisis of the third century, thus opening the way to a flood of superstitious fears and practices introduced the new governing classes of the Christian empire; ‘mass conversions’ to Christianity, which are assumed to have taken place as the result of the conversion of Constantine and the establishment of Christianity as the state religion, are said to have forced the hands of the leaders of the church into accepting a wide variety of pagan practices, especially in relation to the cult of the saints; a further capitulation of the elites of the Byzantine world to ’the naive animistic ideas of the masses’ is supposed to have brought about the rise of the cult of icons in the later sixth century A.D.

Of each of these moments of ‘democratization’ it is now possible to say:

 

Oh, let us never, never doubt,

What nobody is sure about.

Applied in this manner, the ‘two-tiered’ model appears to have invented more dramatic turning points in the history of the early church than it has ever explained.

Let us see what can be gained by abandoning this model. I suggest that the greatest immediate advantage would be to make what has been called ‘popular religion’ in late antiquity and the early middle ages more available to historical interpretation, by treating it as more dynamic. For the basic weakness of the ‘two-tiered’ model is that it is rarely, if ever, concerned to explain religious change other than among the elite. The religion of ‘the vulgar’ is assumed to be uniform. It is timeless and faceless. It can cause change by imposing its mode of thought on the elite; but in itself it does not change.

Now it is hardly necessary to labor the point that even in relatively simple societies, shared beliefs can be experienced and put to use in widely different ways among differing sections of a society, and that it is quite possible for one section to regard the religious behavior of the others as defective or threatening. Christianity, in particular, found itself committed to complex beliefs, whose full understanding and accurate formulation had always assumed a level of culture which the majority of the members of the Christian congregations were know not to share with their leaders. Yet it is remarkable that men who were acutely aware of elaborating dogmas, such as the nature of the Trinity, whose contents were difficult of access to the ‘unlettered, felt themselves so little isolated for so much of the time from these same ‘unlettered’ when it came to the shared religious practices of their community and to the assumptions about the relation of man to supernatural beings which their practices condensed. In the area of life covered by religious practice – an area immeasurably wider and more and more immediately felt by ancient men than their modern counterparts-differences of class and education play no significant role. As Arnaldo Momigliano has put it, with characteristic wisdom and firmness:

Thus my inquest into popular beliefs in the late Roman historians ends my reporting that there were no such beliefs. In the fourth and fifth centuries there were of course plenty of beliefs which we historians of the twentieth century would gladly call popular, but the historians of the fourth and fifth centuries never treated any beliefs characteristic of the masses and consequently discredited among the elite. Lectures on popular beliefs and Late Roman historians should be severely discouraged.

 

The model of ‘popular religion’ that is usually presented by scholars of late antiquity has the disadvantage that it assumes that ‘popular religion’ can be understood only from the viewpoint of the elite. 'Popular religion' is presented as in some way a diminution, a misconception or a contamination of ‘unpopular religion.’ Whether it is presented, bluntly, as ‘popular superstition’ or categorized as ‘lower forms of belief,’ it is assumed that ‘popular religion’ exhibits modes of thinking and worshiping that are best intelligible in terms of a failure to be something else. For failure to accept the guidance of the elite is invariably presented as having nothing to do with any particular appropriateness or meaningful quality in ’popular’ belief: it is always ascribed to the abiding limitations of ‘the vulgar’.’ Popular belief, therefore, can only show itself as  a monotonous continuity. It represents an untransformed, un-elevated residue of beliefs current among ‘the ignorant and uninstructed,’ that is, ‘all mankind, a few excepted.’

Gibbon saw this implication, and exploited it with summate literary skill, so as to introduce the still-explosive controversial issue as to whether or not the Catholic cult of saints has been a direct copy of pagan practice:

The same uniform original spirit of superstition might suggest, in the most distant ages, the same methods of deceiving the credulity and affecting the senses of mankind.

