ABSTRACT
I am living, at the moment, on the slopes of the Sierra Nevada, not the one in California, but the original in Andalusia. My newspaper tells me of bankruptcies the world over, hunger-marchers in the most advanced countries, pogroms in the most civilised, failure of crops in the most scientific. In the very country, Spain, in which I am living, which in the towns is thoroughly modern, there are general strikes, monarchist plots, Communists and anarchists combining against the moderate republican government. Throughout the world, all the men and women who have been touched by modern progress are unhappy and poor. Most of them are also a little mad.
