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The Economic Consequences of the Peace

 

 

 

by John Maynard Keynes

 

 

 

1919

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1 Introductory

 

 

 

Chapter 2 Europe Before the War

 

 

 

Chapter 3 The Conference

 

 

 

Chapter 4 The Treaty

 

 

 

Chapter 5 Reparation

 

 

 

Chapter 6 Europe After the Treaty

 

 

 

Chapter 7 Remedies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1: Introductory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The power to become habituated to his surroundings is a

 

 

 

marked characteristic of mankind. Very few of us realise with

 

 

 

conviction the intensely unusual, unstable, complicated,

 

 

 

unreliable, temporary nature of the economic organisation by

 

 

 

which Western Europe has lived for the last half century. We

 

 

 

assume some of the most peculiar and temporary of our late

 

 

 

advantages as natural, permanent, and to be depended on, and we

 

 

 

lay our plans accordingly. On this sandy and false foundation we

 

 

 

scheme for social improvement and dress our political platforms,

 

 

 

pursue our animosities and particular ambitions, and feel

 

 

 

ourselves with enough margin in hand to foster, not assuage,

 

 

 

civil conflict in the European family. Moved by insane delusion

 

 

 

and reckless self-regard, the German people overturned the

 

 

 

foundations on which we all lived and built. But the spokesmen of

 

 

 

the French and British peoples have run the risk of completing

 

 

 

the ruin which Germany began, by a peace which, if it is carried

 

 

 

into effect, must impair yet further, when it might have

 

 

 

restored, the delicate, complicated organisation, already shaken

 

 

 

and broken by war, through which alone the European peoples can

 

 

 

employ themselves and live.

 

 

 

     In England the outward aspect of life does not yet teach us

 

 

 

to feel or realise in the least that an age is over. We are busy

 

 

 

picking up the threads of our life where we dropped them, with

 

 

 

this difference only, that many of us seem a good deal richer

 

 

 

than we were before. Where we spent millions before the war, we

 

 

 

have now learnt that we can spend hundreds of millions and

 

 

 

apparently not suffer for it. Evidently we did not exploit to the

 

 

 

utmost the possibilities of our economic life. We look,

 

 

 

therefore, not only to a return to the comforts of 1914, but to

 

 

 

an immense broadening and intensification of them. All classes

 

 

 

alike thus build their plans, the rich to spend more and save

 

 

 

less, the poor to spend more and work less.

 

 

 

     But perhaps it is only in England (and America) that it is

 

 

 

possible to be so unconscious. In continental Europe the earth

 

 

 

heaves and no one but is aware of the rumblings. There it is not

 

 

 

just a matter of extravagance or 'labour troubles'; but of life

 

 

 

and death, of starvation and existence, and of the fearful

 

 

 

convulsions of a dying civilisation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     For one who spent in Paris the greater part of the six months

 

 

 

which succeeded the armistice an occasional visit to London was a

 

 

 

strange experience. England still stands outside Europe. Europe's

 

 

 

voiceless tremors do not reach her. Europe is apart and England

 

 

 

is not of her flesh and body. But Europe is solid with herself.

 

 

 

France, Germany, Italy, Austria, and Holland, Russia and Roumania

 

 

 

and Poland, throb together, and their structure and civilisation

 

 

 

are essentially one. They flourished together, they have rocked

 

 

 

together in a war which we, in spite of our enormous

 

 

 

contributions and sacrifices (like though in a less degree than

 

 

 

America), economically stood outside, and they may fall together.

 

 

 

In this lies the destructive significance of the Peace of Paris.

 

 

 

If the European civil war is to end with France and Italy abusing

 

 

 

their momentary victorious power to destroy Germany and

 

 

 

Austria-Hungary now prostrate, they invite their own destruction

 

 

 

also, being so deeply and inextricably intertwined with their

 

 

 

victims by hidden psychic and economic bonds. At any rate an

 

 

 

Englishman who took part in the Conference of Paris and was

 

 

 

during those months a member of the Supreme Economic Council of

 

 

 

the Allied Powers, was bound to become -- for him a new

 

 

 

experience -- a European in his cares and outlook. There, at the

 

 

 

nerve centre of the European system, his British preoccupations

 

 

 

must largely fall away and he must be haunted by other and more

 

 

 

dreadful spectres. Paris was a nightmare, and everyone there was

 

 

 

morbid. A sense of impending catastrophe overhung the frivolous

 

 

 

scene; the futility and smallness of man before the great events

 

 

 

confronting him; the mingled significance and unreality of the

 

 

 

decisions; levity, blindness, insolence, confused cries from

 

 

 

without-all the elements of ancient tragedy were there. Seated

 

 

 

indeed amid the theatrical trappings of the French saloons of

 

 

 

state, one could wonder if the extraordinary visages of Wilson

 

 

 

and of Clemenceau, with their fixed hue and unchanging

 

 

 

characterisation, were really faces at all and not the

 

 

 

tragic-comic masks of some strange drama or puppet-show.

 

 

 

     The proceedings of Paris all had this air of extraordinary

 

 

 

importance and unimportance at the same time. The decisions

 

 

 

seemed charged with consequences to the future of human society;

 

 

 

yet the air whispered that the word was not flesh, that it was

 

 

 

futile, insignificant, of no effect, dissociated from events; and

 

 

 

one felt most strongly the impression, described by Tolstoy in

 

 

 

War and Peace or by Hardy in The Dynasts, of events marching on

 

 

 

to their fated conclusion uninfluenced and unaffected by the

 

 

 

cerebrations of statesmen in council:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                  Spirit of the Years

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         Observe that all wide sight and self-command

 

 

 

         Deserts these throngs now driven to demonry

 

 

 

         By the Immanent Unrecking. Nought remains

 

 

 

         But vindictiveness here amid the strong,

 

 

 

         And there amid the weak an impotent rage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                  Spirit of the Pities

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         Why prompts the Will so senseless-shaped a doing?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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