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455 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1978
“For there exists a great chasm between those, on one side, who relate everything to a single central vision, one system less or more coherent or articulate, in terms of which they understand, think and feel—a single, universal, organising principle in terms of which alone all that they are and say has significance—and, on the other side, those who may pursue many ends, often unrelated and even contradictory, connected, if at all, only in some de facto way, for some psychological or physiological cause, related by no moral or aesthetic principle; these last lead lives, perform acts, and entertain ideas that are centrifugal rather than centripetal, their thought is scattered or diffused, moving on many levels, seizing upon the essence of a vast variety of experiences and objects for what they are in themselves, without, consciously or unconsciously, seeking to fit them into, or exclude them from, any one unchanging, all-embracing, sometimes self-contradictory and incomplete, at times fanatical, unitary inner vision.”Berlin created the field of history of ideas. He wrote no great tomes. He focused on writing essays, disjointed when taken chronologically, that were compiled into loosely-themed books edited in large part by Henry Hardy. He didn’t write, as his biographer Michael Ignatieff describes in one of my very favorite biographies, he dictated and was transcribed. Therefore, when read aloud, one can almost hear Berlin’s voice. For those new to Berlin, Four Essays on Liberty (or, as it has been republished, Liberty: Incorporating Four Essays on Liberty) is probably a better place to begin. I read or reread Berlin at least once a year. Although he writes about the history of ideas, there are always lessons to be found that enlighten present day politics and governing.
“Why does a singer sing? Merely in order that, when he has stopped singing, his song might be remembered, so that the pleasure that his song has given may awaken a longing for that which cannot be recovered? No. This is a false and purblind and shallow view of life. The purpose of the singer is the song. And the purpose of life is to live it.”