Up to the present, it is still normal to assume that the average homo religious of the Mediterranean, and more especially, the average woman, is, like Winnie the Pooh, ‘a bear of very little brain.’ His or her religious ideas are assumed to be unsophisticated and tenacious of age-old practices and misconceptions. We have at least added a few softening touches to the outright contempt of the Enlightenment for ‘the vulgar.’ We have developed a romantic nostalgia for what we fondly wish to regard as the immemorial habits of the Mediterranean countryman, by which every ‘popular’ religious practice is viewed as an avatar of classical paganism. We have become concerned to trace in paganism and Christianity alike a common response to the human condition. These modern concerns have added genuine human warmth, precision, and vast erudition to the study of the pagan background of ‘popular’ Christianity in the late-antique world. The concept of Antike und Christentum associated with the work of Franz Dolger has come to stay. Nowhere has this erudition been mobilized more abundantly than in the studies of the rise and articulation of the Christian cult of saints. Yet it is still assumed that, however novel the views of the leaders of the church might be, the study of ‘popular religion’ in late antiquity must be the study of continuity and not of change: for it is assumed to be a study of the un-moving subsoil from which Christianity sprang. As long as this is so, we have not moved far from the labor-saving formulas to which Gibbon once turned, with such studied detachment, to imply that there was, after all, nothing very surprising in the rise of the cult of saints.

It seems time to ask whether the late-antique historian can remain satisfied for much longer with so static and potentially undifferentiated a model. For it has left him in a quandary. He knows that the political, social, and economic tends of late-antiquity led to profound and irreversible changes in the relations between men and men in their daily secular life. In western Europe, an empire fell, and throughout the Mediterranean enduring new structures of social relations replaced those current in the classical period,. These changes manifested themselves differently indifferent regions; but they worked slowly and deeply into the lives of Mediterranean men of all classes and levels of culture, and not merely the elites. Yet the religious historian of late antiquity offers for the majority of the population of the late-antique world a vista of seemingly unbroken continuity; what goes around comes around still appears to be the guiding principle of a long and distinguished tradition of studies on late antique ‘popular religion.’

Yet we have seen in the beginning of this chapter that the rise of the cult of saints was sensed by contemporaries, in no uncertain manner, to have broken most of the imaginary boundaries which ancient men have placed between heaven and earth, the divine and human, the living and the dead, the town and its antithesis. I wonder whether it is any longer possible to treat the explicit breaking of barriers associated with the rise and the public articulation of the cult of the saints as no more than foam on the surface of a lazy ocean of ‘popular belief.’ For the cult of the saints involved deep imaginative changes that seem, at least congruent to changing patterns of human relations in late-Roman society at large. It designated dead human beings as the recipients of unalloyed reverence, and it linked these dead and invisible figures in no uncertain manner to precise visible places, and, in many areas, to precise living representatives. Such congruence hints at no small change. But in order to understand such change, in all its ramifications, we must set aside the ‘two-tiered’ model. Rather than present the rise of the cult of the saints in terms of a dialogue between two parties, the few and the many, let us attempt to see it as part of a greater whole –the lurching forward of an increasing proportion of late antique society towards radically new forms of reverence, shown to new objects in new places, orchestrated by new leaders, and deriving its momentum from the need to play out the common preoccupation of all, the few and the ‘vulgar’  alike, with new forms of the exercise of power, new bonds of human dependence, new, intimate, hopes for protection and justice in a changing world.



 


 

Friday, October 22, 2021

Gorky in My Life by Viktor Shklovsky


 

I’ve decided to tell in this spot about Aleksei Maksimovich Peshlo- Maksim Gorky.

I first met Gorky in 1915, at the office of the Annals. He was tall, withy close-cropped hair – a little stooped, blue-eyes, very strong-looking.

Before I say anything else about Gorky, I must say that Aleksi Maksimovich saved my life several times. He interceded for me with Sverdlov* and gave me money when I was about to die, and, toward the end, my life in St. Pete was spent among several enterprises that he created.

I am writing this not as a character sketch of the man, but as a fact of my own biography.

I was often at Gorky’s place.

I’m a witty man and I love other peoples’ jokes. At Gorky’s place we laughed a lot.

There was a special conversational tone – a special attitude towards life. An ironic non-recognition of it.

Something on the order of the tone of conversation with the stepmother in Tolstoy’s Boyhood.

Gorky has an article in The New Life about a French officer who saw that his unit had been decimated and who cried out in the heat of battle, ‘Rise from the dead!’

He was French and consequently believed in fine words. And because many frightened soldiers had lain down during the battle and couldn’t stand up because of the bullets, the dead did rise.

