By Boris Johnson
It is one of the
tragic delusions of the human race that we believe in the inevitability of
progress. We look around us, and we seem to see a glorious affirmation that our
ruthless species of homo is getting ever more sapiens. We see ice cream
Snickers bars and in vitro babies and beautiful electronic pads on which you
can paint with your fingertip and – by heaven – suitcases with wheels! Think of
it: we managed to put a man on the moon about 35 years before we came up with
wheelie-suitcases; and yet here they are. They have completely displaced the
old type of suitcase, the ones with a handle that you used to lug puffing down
platforms.
Aren’t they
grand? Life seems impossible without them, and soon they will no doubt be
joined by so many other improvements – acne cures, electric cars, electric suitcases
– that we will be strengthened in our superstition that history is a one-way
ratchet, an endless click click click forwards to a nirvana of liberal
democratic free-market brotherhood of man. Isn’t that what history teaches us,
that humanity is engaged in a remorseless ascent?
On the contrary:
history teaches us that the tide can suddenly and inexplicably go out, and that
things can lurch backwards into darkness and squalor and appalling violence.
The Romans gave us roads and aqueducts and glass and sanitation and all the
other benefits famously listed by Monty Python; indeed, they were probably on
the verge of discovering the wheely-suitcase when they went into decline and
fall in the fifth century AD.