Friday, September 14, 2012

John Steinbeck

Among men, it seems, historically at any rate, that processes of co-ordination and disintegration follow each other with great regularity, and the index of the co-ordination is the measure of the disintegration which follows. There is no mob like a group of well-drilled soldiers when they have thrown off their discipline. And there is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him. There is no hater like one who has greatly loved. -John Steinbeck, novelist, Nobel laureate (1902-1968)

This is expressed with great assurance and so tends to carry one along with it, but I think it contains some truth and some error. Significantly, the generalizations are where the errors are. It may well be true that a mob of soldiers is most dangerous, and that a man upheld by a clear pattern may be quite lost without it.  But I don't think it is generally true that the degree of chaos is an index of the order that preceded it. More importantly, I don't think that one who truly loves greatly would ever be a great hater.

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