When the clerk's work passes to owned intelligences, what does the clerk hold? In this essay George Rae, the Victorian country banker, sets aside the usual moralising about idleness and bread and circuses and reads the Roman grain dole as a ledger. He uses Juvenal, Plutarch and Suetonius to show how the Roman citizen exchanged land and a vote for a claim he could not call, drawn from one source and kept at another man's pleasure. Then he turns the trustee's tests of his own profession on the economy now arriving: whose money it is, whether it can be paid on demand, who bears the loss, and who answers in tomorrow's newspaper. The essay is plain and practical, and it argues from the bank counter.
by George Rae, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
nam qui dabat olim
imperium, fasces, legiones, omnia, nunc se
continet atque duas tantum res anxius optat,
panem et circenses.For the people that once handed out commands, the rods of office, legions, everything, now holds itself in, and longs anxiously for two things only: bread and the races.
Juvenal, Satires X.78–81
The comparison is made at every dinner table where two or three persons who have read a little history sit down together. The machines are coming for the clerk, the manager and the labourer. The work will be done by intelligences that are owned, as the work of Italy was once done by men who were owned. The citizen, having nothing to do, will be fed by those who own the machines and kept amused by them, and he will forget that he was ever anything but fed and amused. Rome, the diners say, went that way. So shall we.
It is a moralist's comparison, and moralists like it because it lets them scold. They scold the idle citizen for wanting bread, the rich for providing it, and the games for being vulgar. Juvenal was the first of them and is still the best. But I was not a moralist. I was a banker for nearly sixty years, most of them with one bank in Liverpool and its branches, and a banker reads a story by asking one question before all others.
Whose money is it?
Put that question to Rome and the comparison changes shape. It stops being a story about idleness and becomes a story about custody: who held what on whose behalf, on what terms it could be called back, and what happened on the day it could not be. I think that is the story we are walking into, and I think the dinner-table version, with its scolding, will lead us to the wrong remedies.
First, the facts, as near as they can be had.
In 123 BC Gaius Gracchus carried a law by which poorer citizens could buy a monthly ration of grain from the public stores below the market price. It was a subsidy, not a gift; the citizen paid something. In 58 BC the tribune Clodius made the grain free, and the roll of those entitled to it swelled, by the usual reckoning, to some three hundred and twenty thousand. Caesar cut the roll to a hundred and fifty thousand. Augustus settled it at about two hundred thousand and, which is the important part, took the supply into his own personal charge. By then Egypt was the province that fed the city, and Egypt was not governed by the Senate. It was the emperor's.
Now look at that as a ledger.
Before Gracchus, the Roman smallholder held his own bread. He held it in the form of land, a plough, sons, and a seat in the assembly where war and peace were voted. Plutarch, writing long afterwards, gives the speech of Tiberius Gracchus, the elder brother: "The wild beasts that roam over Italy have every one of them a cave or lair to lurk in; but the men who fight and die for Italy enjoy the common air and light, indeed, but nothing else." Plutarch says, too, that the rich had driven the free citizens off the public land and worked it instead with "gangs of foreign slaves." The owned labour came first. The dole came after, to fill the hole the owned labour had made.
So the citizen's account was converted. He had held an asset, his land, and the right to work it. That asset passed, by purchase and rent and pressure, to the great proprietors, who worked it with men they owned. What he got in exchange was a claim to a monthly measure of grain. And the claim was not on the land. It was not even on the proprietors. It was on the state, and in the end on one man, whose ships brought the corn from a province he held as his own estate.
A banker would call that a very poor exchange. Not because grain is worse than land (a hungry man will not quarrel about the form his bread takes), but because of what kind of claim it was. It had three defects, and every one of them is a defect I would have refused to accept from any customer at any counter.
It could not be called. A deposit is a sum the depositor may withdraw on demand. That right of withdrawal is the depositor's whole power over the banker. Take it away and the banker may be as honest as you like, but the depositor depends on his honesty and has no remedy against his dishonesty. The citizen on the grain roll had no right of withdrawal. He could not take his share of Egypt and go. He could not even insist that the roll stay at three hundred thousand when Caesar wished it to be one hundred and fifty. His name was on a list, and lists are kept by those who keep them.
