HUMBLE AND A WANDERER

Some years ago, I cannot say just how many, probably twelve or fourteen,

during the days when I led, or thought I led, a nomadic life, happening

to be in San Sebastian, I went to visit the Museum with the painter

Regoyos. After seeing everything, Soraluce, the director, indicated that

I was expected to inscribe my name in the visitor's register, and after

I had done so, he said:

"Place your titles beneath."

"Titles!" I exclaimed. "I have none."

"Then put down what you are. As you see, the others have done the same."

I looked at the book. True enough; there was one signature, So-and-So,

and beneath, "Chief of Administration of the Third Class and Knight of

Charles III"; another, Somebody Else, and beneath was written "Commander

of the Battalion of Isabella the Catholic, with the Cross of Maria

Cristina."

Then, perhaps slightly irritated at having neither titles nor honours

(burning with an anarchistic and Christian rancour, as Nietzsche would

have it), I jotted down a few casual words beneath my signature:

"Pío Baroja, a humble man and a wanderer."

Regoyos read them and burst out laughing.

"What an idea!" exclaimed the director of the Museum, as he closed the

volume.

And there I remained a humble man and a wanderer, overshadowed by Chiefs

of Administration of all Classes, Commanders of all Branches of the

Service, Knights of all kinds of Crosses, rich men returned from

America, bankers, etc., etc.

Am I a humble man and a wanderer? Not a bit of it! There is more

literary phantasy in the phrase than there is truth. Of humility I do

not now, nor have I ever possessed more than a few rather Buddhistic

fragments; nor am I a wanderer either, for making a few insignificant

journeys does not authorize one to call oneself a wanderer. Just as I

put myself down at that time as a humble man and a wanderer, so I might

call myself today a proud and sedentary person. Perhaps both

characterizations contain some degree of truth; and perhaps there is

nothing in either.

When a man scrutinizes himself very closely, he arrives at a point where

he does not know what is face and what is mask.

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