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LETTERS OF ENGLAND - IX (last)

ONE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH

The death of Sir Edmund Hillary and a very nice post of Miguel Castelo-Branco over the last heroes - or rather, death itself on the classical concept of hero - reminded me a fortune to have personally known two examples of the species already thin on the surface of the globe: Sir Fitzroy Maclean of Dunconnel, and Charles Ralph Boxer, the first disappeared in 1996, and second, some years later, in 2000. With Maclean was a chance encounter, by the cousin Archie over lunch at the Reform Club where invited as guest prated not know as MP.
Archie had forged good relations with Maclean's at Westminster and then sat on a function of the corner of the club talking to the old major-general, at the height of the MP Council of Europe. I do not remember how long, but enough to let me look at will the legendary Sir Fitzeroy. It was a manly man with the lines and marks that make strenuous years of leadership in a printed face. The mask of an ancient Roman, serious and laconic, with a look and a tear of the mouth of unabashed sarcasm or cruelty. At least that drove me to imagine the unusual career of the diplomat, military linguist and the Sovietology who traveled to Russia in the middle of Stalinism, the writer and traveler in Central Asia, the historian of Scotland and the biographer of Marshal Tito and Guy Burgess .
An early member of the SAS, Maclean distinguished himself in the greatest hardships of war in the Middle East, and in 1943 Churchill personally instructed him to launch into parachute in Yugoslavia, contact the partisans of Tito, and in his own words Maclean, "simply to Find Out who was killing the most Germans and Suggest means by Which We Could help to Them kill more. "One of the best portraits of the powerful nature of Maclean is the biography written by his wife, Lady Veronica Fraser-Phipps - Past Forgetting: A Memoir of Heroes, Adventure, Love and Life With Fitzroy Maclean - and the last Sir Fitzroy Maclean image - which I reproduce here - saw it in a book about books and libraries. Dressed in tartan with the colors of an ancient race of warriors, surrounded by books, globes, Memories of a world that stretched from Scotland to Central Asia, then in its bookstore Strachur House, the general seems prepared to give a final, ill-prepared assault on the voice of eternity.

The Charles Boxer could know better because he was visiting family in its occasional welcome to Lisbon. The old soldier has also doublé an academic was a gentleman friendly, smiling face of which was alien to any shade of hardness. The classic type of the landed gentry English who saw the world through the vicissitudes of diplomacy or war. It was a Charmeur and more, there was no ambiguity in it a difficult to define and would have to do with prolonged exposure to an Asia that was not the Maclean. And interestingly, if Maclean received his education at Eton, Boxer had it in the military academy at Sandhurst, the son of one of the fallen in the battle of Ypres. As an academic career, - holder of Camões Chair of Portuguese at King's College , and Professor of History at East Estremo Scool of Oriental and African Studies of London - Boxer did it precede by other military, no less brilliant. Trained as a military affairs expert Nipponese, Boxer did much of his career in China and Japan as the official British intelligence. Wounded and captured by the Japanese during the fall of Hong Kong in 1940 became the best of 5 years in captivity. A legendary captivity, where - unlike icons suffered style Merry Xmas Mr. Lawrence - it had imposed in respect of a nippon inculturation of gentleman, and would specialization in Asian history or the refinement of a bibliophile, then pioneered the practice for a Western art of kendo, a heroic tale, tinged slightly in recent years.

an article published in 2001 in The Guardian , Hywel Williams suggested the defection of Boxer during his internment in Japan, the result of a perverted nature complex "under the spell of the Japanese cultural style, ITS combination of intellectual, aesthetic refinement and power politics. " The example of "the Philby-Burgess-Maclean-Blunt Inglês generation of Marxist Intellectuals who embraced communism in the Soviet form", in Japan, Boxer, according to Williams, as "other members of his social class, HAD found another cause in another country and the East. " As the accusations leveled at the Maclean to have specialized in the killing cold in the Middle East and Yugoslavia, these shadows on the character of Boxer (as objections, indeed excessive, having sustained some of historiographically black legend of the Portuguese Empire) also dissipated with the passage of years.

Today, in their patent or latent contradictions, Boxer, as Maclean, especially impressive because they belong also to the world of empire builders that preceded a generation, the generation that saw the world as a personal challenge to respond in a dimension as individualistic as kaleidoscopic, dizzying but often intimate. An "aesthetics of energy" which often led to a wonderful reality distortion and claimed that the dramatic outbursts and simplistically from the ancient world are classified heroics. They were men for whom one world is not enough - Boxer as he liked to say, quoting the old motto those Ignatian from overseas who both studied at Epic Japan Nanban .
a very own, Maclean and Boxer were unquestioned embodiments of a kind of hero, fascinating men of action in simultaneous dimensions of the physical and the intellect, which only the middle and especially the canons of the old British school were able to produce in terms of models and approach to the oldest and most well regarded classics of the world and consider the men. As often happens with English in the same line, in vain be sought in other parts of Europe the similes of these characters. If the Nordic world is generally quite refined Latin world, already noticed Eça, not combining the miscibility of two dimensions; what Spain, Italy and France have each other is generally unconvincing and even farcical streak. In relative proportions, Fitzroy Maclean Charles Boxer in Russia or in China as the Middle East or TELawrence RFBurton the Nile and India were, in fact, paradigmatic embodiments of the Miguel well defined as a "race of giants gone out of fashion. "

Today, he writes, "The Times of glory - glory mercenary, glory Marketing - or go to the gladiators of modern times (the players, bikers, runners Formula 1) or to the secular saints of said major causes who become professionals in the art to condole the hearts of viewers ... The Life Aid, Medecins this and that, NGOs, the prophets of environmental disaster, all of them are a denial of such heroism that made the individual traits of daring extreme. The horizons are closed for major individual adventures, the whole world stopped being a mystery: no roads, telephones, internet and hotels in Tibet and the steppes of Central Asia, luxury liners in the Arctic seas, exotic tourism in South Pole Watch for whales and seals, phone in hand Massai in Kenya, heliports in the heart of the Amazon, satellites and GP'S to solitary navigators pursued by CNN. The world has lost the magic and sorcery. The adventurer who feels the temptation to risk is no longer African lions and other beasts, not people or indians cannibals. Find, yes, an inextricable network of disasters caused by man, men hunters Kalashnikov in hand, Ray-Ban glasses and flashy gold watches inlaid with diamonds. The generation of giants and heroes passed into history. The world without them, belongs to the mass-man, eager for reward and recognition of glory in the new Gotha the mob that is the Guinness. The risk does not increase risk for anyone; before downgrades. The "extreme sports" are, in particular, greater abjection of heroism, because the hero does not seek death, facing it and win it when it unexpectedly comes his way. The world has become decidedly a huge poultry ... "

In background: HM Royal Marines Band -" Lawrence of Arabia "