The French have sublime faith and no fear of heroics. But we Russians died spouting curses. Both we and the French have a fear of the ridiculous, but we Russians fear specially the grandiose and the dashing.

And so we die with a laugh.

Gorky has had a long life. Of all the Russian writers, perhaps he alone used characters with the dashing quality of Dumas’s heroes. And in his first stories, the dead did rise.

Gorky’s bolshevism is ironic, a bolshevism without faith in man. By Bolshevism, I don’t mean membership in a political party. Gorky never belonged to a party.

It’s impossible to lead the dead into battle, but you can line them up, cover them with a little sand and use them for a roadbed.

I’ve gone off on a tangent, but everything that organizes an individual is external to him. He’s only the point where lines of force intersect.

A nation, however, can be organized. The Bolsheviks believed that it’s the design that matters, not the building material. They are willing to lose today, to lose biographies, in order to win the stake of history.

They wanted to organize everything so that the sun would rise on schedule and the weather would be made in their chancellery.
They couldn’t understand the anarchy of life, is subconscious, the fact that a tree knows best how it should grow.

It’s easy too see how the Bolsheviks made the mistake of mapping out of a plan for the whole world on paper.

At first, they believed that their formula didn’t conflict with life, that the mainstream of life was the ‘spontaneous activity of the masses,’ but regulated by their power.

 

A now their words lie in Russia like so many defunct rhinoceros and mammoths – so many of them!- ‘the spontaneous activities of the masses,’ ‘local power’ and that ichthyosaurus ‘peace without annexations and reparations’. Now the children laugh at the dead, but not yet decayed, monsters.

Gorky was a sincere Bolshevik.

The World Literature Publishing House – A Russian writer mustn’t write what he wants to: he must translate the classics, all the classics: everyone must translate and everyone must read. When everyone has red everything, he will know everything.

No need for hundreds of publishing houses: one will do –Gezhebin’s – and this one publishing house will need a catalogue projected to one hundred years – a catalogue one hundred printer’s signatures long, in English, French, Indo-Chinese and Sanskrit languages.

And all the literati  and all the writers, neatly classified and supervised by none other than S. Oldenburg and Alexander Benois, will work from diagrams and then shelves of books will be born and everyone will read all these books and everyone will know everything.

There’s no room in this scheme for either heroics or faith in people.

Why should the dead rise since everything will be organized for their benefit?

It wasn’t chance that brought Gorky and Lenin together.

But Gorky was the Noah of the Russian intelligentsia.

During the flood, people were saved in the arks of World Literature, the Grzhebin Publishing House and the House of Arts.

They were saved, not to make a counterrevolution, but so that literate people in Russia wouldn’t die out.

The Bolsheviks accepted these concentration camps for the intelligentsia. They didn’t break them up.

Without these centers, the intelligentsia would have degenerated and never done anything but hack work. Then the Bolsheviks would have gotten those who hadn’t died – the dregs, but their property in every sense of the words.

Consequently, Gorky was ideologically incorrect, but he was practically useful.

He had a way of organizing energetic people – of singling out the leftists. The last group he organized before his departure in the fall of 1921 was the Serapion Brothers. He has a very easy way with people.

Gorki has absolutely no faith in mankind.

Gorky doesn’t like everyone – just those who write well or work well . . .

 

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I guess I forgot to write about how we lived. I lived in a lawyer’s bathroom, and when I couldn’t stay there, I settled in an apartment which people had once used for hiding; now people arrived there bearing various tidings, but they charged five rubles a night. Still, you could sleep. Hardly anyone had any money. I was still getting paid by my unit. Hardly anyone had an extra shirt.

And no one could figure out where the lice were coming from- such big ones!

The company was very fine. I remember one red-bearded former minister from Belorussia. I don’t know his name; we just called him Belorussia. He was a very fine man.

The Union got on everyone’s nerves. The party viewed its own military organization with serious misgivings and the military organization felt the same way about the party.

|People with any kind of connection joined the police force. Things were serious now (Sept. 1918), since gangs of marauders armed with machine guns were prowling the streets.

I attempted to work on a newspaper, but Pyotr Pilsky took it upon himself  to correct my first review article. I took offense and wouldn’t let him print it.

