Historia Calamitatum
HISTORIA CALAMITATUM THE STORY OF MY MISFORTUNES An Autobiography by Peter Abelard Translated by Henry Adams Bellows Introduction by Ralph Adams Cram INTRODUCTION The "Historia Calamitatum" of Peter Abelard is one of those human documents, out of the very heart of the Middle Ages, that illuminates by the glow of its ardour a shadowy period that has been made even more dusky and incomprehensible by unsympathetic commentators and the ill-digested matter of "source-books." Like the "Confessions" of St. Augustine it is an authentic revelation of personality and, like the latter, it seems to show how unchangeable
England, Wales and Scotland; but we had one in forty seventy years ago.
Then there is the enormous progress of psychology--all clean against us
for at least a century. First, you see, there was Materialism, pure and
simple that failed more or less--it was too crude--until psychology came
to the rescue. Now psychology claims all the rest of the ground; and the
supernatural sense seems accounted for. That's the claim. No, father, we
are losing; and we shall go on losing, and I think we must even be ready
for a catastrophe at any moment."
"But---" began Percy.
"You think that weak for an old man on the edge of the grave. Well, it
is what I think. I see no hope. In fact, it seems to me that even now
something may come on us quickly. No; I see no hope until---"
Percy looked up sharply.
"Until our Lord comes back," said the old statesman.
Father Francis sighed once more, and there fell a silence.
* * * * *
"And the fall of the Universities?" said Percy at last.
"My dear father, it was exactly like the fall of the Monasteries under
HISTORIA CALAMITATUM THE STORY OF MY MISFORTUNES An Autobiography by Peter Abelard Translated by Henry Adams Bellows Introduction by Ralph Adams Cram INTRODUCTION The "Historia Calamitatum" of Peter Abelard is one of those human documents, out of the very heart of the Middle Ages, that illuminates by the glow of its ardour a shadowy period that has been made even more dusky and incomprehensible by unsympathetic commentators and the ill-digested matter of "source-books." Like the "Confessions" of St. Augustine it is an authentic revelation of personality and, like the latter, it seems to show how unchangeable