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greater the lie : Napoleon is consequently the most pitiable, the most

contemptible of all the actors in the great tragedy.

This, then, is the great illusion which Tolstoy sets himself to

expose: that individuals can, by the use of their own resources, understand and control the course of events. Those who believe this turn out to be dreadfully mistaken. And side by side with these public faces

-these hollow men, half self-deluded, half aware of being fraudulent,

1 On the connection of this with Stendhal'a lA CAtlrlrttllt u Ptmnt see

p. 56, note 1.

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talking, writing, desperately and aimlessly i n order to keep u p appearances and avoid facing the bleak truths-side by side with all this elaborate machinery for concealing the spectacle of human impotence

and irrelevance and blindness lies the real world, the stream of life

which men understand, the attending to the ordinary details of daily

existence. When Tolstoy contrasts this real life-the actual, everyday,

'live' experience of individuals-with the panoramic view conjured

up by historians, it is dear to him which is real, and which is a coherent,

sometimes elegantly contrived, but always fictitious construction.

Utterly unlike her as he is in almost every other respect, Tolstoy is,

perhaps, the first to propound the celebrated accusation which

Virginia Woolf half a century later levelled against the public prophets

of her own generation- Shaw and Wells and Arnold Bennett-blind

materialists who did not begin to understand what it is that life truly

consists of, who mistook its outer accidents, the unimportant aspects

which lie outside the individual soul-the so-called social, economic,

political realities-for that which alone is genuine, the individual

experience, the specific relation of individuals to one another, the

colours, smells, tastes, sounds, and movements, the jealousies, loves,

hatreds, passions, the rare Rashes of insight, the transforming moments,

the ordinary day-to-day succession of private data which constitute

all there is-which are reality.

What, then, is the historian's task-to describe the ultimate data of

subjective experience-the persona! lives lived by men-the 'thoughts,

knowledge, poetry, music, love, friendship, hates, passions' of which,

for Tolstoy, 'real' life is compounded, and only that? That was the

task to which Turgenev was perpetually calling Tolstoy-him and all

writers, but him in particular, because therein lay his true genius, his

destiny as a great Russian writer; and this he rejected with violent

indignation even during his middle years, before the final religious

phase. For this was not to give the answer to the question of what

there is, and why and how it comes to be and passes away, but to turn

one's back upon it altogether, and stifte one's desire to discover how

men live in society, and how they are affected by one another and by

their environment, arod to what end. This kind of artistic purismpreached in his day by Flaubert-this kind of preoccupation witl1 the analysis and description of the experience and the relationships and

problems and inner lives of individuals (later advocated and practised

by Gide and the writers he inftuenced, both in France and in England)

struck him as both trivial and hlse. He had no doubt about his own

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superlative skill in this very art-and that it was precisely this for

which he was admired; and he condemned it absolutely. In a letter

written while he was working on War and Peace he said with bittern� that he had no doubt that what the public would like best would be his scenes of social and personal life, his ladies and his gentlemen,

with their petty intrigues and entertaining conversations and marvellously described small idiosyncrasies.• But these are the trivial 'flowers'

of life, not the 'roots'. Tolstoy's purpose is the discovery of the truth,

and therefore he must know what history consists of, and recreate

only that. History is plainly not a science, and sociology, which

pretends that it is, is a fraud; no genuine laws of history have been

discovered, and the concepts in current use-'cause', 'accident', 'genius'

-explain nothing: they are merely thin disguises for ignorance. Why

do the events the totality of which we call history occur as they do?

Some historians attribute events to the acts of individuals, but this is

no answer: for they do not explain how these acts 'cause' the events

they are alleged to 'cause' or 'originate'. There is a passage of savage

irony intended by Tolstoy to parody the average school histories of his

time, sufficiently typical to be worth reproducing in fulclass="underline" 1

Louis XIV was a very proud and self-confident man. He had such

and such mistresses, and such and such ministers, and he governed

France badly. The heirs of Louis XIV were also weak men, and

also governed France badly. They also had such and such favourites

and such and such mistresses. Besides which, certain persons were

at this time writing books. By the end of the eighteenth century

there gathered in Paris two dcrzen or so persons who started saying

that all men were free and equal. Because of this in the whole of

France people began to slaughter and drown each other. These

people killed the king and a good many others. At this time there

was a man of genius in France-Napoleon. He conquered everyone

everywhere, i.e. killed a great many people because he was a great

genius; and, for some reason, he went off to kill Africans, and killed

1 Cf. the profession of faith in his celebrated-and militantly moralisticintroduction to an edition of Maupassant whose genius, despite everything, he admires ('Predislovie k sochineniyam Gyui de Mopassana', Po/not

sol!rt�t�it soclline11ii [ cf. p. 30, note 3 above], vol. 30, pp. 3-24). He thinks

much more poorly of Bernard Shaw, whose social rhetoric he calls stale and

platitudinous (diary entry for 3 I january I 908, ibid., voJ. 56, pp. 97-8).

• War a11ti Peace, epilogue, part z, chapter r .

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them so well, and was so clever and cunning, that, having arrived

in France, he ordered everyone to obey him, which they did.

Having made himself Emperor he again went to kill masses of

people in Italy, Austria and Prussia. And there too he killed a

great many. Now in Russia there was the Emperor Alexander who

decided to re-establish order in Europe, and therefore fought wars

with Napoleon. But in the year '07 he suddenly made friends with

him, and in the year ' 1 1 quarrelled with him again, and they both

again began to kill a great many people. And Napoleon brought six

hundred thousand men to Russia and conquered Moscow. But then

he suddenly ran away from Moscow, and then the Emperor

Alexander, aided by the advice of Stein and others, united Europe

to raise an army against the disturber of her pe;1ce. All Napoleon's

allies suddenly became his enemies; and this army marched against

Napoleon, who had gathered new forces. The allies conquered

Napoleon, entered Paris, forced Napoleon to renounce the throne,

and sent him to the island of Elba, without, however, depriving him