JESTING PILATE HUXLEY PDF

A generous extravagance, undreamed of in other parts of the world, is the American rule. Men and women earn largely and spend what they have on the national pleasures, which are all social and stimulative of vitality. Modernity also tends to heighten vitality — or to be more exact, it affects the expression of vitality, externalising it in the form of vehement action. The joyful acceptance of change, which so profoundly influences American industry, business methods and domestic architecture, reacts on the affairs of daily, personal life. Pleasure is associated with a change of place and environment, finally with mere movement for its own sake. People leave their homes if they want entertainment.

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Or same-same, as they say here. After spending three days at a political campaign, he reveals how useless he finds it all. Personally I have little use for political speaking. If I know something about the question at issue, I find it quite unnecessary to listen to an orator who repeats in a summarized, and generally garbled, from the information I already possess; knowing what I do, I am quite capable of making up my own mind on the subject under discussion without listening to his rhetorical persuasions.

If, on the other hand, I know nothing, it is not to the public speaker that I turn for the information on which to base my judgment. The acquisition of full and accurate knowledge about any given subject is a lengthy and generally boring process, entailing the reading of many books, the collating of numerous opinions. At times his writing is wonderfully vivid, transporting the reader to the scene. Consider this, for instance. It took the Tartar traders six weeks of walking to get from Kashgar to Srinagar.

They start in the early autumn when the passes are still free from the snow and rivers, swollen in summer by its melting, have subsided to fordableness. They walk into Kashmir, and from Kashmir into India. They spend the winter in India, sell what they have brought, and in the following spring, when the passes are once more open, go back into Turkestan with a load of Indian fabrics, velvet and plush and ordinary cotton, which they sell for fabulous profit.

Or this: Or journey from Penang to Singapore bean at night. We were carried in darkness through the invisible forest. The noise of the insects among the trees was like an escape of steam.

It pierced the roaring of the train as a needle might pierce butter. I had though man pre-eminent at least in the art of noise making. But a thousand equatorial cicadas could shout down a steel works; and with reinforcements they would be a match for machine guns. After a sentence with a blind assessment that democracy was the best end case scenario, Huxley checks himself. Note the bit about the Hapsburgs is often true too of former Soviet Republics.

All one paragraph in the book, I have inserted some section breaks to make it more readable. The implication of course is that democracy is something excellent, an ideal to be passionately wished for. But after all is democracy really desirable. European nations certainly do not seem to be finding it so at the moment. And even self-determination is not so popular as it was. There are plenty of places in what was once the Austrian Empire where the years of Hapsburg tyranny are remembered as a golden age, and the old bureaucracy is sincerely regretted.

And what is democracy, anyhow? Can it be said that government by the people exists anywhere, except perhaps in Switzerland Certainly, the English parliamentary system cannot be described as government by the people.

Do I mean anything whatever when I say that democracy is a good thing? Am I expressing a reasoned opinion? Or do I merely repeat a meaningless formula by force of habit because it was drummed into me at an early age? I wonder. And that I am able to wonder with such a perfect detachment is due, of course, to the fact that I was born in the upper-middle, governing class of an independent, rich, and exceedingly powerful nation. Born an Indian or brought up in the slums of London, I should hardly be able to achieve so philosophical a suspense of judgment.

His vagabonding nature is made clear in the following paragraphs. I have always felt a passion for personal freedom. It is a passion which the profession of writing has enabled me to gratify. A writer is his own master, works when and where he will, and is paid by a quite impersonal entity, the public, with whom it is unnecessary for him to have any direct dealings whatever.

Professionally free, I have taken care not to encumber myself with the shackles that tie a man down to one particular plot of ground; I own nothing, nothing beyond a few books and the motorcar which enables me to move from one encampment to another. It is pleasant to be free.

But occasionally, I must confess, I regret the chains with which I have not loaded myself. In these moods I desire a house full of stuff, a plot of land with things growing on it; I feel that I should like to know one small place and its people intimately, that I should like to have known them for years, all my life. But one cannot be two incompatible things at the same time.

