Sri Aurobindo
Letters on Poetry and Art
SABCL - Volume 27
Part 2. On His Own and Others’ Poetry
Section 2. On Poets and Poetry
Comments on Some Passages of Prose
Anatole France’s Irony
I so much enjoyed
Anatole France’s joke about God in the mouth of the arch-scoffer Brotteaux in
his book Les dieux ont soif that I must ask you
to read it.
Ou Dieu veut empêcher le mal et ne le peut, ou il ne peut et ne le veut, ou il ne le peut ni ne le veut, ou il le veut et le peut. S’il le veut et ne le peut, il est impuissant; s’il le peut et ne le veut, il est pervers; s’il ne le peut ni ne le veut, il est impuissant et pervers; s’il le peut et le veut, que ne le fait-il, mon {{0}}Père?[[Anatole France, Les dieux ont soif (Paris: Calmann-Lévy, 1965), p. 146. — Ed.]]
I wonder what God might answer to it, supposing he should ever feel inclined to?
Anatole France is always amusing whether he is
ironising about God and Christianity or about that rational animal, man or
Humanity (with a big H), and the follies of his reason and his conduct. But I
presume you never heard of God’s explanation of his non-interference to Anatole
France when they met in some Heaven of Irony, I suppose — it can’t have been in
the heaven of Karl Marx, in spite of France’s conversion before his death. God
is reported to have strolled up to him and said, “I say, Anatole, you know that
was a good joke of yours; but there was a good cause too for my
non-interference... Reason came along and told me, ‘Look here, why do you
pretend to exist? you know you don’t exist and never existed or, if you do, you
have made such a mess of your creation that we can’t tolerate you any longer.
Once we have got you out of the way, all will be right upon earth, tip-top, A-1:
my daughter Science and I have arranged that
between us. Man will raise his noble brow, the head of creation, dignified,
free, equal, fraternal, democratic, depending upon nothing but himself, with
nothing greater than himself anywhere in existence. There will be no God, no
gods, no churches, no priestcraft, no religion, no kings, no oppression, no
poverty, no war or discord anywhere. Industry will fill the earth with
abundance, Commerce will spread her golden reconciling wings everywhere.
Universal education will stamp out ignorance and leave no room for folly or
unreason in any human brain; man will become cultured, disciplined, rational,
scientific, well-informed, arriving always at the right conclusion upon full and
sufficient data. The voice of the scientist and the expert will be loud in the
land and guide mankind to the earthly paradise. A perfected society; health
universalised by a developed medical science and sound hygiene; everything
rationalised; science evolved, infallible, omnipotent, omniscient; the riddle of
existence solved; the Parliament of Man, the Federation of the world; evolution,
of which man, magnificent man, is the last term, completed in the noble white
race, a humanitarian kindness and uplifting for our backward brown, yellow and
black brothers; peace, peace, peace, reason, order, unity everywhere.’ There was
a lot more like that, Anatole, and I was so much impressed by the beauty of the
picture and its convenience, for I would have nothing to do or to supervise,
that I at once retired from business,— for, you know that I was always of a
retiring disposition and inclined to keep myself behind the veil or in the
background at the best of times. But what is this I hear? — it does not seem to
me from reports that Reason even with the help of Science has kept her promise.
And if not, why not? Is it because she would not or because she could not? or is
it because she both would not and could not, or because she would and could, but
somehow did not? And I say, Anatole, these children of theirs, the State,
Industrialism, Capitalism, Communism and the rest have a queer look — they seem
very much like Titanic monsters. Armed too with all the power of Intellect and
all the weapons and organisation of Science. And it does look as if mankind were
no freer under them than under the Kings and the Churches. What has happened —
or is it possible that Reason is not supreme and infallible,
even that she has made a greater mess of it than I could have done myself?” Here
the report of the conversation ends; I give it for what it is worth, for I am
not acquainted with this God and have to take him on trust from Anatole France.
1 August 1932