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Bishop Conley’s Eulogy for Dr. Dennis Quinn

Dear Friends,

We owe so much to Dr. Dennis Quinn.  I owe so much to Dr. Quinn.  Without Dr. Quinn I would not exist because my parents would never have met at the IHP program at KU.  Without the IHP program there would be no St. Greg’s, and no Whalens or Bascoms; certainly without Dr. Quinn there would be no Sercer.  No memory of Stinky the goat, no dead poets society in the wee hours of the morning, no adventures, no Jerry, no Draught of Vintage, no Friday Nights, no Prank Wars, no reciting poetry to Dr. Stryer, no capbar pedanticism.  Josh Neu would have been an outcast and Peter Kane would have become an Eliot scholar.

There is a ripple effect caused by this program, it has an impact on your life, whether you know it or not.  For some the ripple is more significant than others.  We can all learn from Dr. Quinn; we are all his students even after his death.  We are all seekers of truth, wonderers at wonder itself.  Dr. Quinn’s project does not die with him, it lives on in us and in our students, our friends, our children, our projects and our communities.  Never forget the great gift that we have been given.  Thank you Dr. Quinn for everything that you have given me!  May God bless you and bring you to Himself.

-Peter

Now, please read this moving funeral oration by Bishop James Conley at the funeral of Dr. Quinn at the St. Lawrence Center (the church of my boyhood).

(Or you can listen to it here.)

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Funeral Mass for Dr. Dennis B. Quinn

St. Lawrence Center, Lawrence, Kansas

March 18, 2011

 

 

My name is Bishop James Conley, Auxiliary Bishop of the Archdiocese of Denver and a former student of Professor Dennis Quinn and the Integrated Humanities Program here at the University of Kansas. On behalf of Father Abbot Philip Anderson, the Abbot of Our Lady of the Abbey of Our Lady of the Annunciation of Clear Creek, the Prior, Father Francis Bethel, also former students of Dr. Quinn and the I.H.P., Father Steve Beseau, the current Director of the St. Lawrence Catholic Student Center, Msgr. Vince Krische, the long time former Director of the St. Lawrence Center and close friend of the I.H.P., I would like to extend our prayers and condolences to the Quinn family, especially to son Tim, daughters Monica and Alison, and to all the family on the death of your father, and grandfather, and our teacher and friend, Dennis B. Quinn.

 

In this penitential season of Lent, a season of prayer and penance, our thoughts and reflections are directed toward the Paschal Mystery of Christ, namely the Passion, Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, which we will celebrate as the culmination of our Lenten Season in Holy Week, particularly during the Sacred Triduum.

 




The Paschal Mystery of Christ is the mystery of God’s love for us, the love which redeemed us from our sins, the love that was nailed to the cross, the love that rose from the dead on the third day.

 

And we are all called by God to live this mysterious love in our lives; to imitate this love, to manifest this love, to radiate this love, in our thoughts, words and actions every single day. This necessarily means that we must die to ourselves daily. That we must die to the selfishness, to the pride, to the ingratitude, to the vanity, to the self-indulgence, to the sin which is “too much with us late and soon,” a part of our human nature. This is what Lent is all about.

 

Through our rededication to prayer in Lent, through our fasting, mortification and sacrifices, through our almsgiving and renewed generosity toward others, we shake off the “old self” and put on the new man once again, we put on Christ in a new way.

 

The readings chosen for today’s Mass of Christian Burial remind us of this.  They remind us that we are but mere pilgrims in this world. That we are making our way through this world as fellow pilgrims who seek a kingdom that is real, but that is ever allusive and about which we only get glimpses of along our way. Glimpses which inspire hope and remind us of our destiny.  In spite of adversity and set backs we forge ahead as happy pilgrims, as our first reading from the Book of Wisdom just reminded us:  “For if before men, indeed they be punished, yet their hope is full of immortality; chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed.”  And, “Those who trust in him shall understand truth, and the faithful shall abide with him in love.”

 

And when that hope reveals itself as we pass from this life to the next it will happen, as St. Paul tells us, “in an instant, in a blink of an eye” and “that which is corruptible will clothe itself with incorruptibility and that which is mortal will clothe itself with immortality.”