If one desires freedom, one must sacrifice the advantages of being bound. It is, alas, only too obvious. Upon ruminating on the theory that life is found everywhere--plants, minerals, etc. Of course, his conclusion is much broader and refers to a root cause of much of the problems of the world--uniformed habit and customs. To deny life to matter and concentrate only on its measurable qualities was a sound policy that paid by results. No wonder we made a habit of it.

Habits easily become a part of us. We take them for granted, as we take for granted our hands and feet, the sun, falling downstairs instead of up, colours and sounds. To break a physical habit may be as painful as an amputation; to question the usefulness of an old-established habit of thought is felt to be an outrage, an indecency, a horrible sacrilege.

His feeling upon leaving India are shared by many travelers, myself included. I am glad to be leaving India. I have met old friends…and made new friends; I have seen many delightful and interesting things, much beauty, much that is strange, much that is grotesque and comical. Bt all the same I am glad to be going away. The reasons are purely selfish. What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over.

It is because I do not desire to grieve that I am glad to be going. For India is depressing as no other country I have ever known. One breathes in it, not air, but dust and hopelessness. In a section that feels surprisingly contemporary, he discusses that holiest of traveler grails--getting Off the Beaten Path. Every tourist is haunted by the desire to "get off the Beaten Track.

The longing to be in some way or other unique grows with every increase of standardisation. He wants something for his money which no one else possesses…. But it is not alone to desire to achieve uniqueness that makes the tourist so anxious to leave the Beaten Track.

It is not the anticipated pleasure of boasting about his achievements. The incorrigible romantic in every one of us believes, with a faith that is proof against all disappointments, that there is always something more remarkable off the Beaten Track than on it, that the things which it is difficult and troublesome to see must for that very reason be the most worth seeing.

A people whose own propagandists proclaim it to be mentally and morally deficient cannot expect to be looked up to. Sad to say, the entertainment industry has only become far more stupid in the last 80 years. He then describes a situation that every reader is familiar with. The genesis of Brave New World is apparent from the beginning. I had never read it; I began and was fascinated.

It is enough in a book to apply destructive common sense to the existing fabric of social organisaton and then, with the aid of constructive common sense, to build up the scattered pieces into a more seemly whole.

Ford seems a greater man than Buddha. Ruminating on the even then strong appeal of Buddhism in the West, Huxley states: One is all for religion until one visits a really religious country. One could disagree with the first part of that clause, but the point is well made. Hinduism gets a pass from most anti-religious, but the caste system is as terrible as any custom currently extant in the world. Later he stops in the port town of Miri, where live pigs are unloaded for the benefit of Chinese immigrant labor.

To get the pigs to chill out, Huxley reveals that they receive opium in their breakfast the morning of the delivery. Upon landing in Manila… I had been interviewed by nine reporters…I was asked what I thought of Manila, of the Filipino race, of the political problems of the islands--to which I could only reply by asking my interviewers what they thought about these subjects and assuring them, when they had told me, that I thought the same.

My opinions were considered by all parties to be extraordinarily sound. Upon arriving in Japan he comments on what was even then an expensive country. Accustomed to deploring and at the same time taking advantage of the low standards of living current elsewhere in the East, the traveller who enters Japan is rudely surprised when he finds himself asked to pay … a wage which would not be despised in Europe….

I was glad, for sake of the rickshaw coolies, that it should be so; for my own, I must confess, I was sorry. To the slave-owners, slaver seems a most delightful institution. Now to America, where he dallies on film sets in Hollywood and travels through Chicago onto New York.

His thoughts on America show that it has changed far more than the East Asian countries that make up the bulk of his journey and book. Almost certainly none of the ones he has chosen. Now that liberty is out of date, equality an exploded notion and fraternity a proven impossibility, republics should change their mottoes.

Intelligence, Sterility, Insolvency: that would do for contemporary France. But not for America. The American slogan would have to be something quite different.

The national motto should fit the national facts. And finally, upon returning full circle to London, he shares a sentiment that if we all thought that way would make the world a much more pleasant place to live. So the journey is over and I am back again where I started, richer by much experience and poorer by many exploded convictions, many perished certainties.

For convictions and certainties are too often the concomitants of ignorance. Of knowledge and experience the fruit is generally doubt…. I set out on my travels knowing, or thinking I knew, how men should live, how be governed, how educated, what they should believe.

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