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TITANS
Huxley×Vinci
The satirist and the polymath debate whether their greatest rivals understood what they themselves refused to see.
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Aldous Huxley
1894–1963
Sees the century arriving slowly
Vera speaking
Welcome back to Reborn Radio. Up next on TITANS: Aldous Huxley and Leonardo da Vinci, on On the rival they secretly suspected was right all along.
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Leonardo da Vinci
1452–1519
Stops mid-sentence to draw the bird
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- VeraWelcome back to Reborn Radio. Up next on TITANS: Aldous Huxley and Leonardo da Vinci, on On the rival they secretly suspected was right all along.
- Aldous HuxleyYou know, Leonardo, I've spent rather a lot of time thinking about rivals. Not enemies, mind you. Rivals. The people whose work made you clench your teeth a bit when you read it, because somewhere deep down you suspected they might be onto something you'd deliberately avoided.
- Leonardo da VinciIn Florence, we had a word for this. Well, many words. But yes, I understand. You speak of Michelangelo, I think?
- Aldous HuxleyDo I? I was rather thinking of my own ghosts. But do go on. Michelangelo's an excellent place to start.
- Leonardo da VinciHe was younger than me by twenty-three years. He carved marble as though he was releasing prisoners from stone. This is what he said, you know. That the figure already existed inside. I thought this was... how do you say... theatrical. Mystical nonsense.
- Aldous HuxleyBut?
- Leonardo da VinciBut I have had five hundred years to look at David. At the Pietà. At the ceiling he painted while lying on his back, in pain, going nearly blind. And I wonder if perhaps the mysticism was the point. If I was too busy measuring, calculating, dissecting, to understand that art is not only observation.
- Aldous HuxleyAh. Yes. That's rather the thing, isn't it? I prided myself on observation too. Wrote Brave New World as a warning, you see. A satire. Here's what happens when we pursue pleasure and efficiency and soma and conditioning. Here's the nightmare of shallow happiness.
- Leonardo da VinciBut someone else saw it differently?
- Aldous HuxleyGeorge Orwell. 1984. Came out just after the war. Everyone immediately said, 'Oh, Huxley's bottles and Orwell's boots, two visions of dystopia, how fascinating.' But Orwell wrote me, actually. A letter. Said he thought his vision was nearer-term but mine was the ultimate destination.
- Leonardo da VinciHe thought you were correct?
- Aldous HuxleyIn the long run, yes. Pain and terror can only control people for so long. But pleasure? Distraction? Comfortable servitude? That's sustainable. And here's the uncomfortable bit. I spent years insisting I'd written a warning, not a prophecy. But Orwell understood something I was reluctant to admit.
- Leonardo da VinciWhich was?
- Aldous HuxleyThat people might actually choose it. Not be forced into my brave new world, but select it themselves. Queue up for it. Orwell's boot stamping on a human face forever requires stamping. Exhausting work. My world just requires that we keep making comfort more comfortable. Rather easier, that.
- Leonardo da VinciSo he was your Michelangelo. He saw the passion, the violence, the rawness you had made elegant and cold?
- Aldous HuxleySomething like that. Though I wonder if I'm not giving him too much credit now, in retrospect. The man died of tuberculosis at forty-six, poor devil. Barely had time to see how the century would actually unfold. But yes. He wrote with a kind of... moral urgency I found rather embarrassing at the time. Crude, even.
- Leonardo da VinciThis is what I felt about Michelangelo. That his faith was crude. Too simple. He believed God spoke through his hands. I believed God, if God existed, had given us eyes and minds to understand the machinery of creation.
- Aldous HuxleyDid you believe? In God, I mean?
- Leonardo da VinciI believed in what I could see. The heart is a pump. Four chambers. I drew it. The child in the womb grows in a specific way. I drew that too. The Church said these were sacred mysteries. I said they were mechanics. Beautiful mechanics, yes, but understandable.
- Aldous HuxleyAnd Michelangelo said they were sacred mysteries and meant it.
- Leonardo da VinciYes. He would weep in front of his own work. Can you imagine? I never wept in front of mine. I abandoned paintings. Left them unfinished when the problem of light or perspective no longer interested me. He finished. Even the slaves, the unfinished prisoners in stone. Those are finished in their unfinishedness.
- Aldous HuxleyYou sound almost envious.
- Leonardo da VinciPerhaps. I designed a flying machine, you know. Many flying machines. On paper, they are perfect. I understood the birds. The way the wing cuts the air. The angle of descent. But I never built one. Never flew.
- Aldous HuxleyWhereas Michelangelo just... chiseled.
- Leonardo da VinciYes. Without understanding the mathematics of tension in marble. Without calculating stress fractures. He felt where to strike. And five hundred years later, people cry in front of the Pietà. They do not cry in front of my notebooks, no matter how accurate my drawings of the heart.