 

And then we shall say:  “Where, O Death is your victory? Where, O Death, is your sting?”  Or with the words of his beloved poet, John Donne:  “Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, for, those whom thou thinkest, thou dost overthrow, die not poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me!”

 

Dr. Quinn knew all of these truths and he taught them to his students. He taught us to see the world with the eyes of wonder.  Nascantur in Admiratione: let them be born in wonder, the motto of I.H.P., that we might more easily see those glimpses, those manifestations of that kingdom, that invisible world, as Blessed John Henry Newman so often spoke about, so that this “invisible world becomes more real than the visible world which is constantly passing away before our eyes.”

 

In his forward to Dr. Quinn’s Magnus Opus, “Iris Exiled: A Synoptic History of Wonder,” the Jesuit, Father James Schall wrote these words:  “To wonder about wonder is the vocation of Dennis Quinn.” This was his passion.  Through the Integrated Humanities Program which he initiated and directed and fought to keep in existence, with the help of his two beloved colleagues, John Senior and Frank Nellick to be sure, but let it be known, the IHP would never have come into existence and would never have lasted as long as it did were it not for Professor Quinn who battled with the powers that be, to keep it going. Dr. Quinn taught us to have this same sense of wonder and love of learning, this same passion for truth, goodness and beauty, and this changed our lives forever! We were never the same! We were truly born again, as it were, in wonder. We saw the world in a different way.

 

Professor Quinn called this kind of learning “education by the muses” or the “poetic mode” of education. He introduced us to reality through delight. This opened a whole new world to us.  A world that was filled with mystery and beauty, but also a world that was very real and tangible.  This was not mere fantasy or dreamy idealism, as he once wrote in an essay:  “Mistake me not: wonder is no sugary sentimentality but, rather a mighty passion, a species of fear, an awful confrontation of the mystery of things.”

 

This kind of education, education by the muses or poetic education was a participatory kind of learning whether it was through the poetry we memorized and then recited, the songs we would sing before class, the stargazing at night west of Lawrence, the Yankee trade fairs, the magic of the spring waltzes, the banquets and parties at the Castle Tea Room, the trips to Italy and Greece and Ireland — we participated in the thing itself, we experienced the reality of what we were learning. Again, to refer to Newman, we moved from the mere notional assent to the truth, where we understand things in a notional way primarily through the intellect, we moved to a real assent, to real understanding which engages our whole being. “The muses present life fresh, as if seen and experienced for the first time.”

 

Dr. Quinn put it this way in that same essay: “Education by the Muses is participatory. To sing a love song is not identical to being in love, but it is to participate somehow in that experience. When a child sees the twinkle of the star he knows it directly; when he chants the rhyme he knows the twinkling indirectly by participating in it. Poetry and music and even astronomy at this level are not to be studied but to be done!”

 

For many of us this kind of education disposed us to the gift of faith for the first time in our lives, and many of us converted to the Catholic Church. And this got Dr. Quinn and his colleagues into a lot of trouble with the university! They were accused of being conspirators in corrupting the minds of unsuspecting youth much like Socrates was. But this is what happens when you open yourself to the mysteries, grace may take hold of you and never let you go.

 

Yesterday, Monica was telling me a story about her dad that took place at a Belloc Society meeting at the Castle Tea Room.  He was relating the fact that he had very serious back surgery in high school and nearly died from the procedure, a kind of meningitis type illness. He had to wear a brace for years. He mused that night at the Castle Tea that if he had died then, he would never have met Eva, his beloved and devoted wife.  You children would never have been born and the I.H.P. would never have existed. None of us would probably be Catholics. Clear Creek would never have come into existence.  I would not be a bishop, and on and on and on.  And he said this in a very humble and grateful way. He, too, stood in awe in what had happened in and through the I.H.P. – what he would often call “an experiment in tradition.”

 

And this humility and this gratitude for what God had done in his life was always very present to him even to the end.

