This was an old book when I was young. I first found it in a used book shop in Columbia, Missouri. I read it thru back then and I remember thinking how much more I had to learn. Next to the enjoyment of Walter Lippmann’ cosmopolitan liberalism I am sure sat a youthful desire to seem smart and the hope this book might provide some tools that would impress. For years thereafter it rested on my bookshelves getting older along side me.
For some reason, maybe nostalgia, I decided to read it again. I found that Lippmann is just as impressive to me today as he was years ago. A lucid writer, a thoughtful philosopher, a antagonistic critic, very much a liberal in the old fashioned sense of the word; Lippmann must have often seemed out of place in his time. I think he was just ahead of it.
Although nearly 100 years old, A Preface to Morals speaks to our time as well.
“When then, it may be asked, does he (the politician) begin to be a statesman? He begins whenever he stops trying merely to satisfy or obfuscate the momentary wishes if his constituents, and sets out to make them realize and assent to those hidden interests of theirs which are permanent because they fit the facts and can be harmonized with the interests of their neighbors. “
“The various mechanical inventions from James Watt’s steam engine to the electric dishwasher and the vacuum cleaner are not this new element. All these inventions, singly or collectively, though they have revolutionized the manner of life, are not the ultimate reason why men put such hope in machines. Their hope is not based on the machines we possess. They are obviously a mixed blessing. Their hope is on the machines that are yet to be made, and they have reason to hope because a really new thing has come into the world. That new thing is the invention of invention.”
Lippmann also speaks to that synergy of human heart and human mind.
“A boy can take you into the open at night and show you the stars..... But until and unless he feels the vast indifference of the universe to his own fate, and has placed himself in the perspective of cold and illimitable space, he has not looked maturely at the heavens. Until he has felt this, and unless he can endure this, he remains a child, and in his childishness he will resent the heavens when they are not accommodating.....”
Everywhere I turn in this book I find something relevant. although I no longer have a desire to impress, I retain the desire to know and to understand.
This book is a favorite. Well recommended.