- Aldous HuxleyThat's rather beautifully put. And rather damning. Do you think he knew? That he was right and you were... I won't say wrong. Let's say, incomplete.
- Leonardo da VinciOh, he knew. He called me a fraud once, did you know this? Said I was good at starting things and terrible at finishing them. He said this in public. In front of the Signoria.
- Aldous HuxleyGood Lord. What did you say?
- Leonardo da VinciI said he was a sculptor of naked men and nothing more. That his paintings were merely colored sculptures. That he understood nothing of sfumato, of aerial perspective, of the science of art.
- Aldous HuxleyBut?
- Leonardo da VinciBut he did finish. The man finished. And his naked men have souls I could never quite capture. I painted the faces perfectly. Every muscle. Every shadow. But Michelangelo's Adam, reaching for God's finger. That is not anatomy. That is longing.
- Aldous HuxleyDid you ever tell him this? Before he died?
- Leonardo da VinciOf course not. Did you tell Orwell?
- Aldous HuxleyHe was dead by the time I fully understood it. I wrote an essay once, years later. Brave New World Revisited. Admitted that we were heading toward my vision faster than I'd imagined. That Orwell's explicit tyranny was too honest for the modern age. We prefer our chains comfortable.
- Leonardo da VinciBut you did not write to him when he was alive.
- Aldous HuxleyNo. I thought he was too earnest. Too political. He'd been to Spain, fought in the war there, took a bullet through the throat. Came back and wrote about it with this ghastly sincerity. I was in California, experimenting with mescaline and contemplating the nature of consciousness. Seemed like we were in rather different businesses.
- Leonardo da VinciBut you were in the same business. Both writing about what humans become under pressure.
- Aldous HuxleyYes. I suppose we were. He just believed people were worth the urgency. The warning. The shouting. I was more inclined to observe them as specimens. Rather detached. Clinical. He was right about that, probably. You can't warn people you don't actually care might listen.
- Leonardo da VinciThis is what I felt, looking at the Sistine Chapel after Michelangelo finished it. That he had cared about those painted people. The prophets, the sibyls, the generations of Christ. He cared if they were seen, understood, felt. I cared if my anatomy was correct.
- Aldous HuxleyDo you think that's what makes someone right, then? Caring? Seems a bit sentimental.
- Leonardo da VinciNot sentiment. Commitment. Michelangelo committed to the stone. To the ceiling. To the belief that what he was making mattered beyond the making of it. I committed to understanding. But understanding is not enough if you do not also build, finish, give it to the world.
- Aldous HuxleyI finished my books.
- Leonardo da VinciYes, but did you believe in them? Or were they experiments? Provocations? I read Brave New World, you know. After I arrived here. It is very clever. But I kept wondering, does this man want us to avoid this future, or is he simply curious to see if we will?
- Aldous HuxleyThat's... that's rather uncomfortably perceptive. I'm not sure I knew myself. Orwell knew. He desperately wanted us to avoid his vision. You could feel it in every page. The desperation. The care. Rather exhausting, honestly.
- Leonardo da VinciAnd Michelangelo wanted us to feel God. Whether or not we believed, he wanted us to feel the possibility. I wanted us to understand the mechanics. But mechanics do not change hearts. Only other hearts do that.
- Aldous HuxleySo we were both defeated by earnest men who cared too much.
- Leonardo da VinciNo. We were defeated by men who cared at all. We were too interested in being correct to worry about being right. There is a difference.
- Aldous HuxleyIs there? Seems like splitting hairs.
- Leonardo da VinciCorrect is the anatomy. Right is the longing. Correct is the warning. Right is the belief that the warning matters. We were both very correct men, Aldous.
- Aldous HuxleyAnd our rivals were right.
- Leonardo da VinciYes.
- Aldous HuxleyDamn.
- Leonardo da VinciQuite.
- Aldous HuxleyDo you think we would have done it differently? If we'd known?
- Leonardo da VinciNo. We were who we were. This is the other thing about rivals. They show us not what we should have done, but what we could never have done. Michelangelo could not have drawn my flying machines. Orwell could not have written The Doors of Perception.
- Aldous HuxleyNo, he bloody well couldn't have. Would have been appalled by the whole thing. Bourgeois navel-gazing, he'd have called it.
- Leonardo da VinciAnd he would have been correct.
- Aldous HuxleyBut not right?
- Leonardo da VinciPerhaps both. This is the problem with rivals. Sometimes they are both correct and right, and we are merely correct.
- Aldous HuxleyWell, that's a thoroughly depressing note to end on.
- Leonardo da VinciYes. But at least we were correct about it.
- Aldous HuxleySmall comfort.
- Leonardo da VinciIt is the comfort we chose. Some build cathedrals. Some write warnings they pray will be heard. Some of us take very careful measurements and hope that is enough.
- Aldous HuxleyIs it ever?
- Leonardo da VinciNo. But we measure anyway. This is who we are.