 

I remember our last I.H.P. reunion very well in 2006. It took place east of the city Lawrence in the country and it was blazing hot Kansas summer day. Dr. Quinn had his traditional black leather Irish cap on and his trademark dapper tweed coat. Scott Bloch was serving as the emcee and he asked if Dr. Quinn would like to say a few words. Professor Quinn never missed an opportunity to speak! I remember this very well because he took the microphone without hesitation.  We all know he always liked to take the center stage and was never at a loss for words! But this time he struggled mightily to form a sentence. We were all very quiet and nervous for him because we knew that his dementia was beginning to take its toll. But all of a sudden he spoke two very clear and coherent sentences: “Thank you all for coming. I am so grateful to have had such good students to teach.”

 

Even in those last years at the nursing home in Eudora, where his dear Alison took such good care of him, visiting him nearly every day, as did many others, he was always so grateful to the staff for every thing they did for him.

 

Gratitude and thanksgiving to God, in the end, this must be our prayer to God for his goodness and his grace to us through the life of Dennis Quinn.

 

And it is through the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass offered for the peaceful and eternal repose of this faithful servant and extraordinary teacher that we can best express our gratitude. The gospel from St. John reminds us: “Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him on the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.” Professor Quinn believed these words of Jesus and lived them in his life.

 

Dr. Quinn is no longer a pilgrim. His romantic quest for wonder has been completed. What were once mere glimpses and occasional insights are now seen clearly. He is face to face with the mysteries he taught.

 

And for those of us who are still on our pilgrim way we thank God for this great man and we pray for his soul. And we long for the day when we too might be reunited with those who have gone before us.

 

And, alas, for those who may still wonder what the IHP was all about, I leave you with the words of the man himself:

 

“Perhaps the mythology about the IHP is true after all. Perhaps we are conspirators. And our conspiracy may extend beyond the international to the celestial sphere; we are conspiring with the stars; we are conspiring with those spirits who inhabit the air not only in their books but in the living truths they caught less as doctrine and dogma than as a gleam of light. One could have far worse company. O co-conspirators of all the ages: Odysseus, great-improviser! Socrates, fellow corrupter of youth! Caesar and Aeneas, you Latin-lovers! Moses and St. Paul, God-struck! Roland, you chevalier! Chaucer, debonaire, and all our fellow pilgrims! Knight of woeful countenance! O sweet Prince!  May all of you be with us yet!”

 

Requiescat in pace!

 




Machiavelli’s Army

“War should be the only study of a prince. He should consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes as ability to execute, military plans.”
Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince.
“Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.”
(Therefore he who desires peace, should prepare for war)
Vegetius, Epitoma Rei Militaris.

