>Stephen Graham
Europe—Whither Bound?
Being Letters of Travel from the Capitals of Europe in the Year 1921
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664584175
Table of Contents
EUROPE—WHITHER BOUND?
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
I. FROM ATHENS
EXTRA LEAVES
(i) On Passports and "Circulation"
II. FROM CONSTANTINOPLE (I) III. FROM CONSTANTINOPLE (II)
EXTRA LEAVES
(ii) On "Charity" and the Stagnation of Peoples
IV. FROM SOFIA V. FROM BELGRADE (I) VI. FROM BELGRADE (II) VII. FROM BUDAPEST VIII. FROM VIENNA
EXTRA LEAVES
(iii) On Money and League of Nations Currency
IX. FROM PRAGUE X. FROM WARSAW
EXTRA LEAVES
(iv) On Nationality and an Armistice Baby
XI. FROM MUNICH XII. FROM BERLIN (I) XIII. FROM BERLIN (II)
EXTRA LEAVES
(v) On "Clay Sparrows" and the Failure of Freedom
XIV. FROM ROME XV. FROM MONTE CARLO XVI. FROM LONDON XVII. FROM PARIS
EUROPE—WHITHER BOUND?
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
I. FROM ATHENS
Europe, whither goest thou?—the poignant question of to-day. The pride of Christian culture, the greatest human achievement in history, with, as we thought before 1914, the seal of immortality set upon her, is now perhaps moving towards dissolution and death. Europe has begun a rapid decline, though no one dares to think that she will continue in it downward until she reaches the chaos and misery and barbarity from which she sprang. Affairs will presently take a turn for the better, Europe will recover her balance and resume the road of progress which she left seven years ago—prompts Hope.
"Europe must die in order to be re-born as something better"; "all must be destroyed," say the theorists of revolution. "She staggers and falls and falls and plunges," seem to say the facts with the inexorableness of Fate.
Prophecy can be left to all men—it does not alter the course of events. The historian in the future will ask what was the actual condition of Europe at this time, and it is possible to assume that he would grasp eagerly at an account of a visit by an impartial observer to all the principal capitals of Europe in the year 1921. An effort to record what Europe looks like now, a series of true reflections and verbal photographs of swirling humanity at the great congregating places, the capitals, cannot but be of value. So with the motto: "See all: reserve your judgment," let us proceed.
The winds of the mountains traverse the well-shod civilization of a great city. At the end of each of the long streets rises a mountain, and on the mountain rest the clouds and the sky. You walk outwards, and climb the nearest and most prominent of the heights to the Acropolis, to the mighty slabs of the marble of the Parthenon, simple and pure in the mountain air, a point of