It was at the newspaper that I found out about the way Kolchak disbanded  the National Conference in Ufa ( ending the viable opposition of the Socialist Revolutionary Party to the Bolsheviks).

I was informed of this by a plump woman, wife of the publisher, who added, ‘That’s right, the ran the others out. Serves them right. Good for the Bolsheviks.’

I fell on the floor in a faint. Completely out. For the first and only time in my life, I fainted. I hadn’t realized that the fate of the Constitutional Assembly meant so much to me.

By this time, the party had veered sharply to the left. You’d be walking down the Kreshchatik and you’d meet a comrade.

‘What’s new?’

He’d answer: ‘Well, I’ve decided to recognize the Soviet regime!’ And so joyfully.

There was more than one occasion when the civil war in Russia could have been stopped. Of course, this can be blamed on the Bolsheviks. But they weren’t invented- they were discovered.

And at our meetings, the right wing said: ‘Let’s try out hand at cultural work.’ In party jargon, this meant the same as the army command, ‘Stand in place and smoke, if you want to.’

The ‘jig’ was up. It was ‘curtains’. You had to do something, so you did something with no causal connection, or, to put it in our philological terminology, something of another semantic norm.

I delivered a speech. My course wasn’t clear; I’m not quick to catch on. I too am of another semantic norm- I’m like a samovar used to drive nails.

I said: ’Let’s recognize this triple-damned Soviet regime! Like at the judgment of Solomon, let’s not demand half the baby. Let’s give up the baby to strangers: only let him live!’

They shouted at me, ‘He’ll die; they’ll kill him.’

But what could I do? In this game, I could see only one move at a time.

The party repudiated its military organization. Herman proposed that the organization be renamed the Union for the Defense of the Constituent Assembly: with that, he collected a few men and left for Odessa.

The others intended to head for the Don and fight with Krasnov.
But I intended to head for Russia, to my dear, stern Petersburg.

Most people just fretted.

The Dardanelles were wide open. The Whites were waiting for the French; they believed in the allies.

And they didn’t believe, but a man with property has to believe in something.

It was said that the French had  already landed in Odessa and blocked off part of the city with chairs. Those chairs marked the territory of a new French colony and not even cats could get through.

It was said that the French had a violet ray with which they could blind the Bolsheviks. Boris Mirsky wrote an article about this violet ray called ‘The Sick Beauty.” The beauty was the old world, which needed to be cured with a violet ray.

The Bolsheviks had never struck such terror as they did then. A somber draft was blowing out of somber, empty Russia.

It was said that the English had already landed in Baku a herd of apes trained in all the rules of warfare. The people who said this weren’t sick. It was said that you couldn’t propagandize these apes , that they went into battle completely without fear and that the could beat the Bolsheviks

People held their hands about two feet off the ground to indicate the size of these apes. They said that when Baku was taken, one of these apes was killed and it was buried with a band playing Scottish military music and the Scots cried.

That’s because the instructors of the ape legions were Scottish.

A somber draft was blowing out of Russia. The somber spot called Russia was growing. The ‘sick beauty’ was delirious.

People were heading for Constantinople

If I don’t tell it here, then where else can I tell this fact?



* Sverdlov, Yakov Mikhaillovich ( 1885-1919). Chairman of the Central Executive Committee of the Congress of Soviets and secretary of the Central Committee of the Bolshevik Party. Died of Spanish flu.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakov_Sverdlov

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Monsignor Quixote by Graham Greene


 "Perhaps we are all fictions, father, in the mind of God.'



‘Oh, I understand . . . . That old saying of your prophet Marx – ‘Religion is the opium of the people.’ But you take it out of context Sancho. Just as our heretics have twisted the words of Our Lord.’

I don’t follow you, Monsignor.’

‘ When I was a student in Madrid I was encouraged to read a little in your holy book. One must know one’s enemy. Don’t you remember how Marx defended the monastic orders in England and condemned Henry the Eighth?’

‘I certainly do not.’

“ You should look at Das Kapital again. There is no talk of opium there.’

‘All the same, he wrote it –though I forget for a moment where.’

