Great Britain and of Canada now rests.rnThe supreme court of Canada did notrnquote what Sir William Blackstone saidrnabout the Glorious Revolution: “Inrnthese, therefore, or other circumstancesrnwhich a fertile imagination may furnish,rnsince both law and history are silent, itrnbehooves us to be silent too, leaving tornfuture generations, whenever necessityrnand the safety of the whole shall requirernit, the exertion of those inherent thoughrnlatent powers of society which no climate,rnno time, no constitution, no contractrncan ever destroy or diminish.” Evenrnso, the judgment concludes by sayingrnthat, although there is no formal legalrnright of secession, “this does not excludernthe possibility of an unconstitutional secessionrnwhich might ripen into a secessionrnde facto.”rnNor did the court comment on the remarkrnabout secession made by Jean-rnClaude Turcotte, cardinal archbishop ofrnMontreal, on New Year’s Day 1998:rn”The supreme court can say what itrnwants. Even if they say that the right doesrnnot exist, if the people decide to do it, thernpeople are sovereign.”rnLet us hope that the danger of separationrnwill induce an honorable reconciliationrnwith Quebec. If this happens, as Irnardently hope, Canada will become thernmoral leader of all nations.rn—John Remington GrahamrnZBIGNIEW HERBERT died on Julyrn28. I first became familiar with Herberf srnwork in 1984, when Leopold Tyrmandrninvited me to become managing editorrnof Chronicles. In discussing future candidatesrnfor The Ingersoll Prizes, Tyrmandrnrepeatedly brought up Mr. Herbertrnas a future winner. Although I couldrnnot read Polish, Herbert’s verse made arndeep impression on me, both for its intellectualrnseriousness and for its lyricism.rnWhen I became executive secretary ofrnThe Ingersoll Prizes in 1985, I alreadyrnhad Herbert on my mind as a future winner,rnbut it was not until ten years laterrnthat I found a group of jurors who agreedrnwith me.rnMr. Herbert’s health did not, in thernend, allow him to come to Chicago, butrnwe paid tribute to him as best we could.rnI used the occasion to praise Herbert as arnpoet of civilization in a very uncivilizedrncentury:rn”The ideological revolutions of thisrncentury have been intellectually andrnmorally subversive; they have also donerntheir best to destroy the decent institutionsrnthat make everyday life bearable—rnthe free market, the family, religiousrnfaith. They deprived more than a billionrnpeople of their political liberty and quiternliterally murdered hundreds of millionsrnof human beings. Hitler, Lenin, Stalin,rnMao, Pol Pot—so much weak fleshrnburned in the purifying fire of their powerfulrnideologies.rn”No country suffered a worse fate thanrnPoland, overrun first by the Nazis andrnthen by the communists. Zbigniew Herbertrnwas 15 years old in 1939, when thernGerman tanks rolled into Poland, and hernwas to spend the war years in the Polishrnresistance. Wlien the communists tookrnup where the Nazis left off, Mr. Herbertrncontinued his resistance, refusing to collaboraternwith the literar)’ and intellectualrncommissars who put themselves inrncharge of Poland’s cultural institutions.rn”But for all the darkness of the times,rnHerbert’s poetr’ is anything but defeatist.rnThis is not to say that he is an optimist. Irncan think of no poet who has so well caphiredrnthe sense of what it is like to live notrnonly under subjugation but also in a societyrnin which people have forgottenrnhow to fight. In ‘Report From a BesiegedrnCity,’ he describes a city under siege,rnabandoned by its allies, and weakened inrnits resolve: ‘and if the cit)’ falls but a singlernman escapes / he will carry the city withinrnhimself on the roads of exile / he willrnbe the cit’.’rn”Zbigniew Herbert is that man, andrnthe city is not just Poland but, in a largerrnsense, it is the life of all cities, civilizationrnitself he carries with him. Like T.S. Eliotrn(in whose name this prize is given), Herbertrnis devoted to the legends and literaturernof the ancients. His classicism is explicitrnin several of his finest poems, andrnin ‘Why the Classics?’ he pays tribute tornthe hard-edged realism of Thucydides,rnwho was honest even about his ownrnfailure.rn”The late Leopold Tyrmand, whornlived through the same period, used torntell me that Herbert was unquestionablyrnthe greatest Polish writer of the 20th century,rnand although the two friends partedrnover a misunderstanding, Tyrmand neverrnceased to revere Herbert as a man whornwas —above all things —a faithful andrnloyal friend who never put either self-interestrnor ideology above friendship. As arnresult, one of the greatest poets of ourrntime has lived his life in poverty and obscurity.rn”Seamus Heaney (the 1995 winner ofrnthe Nobel Prize for literature) calledrnZbigniew Herbert the next Nobel Prizernwinner.. .”rnAlas it was not to be, but the failurernwas not Herbert’s but that of the literaryrndrudges who cannot recognize true merit.rnThe Ingersoll Prizes have been describedrnmore than once as the sane alternativernto the Nobel, and in presentingrnthe T.S. Eliot Award to Zbigniew Herbert,rnThe Ingersoll Foundation lived uprnto that claim.rn—Thomas FlemingrnT H E 1998 INGERSOLL PRIZE recipientsrnare Madison Jones and AntonyrnElew. At a ceremony at the Newberry Libraryrnin Chicago on November 1, Flewrnwill receive the Richard M. WeaverrnAward for Scholarly Letters; Jones, thernT.S. Eliot Award for Creative Writing.rnThe awards, each of which carries a cashrnprize of $20,000, recognize writers ofrnabiding importance whose works affirmrnthe fundamental principles of Westernrncivilization.rnMadison Jones was born in Nashville,rnTennessee, in 1925. Reared in and nearrnNashville, Jones received his bachelor’srndegree from Vanderbilt University inrn1949. He undertook graduate stiidics atrnthe University of Florida, receiving hisrnmaster’s degree in 1951. He taught Englishrnat Miami University of Ohio andrnthe University of Tennessee, and spentrnmost of his academic career at AuburnrnUniversity, where he is currently professorrnemeritus and University Writer-in-rnResidence, emeritus.rnJones is the author of ten novels, includingrnA Buried Land (1963), A Cry ofrnAbsence (1971), and Passage ThroughrnGehenna (1978). His 1967 novel. AnrnExile, was made into the 1970 JohnrnFrankenheimer film, I Walk the Line,rnstarring Gregory Peck, Tuesday Weld,rnand Johnny Gash. His most recentrnnovel, Nashville 1864: The Dying ofrnthe Light (1997), won the first annualrnMichael Shaara Award for Civil WarrnFiction. His articles and reviews havernappeared in the New York Times BookrnReview, Washington Post Book World,rnSewanee Review, and South AtlanticrnQuarterly, among others. His many honorsrninclude a Rockefeller FoundationrnFellowship (1968), a GuggenheimrnFoundation Fellowship (1973-74), andrnthe Sewanee Review’s Lytle Prize forrnShort Fiction (1992). He and his wife,rnShailah, have five children.rn8/CHRONICLESrnrnrn