Niccolo Machiavelli is a name that resounds throughout Western military and political thought, and many a scholar and soldier has perused his works with varying degrees of amusement, entrancement, or disgust. Opinions abound as to whether his most famous work, The Prince, was written as a bitter satire or as “…a scientific manual for tyrants”#, as well as to the validity of his Arta della Guerra or Art of War. Much discussion has gone into what his intentions were, what his mindset was, who his writings were meant for, and whether or not his theories hold water in the modern era.
What has been, at least in my opinion, under-appreciated, is what he accomplished; that is, how his political and military experience (and more importantly how he expressed them) changed the face of warfare forever. I say the face of warfare with particular emphasis, for the nature of war itself is immutable. No lesser historical deity than Herodotus once wrote “War is the father of us all, king of all”, and because it is so linked to human nature, this remains as true today as it was 2500 years ago. It is one of the great ironies of the intellect and of history, that we are constantly discovering what has been discovered before, with new shiny names for them. But, you might ask, why then is this otherwise obscure Florentine so important? If everything he says has been said and learned before, why should we listen to him? Can we truly call him an original thinker? If the nature of war is intrinsically unchangeable, what were his contributions to the accidental makeup of war?
When I say that Machiavelli changed the face of warfare, it is important to understand what warfare looked like for him, for the change was very conscious on his part. During his tenure as head of the Second Chancery for the Florentine republic, he advocated for, at then studiously built, a native fighting force for the defense of Florence. This in and of itself represented a break with the traditions of the day, which placed its trusts primarily in mercenary troops from Spain and Switzerland. It also can be seen as a return to the military traditions of the Greek and the Roman Republics, who built their militias from the landed citizenry with the result that they had an extremely effective and motivated force for the defense (and expansion) of their state. His emphasis, like the aforementioned ancients, was on infantry. He advocated a return to the model of the legionary, with shield and sword. This is extremely important, as infantry had become accessories of cavalry on offense and counterpoint to opposing cavalry on defense; witness the Swiss pike-men and their emulators, the German landsknechts. But as fearsome as these mercenaries were, Machiavelli witnessed their defeat at Ravenna in 1512 at the hands of Spanish infantry operating on a Roman model, armored infantry fighting with a small buckler and sword who massacred the landsknechts in close quarters. This to him proved that his earlier formation of infantry militia in like pattern had been valid, despite the spotty record of his own chosen troops. They were a key element to the Florentine victory at Pisa in 1509, but suffered a crushing defeat during the fall of Prato in 1511.
Machiavelli has been criticized for dismissing cavalry, artillery, and fortresses in his military treatises. In his defense, cavalry in Italy at the time consisted of the mercenary “condottieri” (who were part of the problem), and a half-century earlier the greatest fortress in Europe, the Theodosian Walls of Constantinople, had fallen to the Turks. According to Gilbert’s essay, he did not dismiss artillery wholesale, but he “rejected the idea that artillery alone could be decisive”, which was a popular view in his day. He instead held that the “fundamentals of war” were unchanging, and that these military innovations were merely cosmetics. His view has certainly been validated. He knew from his studies of the ancients that only infantry could both take and hold ground, and therefore establish lasting political as well as military presence. Such infantry were and are the keystone of regional security, a role for which he envisioned his new army. This has been born out in our own day, most notably during the two “Gulf Wars”. During the 1991 campaign, American tanks and air power (artillery and cavalry) obliterated the Iraqi defenses, and then gave up all their gains by not putting boots on the ground and by allowing Saddam Hussein to retain control of Iraq. It was a showy war, and great PR; but it accomplished little of import. This of course presaged the more recent war, in which infantry won the ugly long term campaign by staying in Iraq, winning over local leaders, and protecting civilians.
The Art of War contains many adages culled from Machiavelli’s experience and his perusal of the ancient sources, which, when added to his observations from The Prince and the Discourses, creates a compendium of serious note for any military or political principe. For example:
“In war, discipline can do more than fury”.
“No policy is better than that which remains hidden from the enemy until you have executed it”.
“Good captains never come to battle if necessity does not constrain them or opportunity does not
call them”.
The book also contains many organizational guidelines, as well as the strategic ones outlined above. In Book II, Machiavelli outlines the basis for his infantry forces. They are also recognizably those of the Romans (with a few adjustments) and have become those of every modern military. Observe:
This group was called legion by the Romans…in our [language] signifies brigade…
I want us to divide our brigade into ten battalions, and compose it of six thousand
men on foot. And we should give to each battalion 450 men, of whom 400 should be
armed with heavy arms and 50 with light arms.
Thus we see the birth of the modern infantry battalion. To be sure, the numbers are larger today, double these figures, actually, but the organizational principle remains the same. In a modern Marine infantry battalion, you would find about 700 regular infantrymen, plus 150 heavy/support weapons specialists, and around 50 support personnel. Each battalion “…would place a constable, four centurions, and 40 decurions…” in charge of its operations, just as today we have battalion commander, company commanders, and squad leaders.
