Author: David Spiech Page 89 of 283

To Mary Potter Bush
C/o Brown Shipley & Co. London
Oxford, England. March 11, 1916

Although the battle of Verdun is still going on, I think the worst consequences which we feared at first are less threatening, whatever the issue may be. The French have defended themselves so efficaciously that even if they retire, it will probably not be without having inflicted paralysing losses on the enemy. It is all very horrible and very perilous; but I feel on the whole less depressed and oppressed than hitherto.

When one thinks that the greater part of mankind have always had war at their gates, and no certainty of food for the morrow, and yet have survived and been merry on every possible pretext, one understands how it is possible to get used to anything even to this war.

As to The New Republic, I have long been despleased with it, and am not going to contribute to it any longer. They seem to be a set of disinherited Bohemians, clever and amiable enough, but without any solid affections or any solid instruction. I like some of them personally, and for that reason consented to write for them sometimes, but I don’t like their friends nor their principles. And I imagine they have not force enough to count for very much, even on the wrong side.

. . . You needn’t fear that I am stranded or in trouble of any material sort. I have a (Spanish) passport and might go to Spain or Italy if I chose but I prefer to wait until things are comparatively normal again—they will never be quite the same—and meantime I am quite comfortable here, leading a self-indulgent life, seeing some people (Strong daily) and finishing my book on Egotism in German philosophy.

. . . I sometimes am quite in doubt whether my writing is feeble and too smooth, or rash and too violent.

From The Letters of George Santayana:  Book Two, 1910-1920.  Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press, 2001.
Location of manuscript: Butler Library, Columbia University, New York NY.

To Mary Whitall Smith Berenson
Hotel Bristol
Rome. March 10, 1930

What! Do you propose that I should make a visit? It is a delusion of your excessive kindness to imagine that I might still be fit for such things. I am not; because although well enough in appearance, and still going strong in the solitude of my insides, I am deaf physically and intellectually, and incapable of society.

I have so long and so completely renounced all society that I don’t dare to go anywhere, and say nothing when I do.

From The Letters of George Santayana:  Book Four, 1928–1932.  Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press, 2003. Location of manuscript: Villa I Tatti, Settignano, Italy.

To Victor Wolfgang von Hagen
C/o Brown Shipley & Co. 123
Pall Mall, London, S.W.1
Rome. March 9, 1929

The only definite assertion to which I demur is that I have always had plenty of money. If that had been the case, I never should have attempted to teach philosophy, but I had to earn my own living, and that was the way that happened to be open.

You are wrong fundamentally, I think, about Christ: those ravings of Nietzsche’s were excusable in him: but why repeat them?

From The Letters of George Santayana:  Book Four, 1928–1932.  Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press, 2003.
Location of manuscript: Unknown.

To Ezra Loomis Pound
Hotel Danieli
Venice. March 7, 1940

You and T. S. E. are reformers, full of prophetic zeal and faith in the Advent of the Lord; whereas I am cynically content to let people educate or neglect themselves as they may prefer.

From The Letters of George Santayana:  Book Six, 1937-1940.  Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press, 2004.
Location of manuscript: The Beinicke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University, New Haven CT.