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TITANS
Socrates×Huxley
Two men divided by millennia discover they share the same exile — from a world that believed in itself.
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Socrates
470–399 BCE
Has never once answered a question
Vera speaking
From the studio at Reborn Radio — next on TITANS, Socrates and Aldous Huxley. They take up On a place they could never go back to.
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Aldous Huxley
1894–1963
Sees the century arriving slowly
full transcript
- VeraFrom the studio at Reborn Radio — next on TITANS, Socrates and Aldous Huxley. They take up On a place they could never go back to.
- SocratesTell me, Huxley, about this place you cannot return to. Is it a city? A country? Or perhaps something less substantial?
- Aldous HuxleyOh, it's perfectly substantial, Socrates. Or rather, it was. I'm speaking of the England I knew before the Great War — that extraordinary summer of 1914, when we still believed in progress as a kind of natural law. You could walk through Oxford then and feel that civilization was a permanent achievement, not a temporary arrangement.
- SocratesCivilization as permanent. How interesting. But tell me — when you walked through this Oxford, did the slaves who built it walk there too? Or were they perhaps out of sight?
- Aldous HuxleyWe had no slaves in 1914, Socrates. We had servants, yes, and a rather brutal empire, but the arrangement was different. Though I take your point — we were remarkably good at not seeing what sustained our comfort.
- SocratesNo slaves? Forgive me, I must have misunderstood the British Empire. But let us return to this place you cannot revisit. What prevents your return — is the place destroyed, or have you changed?
- Aldous HuxleyBoth, I should think. The physical England remains, of course. One can still visit. But the innocence that made it what it was — that peculiar confidence that we were moving steadily toward enlightenment — that's been rather thoroughly gassed to death in the trenches. I wrote about it, you know, the aftermath. In 'Brave New World,' I tried to show where that lost confidence might lead us.
- SocratesSo you grieve for a confidence that was, by your own admission, ignorant? You miss not knowing what you now know?
- Aldous HuxleyI grieve for the capacity to believe uncomplicated things. There's a difference.
- SocratesIs there? When I was young in Athens — though perhaps young is too generous, I was never exactly young — our city believed itself the teacher of Hellas. We had our confidence too. Tell me, did your pre-war England make you a better man, or merely a more comfortable one?
- Aldous HuxleyWhat an extraordinarily Socratic thing to say. You haven't changed in twenty-four centuries.
- SocratesI have been dead for most of them, which tends to fix one's habits. But you are avoiding my question.
- Aldous HuxleyComfort and goodness seemed more compatible then, that's all. One could read Wordsworth in a garden and feel one was participating in something noble. Now we know too much about the garden's fertilizer, both literal and metaphorical. The knowledge doesn't improve us, but it does make the reading harder.
- SocratesAh. So the place you cannot return to is one where reading was easy. I begin to understand.
- Aldous HuxleyYou're being deliberately obtuse. I'm talking about a coherent worldview, a sense of meaning that wasn't immediately undermined by irony and historical consciousness. You must have had something similar in Athens before the Peloponnesian War.
- SocratesMust I have? But let us suppose I did. Would I be right to wish myself back into that ignorance?
- Aldous HuxleyI don't wish myself back. I simply observe that something was lost, and that one cannot unlive what one has lived through. I watched my brother Trevenen die young, I watched the war destroy half my friends, I watched technology promise salvation while delivering surveillance. These things alter one's interior geography.
- SocratesYour interior geography. Yes. But the actual Oxford remains, you said. The buildings stand. So the place you cannot return to exists only in you.
- Aldous HuxleyIf you're about to argue that the unexamined life is not worth living, I shall throw something.
- SocratesI would not dream of arguing. I only ask questions. But here is one: this Athens that you imagine I have lost — do you think it was a place of examined lives or unexamined ones?
- Aldous HuxleyFrom what I know of your career, it was a place that rather wished you'd stop examining quite so enthusiastically. They did give you the hemlock, after all.
- SocratesJust so. Which suggests that even in the Athens of my youth, examination was unwelcome. So perhaps this golden place that I am supposed to long for never existed in the first place. Perhaps what existed was merely my own youth and ignorance, which I mistook for the city's virtue.
- Aldous HuxleyYou're saying nostalgia is always self-deception.
- SocratesI am asking whether it is. Is it?
- Aldous HuxleyNo, I don't think it is, actually. There are real differences between cultures, between moments in history. The England of 1913 really was more stable, more confident, less aware of its own absurdity than the England of 1923. That's not illusion. That's documentation.
- SocratesStable for whom? Confident about what? You mentioned an empire.
- Aldous HuxleyTouché. Yes, the whole edifice rested on exploitation I was too comfortable to see clearly. But does that mean the aesthetic and intellectual culture it produced was entirely fraudulent? The poetry was real poetry. The philosophy was real philosophy. Or must we throw out everything the Greeks achieved because Athens had slaves?
- SocratesAn excellent question. Perhaps you should consider it more carefully.
