[The Joyful Wisdom,
362. Adapted from Thomas Common’s 1910
translation with reference to R. Kevin Hill’s 2018 Penguin Classics translation—which
itself seems to make extensive reference to Common’s.]
We owe it to Napoleon (and not at all to the French
Revolution, which had in view the “brotherhood” of the nations, and the florid
interchange of hearts and flowers among people generally) that a few warlike
centuries, which have not had their like in past history, may now follow one
another—in short, that we have entered upon the classical age of war, war at once scientific and popular, war on
the grandest scale (as regards means, talents and discipline), to which all
coming millenniums will look back with envy and awe as a work of perfection:—for
the national movement out of which this martial glory springs is only the
counter-shock against Napoleon, and would not exist without him. To him,
consequently, one will one day be able to attribute the fact that man in Europe has again got the upper
hand of the merchant and the Philistine; perhaps even of “woman” also, who has been
pampered by Christianity and the extravagant spirit of the eighteenth century,
and still more by “modern ideas.” Napoleon, who saw in modern ideas, and
accordingly in civilisation, something like a personal enemy, has by this
hostility proved himself one of the greatest continuators of the Renaissance:
he has brought to the surface a whole layer of the ancient character, the
decisive layer perhaps—a layer of granite. And who knows but that this layer of
ancient character will in the end get the upper hand of the national movement,
and will have to make itself in a
positive sense the heir and continuator of Napoleon,—who, as one knows,
wanted one Europe, and this the mistress
of the world.
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