The linchpin to his strategy was not just the troops themselves, but the commanders he chose to lead them#. The characteristics of those chosen can, with some degree of certitude, be assumed:
A prince being thus obliged to know well how to act as a beast must imitate
the fox and the lion, for the lion cannot protect himself from traps, and the
fox cannot defend himself from wolves. One must therefore be a fox to
recognize traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.#
His mention of ‘a prince’ can I believe in this case be readily substituted with ‘a captain’#. The analogy can also be extended to the unification of politics and the military, with the political wing comprising the fox, and the state’s conscripted army being, of course, the lion.
In addition to the aforementioned anthropomorphic qualities, it is important to focus on virtu, those traits defined by Machiavelli in The Prince, which belong to a particular brand of individual more likely to be found as the antagonist in a particularly good novel than in reality. To be brief, virtu encompasses such traditional virtues as bravery and fortitude, but also ruthlessness and mendacity, attributes certainly not found on any normal moral compass. But I would posit that it is these qualities which aided in the establishment of modern states, or at least the protection of them. These attributes are evident in such famous commanders as Peter the Great, Frederick the Great, Napoleon, Zhukov, and in Machiavelli’s own day, Cesare Borgia. One might object to these names on the basis that they all met a rather sticky end (with the exception of Frederick). But what is irrefutable is that their actions directly preserved and promulgated the ideologies of their respective factions or states.
In Book 12 of The Prince, Machiavelli writes “…there cannot be good laws without good arms, and where there are good arms there must be good laws”. This might not seem such a revolutionary concept to those of us living in a nation built on the symbiosis of the political, social, and military arenas, but in Renaissance Italy, it was indeed just that. The fractured Italy of the 15th and 16th centuries was a direct result of the inability of its self-interested and commerce-driven cities to unite under one banner, and hence they were constantly being destroyed or co-opted by France, Spain, or the Holy Roman Empire. They trusted in mercenaries for their defense, because the wealth of their cities meant that, like the patricians of the late Roman period, they had no need to fight when they could pay others to do it for them. This is a position which Machiavelli violently objected, to stating in his Discourses on Livy that “it is as impossible that good soldiers should lack money, as that money by itself should secure good soldiers”. Rome, after all, for all its wealth, crumbled into dust when it moved away from conscripted citizen armies (with loyalty towards and trust in the state) and placed its trust in foreign troops.
Machiavelli’s whole personal philosophy was centered on the perceived rebirth of the Roman Republic, and one of the key elements of that society was the driving ambition of its patrician and equestrian class. In comparison to the merchants and artisans who governed Florence (whose chief concern was the perpetuation of peace so that commerce, and therefore profits, would continue uninterrupted), these glory- and fame-driven individuals were positively bloodthirsty, but Machiavelli saw his compatriots as soft, weak, and short-sighted#. The likes of Marius, Scipio Africanus, and Cato would therefore be logical character counterbalances to those he saw emulating Crassus and Croesus (the latter not a Roman but the type fits and it makes excellent alliteration). These ancient paragons were the men he wished to run Florence, and indeed Italy, for only an Italy united by a strong military and political system could resist the foreign incursions of Spain, France, and the Germans, just as Rome resisted Gaul, Carthage, and a dozen others over the centuries.
Now that we know what he proposed, supported, and wished to accomplish. With the hindsight available by our review of history, we know that Rome was not reborn in Renaissance Florence. But what was accomplished was the nativity of a new way of viewing the world and the way men interacted, delineated by an exiled diplomat of an ultimately failed state. Machiavelli essentially legitimized victory at any cost, authorized deception as a diplomatic tool, and delineated what has become the basis of modern military organization. To this day, American military officers are told that their job, first, foremost, and always, is “mission accomplishment” (in other words, the good of the state) at all costs. They are told that the men they lead are a secondary concern, much like the Roman centurions Machiavelli admired and the subsequent European officer corps he inspired.
It was not only officers the Italian inspired; his works also sparked the one of foremost minds in American history. Thomas Jefferson once wrote:
“…before my eyes I have none but Locke, Sidney, Milton, J.J. Rousseau, and Th. Payne;
that is my entire library; I have burned the rest, except for Machiavel[li],whom all
diplomats possess, though they dare not confess it, and whom free men ought to place
alongside the ‘Declaration of Rights'”
Here we see, in no uncertain terms, what our own country owes to the great Italian. Although the adjective, ‘machiavellian’, comes to us now with undertones of contempt, it is in fact an appellation greatly to be desired. In the arenas of politics and the military, he is the quintessential realist; this is borne out by the fact that he is still required reading among military officers, and less formally so among politicians. His writings on the absolute necessity of a citizen army# are directly responsible for the current military ethos which exists in Western countries. His promotion of combined arms was incredibly prescient, as was his often sarcastic but always accurate portrait of effective leadership. Proponents of realpolitik#, an essentially Machiavellian pursuit, owe everything to him. It is indeed difficult to envisage the world as we know it without Machiavelli’s touch upon it.

So tell me, fine readers: what do you make of this? Fair or foul, I promise not to scheme for your downfall 😉

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