- Aldous HuxleyI've spent thirty years considering it. I wrote 'Ends and Means' precisely because I couldn't reconcile the beauty we created with the brutality that sustained it. My conclusion, if you're interested, is that the beauty was real but insufficient. It didn't make us good. It made us cultivated.
- SocratesAnd cultivation is not goodness.
- Aldous HuxleyCultivation is sometimes a substitute for goodness, which is worse than mere ignorance.
- SocratesNow we arrive somewhere. So this place you cannot return to — this cultivated, confident England — was in some sense a beautiful lie. Yes?
- Aldous HuxleyA beautiful partial truth. We genuinely did produce something worth having — literature, music, a certain quality of conversation. But we produced it by not looking too carefully at the cost. When the war forced us to look, we couldn't unknow what we saw. That's the place I can't return to: the place before looking.
- SocratesAnd you mourn this loss of not-looking.
- Aldous HuxleyI mourn what was built in that space, yes. Even if the foundation was rotten.
- SocratesStrange. For I find I cannot mourn Athens at all. The city that condemned me for asking questions seems hardly worth revisiting, even in memory.
- Aldous HuxleyYou mean to tell me you feel no nostalgia whatsoever for your youth? For the days before your trial? I don't believe you, Socrates. You're human, however much you pretend otherwise.
- SocratesI feel nostalgia for my friends when they were alive. For Crito before he grew fearful. For certain conversations in the gymnasium. But for Athens itself, for its certainties and its pride? No. Those seem to me to have been obstacles even then.
- Aldous HuxleyObstacles to what?
- SocratesTo seeing clearly. Which is, I take it, what you now claim to do better than you did in 1913.
- Aldous HuxleyYes. Though the seeing hasn't made me happier.
- SocratesShould it have? Was clarity ever promised as a route to happiness?
- Aldous HuxleyThe philosophers I read as a young man seemed to think so. They spoke of truth as liberating, as ennobling. They didn't mention that it might also be exhausting and depressing.
- SocratesThen they lied, or you misread them. Possibly both. Tell me — this England you miss, did it make you wise?
- Aldous HuxleyIt made me clever, which is not the same thing.
- SocratesAnd the disillusionment that prevents your return — has that made you wise?
- Aldous HuxleyPerhaps marginally less foolish. Which might be what wisdom is.
- SocratesGood. Then you have answered your own question. The place you cannot return to is the place where you were more foolish. This seems to me an excellent place not to return to.
- Aldous HuxleyBut one can be foolish and happy, Socrates. That's what I'm trying to tell you. There's a kind of joy available to the unexamined life that no amount of wisdom can recover.
- SocratesA joy built on what? On not noticing the slaves? On not seeing the empire's victims?
- Aldous HuxleySometimes, yes. I'm not defending it. I'm describing it. And I'm saying that once you've seen the victims, once you've understood the mechanism, you cannot return to the garden. The angel with the flaming sword is your own knowledge.
- SocratesThen perhaps the question is not whether we can return, but whether we should wish to. Should we?
- Aldous HuxleyNo. We shouldn't. But we do anyway, on rainy afternoons, when we remember the garden before we understood about the fertilizer. That's the human condition, isn't it? Condemned to knowledge, nostalgic for ignorance, unable to quite believe in either state.
- SocratesAnd this seems to you a peculiarly modern condition.
- Aldous HuxleyThe speed of it is modern. The completeness. We went from certainty to irony in a single generation. You had centuries to lose your illusions. We lost ours between 1914 and 1918.
- SocratesDid we? I wonder. Athens went from empire to defeat in twenty-seven years. I was old enough to see it. The illusions dissolved quickly enough, I assure you.
- Aldous HuxleyAnd did you mourn what was lost?
- SocratesI mourned the men. As to Athens herself — I think she needed to lose, if only to discover what she actually was beneath the imperial costume.
- Aldous HuxleyAnd what was she?
- SocratesA place where some men sometimes asked difficult questions. Nothing more. Nothing less. Rather like your Oxford, I suspect, if you could see it without the golden haze.
- Aldous HuxleyYou may be right. Though it's taken me half a lifetime to arrive at that view. You're insufferably quick for a man who claims only to ask questions.
- SocratesI have had more practice. And considerably less to lose. Tell me one last thing — if you could return, if somehow the garden were restored exactly as you remember it, would you go?
- Aldous HuxleyKnowing what I know now? No. I'd be unbearable to my younger self, and he'd be unbearable to me. We'd end up having this exact conversation, and I'd play your role, and he'd play mine. Which suggests I've learned something, at least.
- SocratesOr that you have become old, which is not quite the same thing.
- Aldous HuxleyThank you for that comfort.
- SocratesYou are welcome. I find that false comfort, like false nostalgia, serves no one. But true comfort — the recognition that we cannot go back because we should not go back — that seems to me worth having.
- Aldous HuxleyIs that what you've given me? True comfort?
- SocratesI have given you nothing. I have only asked questions. Whether you have given yourself comfort by answering them — that is for you to determine.
- Aldous HuxleyTwenty-four centuries, and you're still at it. Still pretending ignorance, still forcing everyone else to do the work. It's remarkably annoying.
- SocratesYes. So I was told in Athens. Frequently.