ted although an
actual member of the revolutionary committee and at that time under
sentence for life. In 1875 after the fall of the republic it had been
in the face of universal popular reaction that the Krausistas founded
their free university. The lump is leavened.

But Unamuno. A Basque from the country of Loyola, living in Salamanca
in the highest coldest part of the plateau of old Castile, in many
senses the opposite of Giner de los Rios, who was austere as a man on a
long pleasant walk doesn't overeat or overdrink so that the walk may be
longer and pleasanter, while Unamuno is austere religiously, mystically.
Giner de los Rios was the champion of life, Unamuno is the champion of
death. Here is his creed, one of his creeds, from the preface of the
_Vida de Don Quijote y Sancho_:

"There is no future: there is never a future. This thing they call
the future is one of the greatest lies. To-day is the real future.
What will we be to-morrow? There is no to-morrow. What about us
to-day, now; that is the only question.

"And as for to-day, all these nincompoops are thoroughly satisfied
because they exist to-day, mere existence is enough for them.
Existence, ordinary naked existence fills their whole soul. They
feel nothing beyond existence.

"But do they exist? Really exist? I think not, because if they did
exist, if they really existed, existence would be suffering for
them and they wouldn't content themselves with it. If they really
and truly existed in time and space they would suffer not being of
eternity and infinity. And this suffering, this passion, what is it
but the passion of God in us? God who suffers in us from our
temporariness and finitude, that divine suffering will burst all
the puny bonds of logic with which they try to tie down their puny
memories and their puny hopes, the illusion of their past and the
illusion of their future.

* * * * *

"Your Quixotic madness has made you more than once speak to me of
Quixotism as the new religion. And I tell you that this new
religion you propose to me, if it hatched, would have two singular
merits. One that its founder, its prophet, Don Quixote--not
Cervantes--probably wasn't a real man of flesh and blood at all,
indeed we suspect that he was pure fiction. And the other merit
would be that this prophet was a ridiculou