“Yes, but he wrote it in the nineteenth century, Sancho. Opium then was not an evil drug –laudanum was a tranquilizer, nothing worse. A tranquillizer for the well-to-do, one which the poor could not afford. Religion is the Valium of the poor –that was all he meant. Better for them than a visit to the gin palace. Better for them perhaps even than this wine. Man can’t live without a tranquillizer.”

‘ Then perhaps we should kill another bottle?’

‘Say half a bottle if we are to arrive safely in Madrid. Too much opium might be dangerous.’

‘We will make a Marxist of you yet, monsignor.’

“I have packed some half bottles to fill up the corners.’

The Mayor went to the car and returned with a half bottle.’

‘I have never denied that Marx was a good man,’ Father Quixote  said. ‘He wanted to help the poor, and that want of his certainly saved him at the last.’

 

“Your glass, monsignor.’

‘I asked you not to call me monsignor.

‘Then why not call me comrade- I prefer it to Sancho.’

‘In recent history, Sancho, too many comrades  have been killed by comrades. I don’t mind calling you friend. Friends are less  apt to kill each other.’

‘Isn’t friend going a little bit far between a Catholic priest and a Marxist?’

‘You said a few hours back that we must have something in common.’

‘Perhaps what we have in common is this Manchegan wine, friend.’

They both had a sense of growing comfort as the dark deepened and they teased each other. When the lorries passed on the road the headlights gleamed narrowly for a moment on the two empty bottles and what remained in the half bottle.

‘What puzzles me, friend, is how you can believe in so many incompatible ideas. For example, the Trinity. It’s worse than higher mathematics. Can you explain the Trinity to me? It was more than they could do in Salamanca.’

‘I can try.’

‘Try then.’

‘You see these two bottles?’

 ‘Of course.’

‘Two bottles of equal size. The wine they contained was of the same substance and it was born at the same time. There you have God the Father and God the Son and there, in the half bottle, God the Holy Ghost. Same substance. Same birth, They’re inseparable. Whoever partakes one partakes all three.’

“I was never, even in Salamanca, able to see the point of the Holy Ghost. He has always seem to me a bit redundant.’

‘Were not satisfied with two bottles, were we? That half bottle gave us the extra spark of life we both needed. We wouldn’t have been happy without it. Perhaps we wouldn’t have had the courage to continue our journey . Even our friendship might have ceased without the Holy Spirit.’

‘You are very ingenious, friend. I begin at least to understand what you mean by the Trinity. Not to believe in it, mind you. That I will never do.’

Father Quixote sat in silence looking at the bottles. When the Mayor struck a match to light a cigarette he saw the bowed head of his companion. It was as though he had been deserted by the Spirit he had praised. ‘What is the matter father?’ he asked.

 

‘May God forgive me,’ Father Quixote said, ‘for I have sinned.’

‘It was only a joke, father. Surely your God can understand a joke.’

 

“I have been guilty of heresy,’ Father Quixote replied. “I think –perhaps- I am unworthy to be a priest.’

“What have you done?’

’I have given the wrong instruction. The Holy Ghost is equal in all respects to the Father and the Son, and I have represented Him by this half-bottle.’

’Is that a serious error, father?’

 

‘It is anathema. It was condemned expressly at I forgot which Council. A very early Council. Perhaps it was Nicea.’

‘Don’t worry, father. The matter is easily put right. We will throw away and forget  this half bottle and I will bring a whole bottle from the car.’

 

‘I have drunk more than I should. If I hadn’t drunk so much I would never, never made that mistake. There is no sin worse than the sin against the Holy Ghost.’

“Forget about it. We will put matter right at once.’

And so it was they drank another bottle. Father Quixote felt comforted and he was touched too by the sympathy of his companion. The Manchegan wine was light, but it seemed wiser to them both to stretch out on the grass and sleep the night away where they were, and when the sun rose Father Quixote was able to smile at the sadness he had felt. There was no sin in a little forgetfulness and an inadvertent error. The Machegan wine had been the  guilty party – it was not, after all, quite so light a wine as he had believed.

As they set off he said, ‘I was a little foolish last night, Sancho.’

‘I thought you spoke very well.’

‘I did make you understand, perhaps, a little about the Holy Trinity?’

‘Understand, yes. Believe, no.’

‘Then will you please forget the half bottle? It was a mistake I never should have made.’

‘I will remember only the three full bottles, friend.’