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Sunday, November 1, 1964

The Road Is Better Than the Inn

We are now beginning to realize that these centuries, so self-satisfied, so perfectly rounded-off, are dead within. Genuine vital integrity does not consist in satisfaction, in attainment, in ar­rival. Cervantes said long since: “The road is always better than the inn.” When a period has satisfied its desires, its ideal, this means that it desires nothing more; that the wells of desire have been dried up. That is to say, our famous plenitude is in reality coming to an end. There are centuries which die of self-satisfac­tion through not knowing how to renew their desires, just as the happy drone dies after nuptial flight.

ORTEGA Y GASSET, Revolt of the Masses

From Manas, February 12, 1964.

The passage quoted by Ortega from Cervantes may be taken as a reply to the arguments of the utopians, whose energies are so much given to dreaming of the future that many of them do not know how to live in the present. To them, the present is contempt­ible, intolerable. You might say that in their thought they have socialized human longings, but col­ored them with a kind of collec­tivist avarice, making their strug­gle for power embody contradic­tory emotional components. They are lustful for the common good, angry at delays, and stridently self-righteous in their contentions. Any implication that a man may live a good life in the present is met by sneering rejection.

The other side of the question, however, must have its statement. It is true enough that much of the present is contemptible. There is always a sense in which the utopians are right. There is the likelihood, if not the certainty, that people who show no interest in the sort of changes the uto­pians talk about are themselves quite content with the status quo and indifferent to the welfare of those whose lives are ill served by the present.

The chief difficulty in resolving this contradiction lies in the fact that when men do find a balance between these two aspects of their lives—between work for the fu­ture, for better social or other arrangements, on the one hand, and a full expression of them­selves as human beings, here and now, on the other—they find it intuitively, and not by any plan or program that can be incorpo­rated in some progressive scheme. This sort of private resolution tends to be ignored or held to be worthless by the utopians, since their methods of arousing inter­est in what they believe ought to be done are not calculated to en­courage people to make the best use of their present circum­stances. Those circumstances must be made to change, and to admit them to be a matrix of any sort of growth would be to compromise their utopian ardor.

What can be done about this? Nothing short of a complete re­definition of utopian ends can help, it would seem. Even the methods of change must some­how lend themselves to a fullness of human life. These, as we say, must be “organic” to the kind of lives we want to live, and not a series of preparatory steps. The goal, in short, is not an inn, but a proper road. The good life would then be recognized as a form of endless movement along the way, and never a static, final condi­tion.



Same Old Problem

At this moment society is very generally philanthropic, ex­tremely desirous of improving the condition of the multitude; it is deeply affected by sufferings from disease and want, from close, small, and crowded dwellings, and seems resolved by legis­lation to get rid of dirt and discomfort. The object is excellent; the legislation, however, in the main is really directed against property; it is carried out, and can only be carried out, by some kind of restrictions and some kind of office-bearers to see them executed—an infallible means of dividing the existing amount of wealth in smaller portions, with no tendency to increase the whole, and certain, therefore, to sharpen and augment the pov­erty it really aspires to lessen.

The Economist (London), June 7, 1856