Here is how one person, that improbable hippie Heidegger, resisted the call to material advancement:

I recently received a second invitation from the University of Berlin. I left my town and retreated to my cabin. I listened to the voice of the mountain, the forests and the fields. On my path I met my old friend, a 75 year old peasant. He learned of the invitation from a newspaper. What would he say? He faced me, calmly, he clear and unclouded eyes before me. He put his faithful and prudent hand on my shoulder, and in an almost imperceptible way shook his head. Which meant: “Absolutely not.”

The Black Forest for Heidegger, the Lorraine for Barrès, the rooted past, Mounier’s “authentic spiritual élan” of the fascists all ranged against the ravages of a joyless bourgeois modernity.

¶ 7:40 AM