The Island of Fantasy: A Romance — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Island of Fantasy: A Romance
David Hume · en
Caliphronas smiled at receiving this compliment, which was intended to
further blind him to the reality of Justinian’s feelings towards him.
“There is nothing I should like better than to become a leader in
reality,” he said gayly; “to inspire my countrymen with the desire of
once more making Hellas supreme queen of the world.”
“Of the intellectual world?”
“Or the material—it matters not which.”
“Pardon me, but it matters a great deal,” replied Justinian quickly.
“Politically, Greece has a place among the Powers—she has a constitution
and a king. So, as far as material prosperity goes, I wish not to meddle
with her, but my aim is to revive her intellectuality, and Crispin’s
play was entirely written to illustrate that point. Hellas will never be
a modern Roman empire—she never was an all-conquering power, and her
strength lay in the brains, not in the hands of her sons. After all, is
it not greater to control the minds than the bodies of men?”
“You want to turn Hellas into a school.”
“The pen is mightier than the sword,” rejoined Justinian sententiously.
“Let other nations be merchants and warriors, while Greece reasserts her
ancient vocation of teacher. An aptitude for a special line is as true
of the many as of the one. You would not give the lyre to the soldier
nor the sword to the poet, so every race should exercise the talents
with which it is especially gifted; not, of course, to the exclusion of
others, but make its peculiar gift its greatest aim. At present, the
great human family of Europe is in a state of transition, and, unaware
of each other’s aims, are watchfully in arms the one against the other.
Let us hope that before the end of the twentieth century they will
recognize that one special faculty predominates in every nation, and
permit each other to cultivate that special faculty.”
“What!” exclaimed Maurice, somewhat astonished, “would you have the
English nothing but shopkeepers and colonizers—the French, a nation of
warriors—the Germans, philosophers only, and the Italians, musicians?
That, indeed, would narrow down the talents of the world to one special
field each.”
“You do not understand me, Maurice,” said Justinian impatiently. “I
quite agree that every nation should have its own literature, art,
music, philosophy, and drama, but the one special gift of the race
should be cultivated more than the others; it should be made a state
law—a political necessity. However, this question admits of much
argument, and we have no time to argue now, but, in illustration that I
am not so narrow-minded as you think, I will merely point out, that I
educate my Greeks in military and civil occupations quite as much as I
attend to their intellectuality.”
“After all,” said Caliphronas pointedly, “only civil occupations, such
as touch agriculture, are necessary, for intellectuality is yet in the
future with us, and it is not likely Melnos will ever require to resort
to arms.”