Whatever else he may have to say about the trials and vicissitudes of his existence, no one may rightfully claim he was bored by the life and times of the twentieth century. As we stand at the second half of it we can look back on five decades of the most prodigious social upheavals which the world has ever seen—and we can look forward to a future even more uncertain, if possible, than the past from which we just emerged. In forty convulsive, fateful years the comfortable, secure, sublimely confident world we knew in 1912 has been swept away by the rising tide of a world revolution which places in some doubt the issue of our survival as a civilization.
And yet, ironically enough, the massive fulminations to which we have been witness in the last two generations are at their roots overwhelmingly the product of Western ideas and Western technology. This is true and would be true even if Marx and the latter-day saints of modern Communism had all been London bankers. For it is we—not the Communists—who, without willing it, or even knowing it, made the revolution which we now look upon with such foreboding.