I feel the agony of Europe

“I see that my imperialist at London is howling that the Russians are fighting for freedom and they must be helped to resist the Hitlerite invasion. Once again, how ridiculous the ethics of this British war seems to me! You don’t say anything when the Soviets take Bessarabia, the Baltic lands, half of Poland, part of Finland—you howl for the Danzig Corridor, and now you help Stalin in the name of democracy, liberty, and Christianity…”

(22 June 1941)

“I know full well that I’m living at the end of a historical cycle, and that I won’t be able to integrate myself into the paradisal chaos that will follow. Besides, I wouldn’t be allowed to. The new Anglo-Soviet world won’t accept men like me into its bosom.”

(23 September 1942)

“Ι feel the agony, painfully, of those who are in Stalingrad, the agony of Europe. To bear this tragedy I seek refuge within myself, in the book I am writing, in my thoughts, which turn incessantly to the end of our continent. I kept the war out of this journal, to keep from dying of neurasthenia…Ι In the middle of this hell I hear Aeschylus leaving his tomb. He sang the heroic resistance of the Greeks to Asia; now he stands witness to the lame opposition Europe offers to the Euroasiatic horde. Churchill and Roosevelt met in Casablanca. Neither understands that Stalin is toying with them, that they are the victims of the most tragic farce in the history of the world: the Red murderers (who trump the other political murderers, by acting on a huge scale, on the scale of millions) are awaited as the liberators of Europe.”

(28 January 1943)

Μircea Eliade

Ἡ ἐπιστροφὴ τοῦ Μύθου