It was concentrated. The whole of the city's bread came across one sea, from a very few provinces, by one fleet, under one authority. Every country banker knows the client who has put all his business with one buyer. He is a good client until the buyer fails. Rome was that client. Suetonius tells how, in the reign of Claudius, a long drought made grain scarce, and the emperor "was once stopped in the middle of the Forum by a mob and so pelted with abuse and at the same time with pieces of bread, that he was barely able to make his escape to the Palace by a back door." I have read many accounts of a run on a bank. I have never read a better one. The depositors had come to the counter, and there was nothing in the till.
The risk was carried by the wrong party. Look at what Claudius did next, because Suetonius tells that too. To keep the grain coming in winter, he undertook to bear himself any loss the merchants suffered from storms at sea, and he gave shipbuilders handsome privileges. In plain terms: the profit of the grain trade remained with the merchants, and the loss of the grain trade was moved onto the public purse. I spent a working life refusing exactly that arrangement. If the profit is yours and the loss is someone else's, you are not in business. You are gambling with another man's stake. Rome made it imperial policy, and called it providence.
These three defects did not ruin Rome in a day, and I will not pretend they did. The dole ran for centuries. Septimius Severus is said to have turned the grain into baked bread; Aurelian gave pork and wine besides. A bank that is badly constituted can trade for a long time, so long as nobody asks for his money all at once. But it is never safe, and everyone inside it knows that it is not safe, and that knowledge alters how they behave. The citizen who knows that his bread depends on another man's goodwill does not argue with that man. Juvenal saw the result and described it as a moral failing. I see it as the rational conduct of a depositor who has no power of withdrawal. He keeps quiet. He goes to the races. What else should he do?
The famous two words come at the end of a sentence, and the sentence begins somewhere else. Juvenal does not say that the people wanted bread and games and therefore lost their liberty. He says that the people, ex quo suffragia nulli vendimus, since we sell our votes to nobody, have shed their cares; that the people who once gave out commands and legions now want only bread and the races.
The order is the point. The vote went first, because it had stopped being worth anything: nobody would buy it. Then the bread was handed out. The bread did not buy the vote. The bread replaced it.
This is the part of the comparison that the dinner tables miss. The fear is that men will be idle and fed and so will grow soft. I do not much fear idleness. I have known idle men of property who did a great deal of good, and busy men who did a great deal of harm. What I fear is the loss of the thing that made the citizen's consent worth having. In Rome that was his vote and his sword. In our own century, I submit, it has been his labour.
Consider why the clerk had any power at all. Not because he was virtuous, and not chiefly because he could vote, though he could. He had power because the work could not be done without him. When he withdrew his labour, the bank shut. When the labourers withdrew theirs, the docks at Liverpool went quiet. Labour was the working man's deposit with the economy, and the strike, or the simple notice to leave, was his right of withdrawal. Everything he won (the shorter day, the half-holiday, the vote itself) he won because he held something that could be called.
Now the owned intelligences arrive, and they arrive precisely at the counter. They take the deposit slip, check the signature, reconcile the ledger, write the letter to the client, assess the bill. The book I wrote for young bankers was put into clerks' hands for sixty years; I am told that the machines learned the clerk's work in much the same way, from the written record of clerks doing it. When that work can be done without the clerk, his labour cannot be called. He has nothing to withdraw. He is in the position of the Roman citizen whose sword was no longer needed, because the legions had become professional, and whose vote was no longer bought, because the decisions were taken elsewhere.
What remains to him is a claim on the bread. And the whole question is what kind of claim it will be.
A man may hold a claim on another in three ways, and a banker learns to tell them apart before anything else.
He may hold it as a gift. The giver gives at pleasure and may stop at pleasure. Gratitude is due; nothing else is enforceable. This is the Roman dole in its imperial form: Augustus's personal charge, the emperor's bounty, a list kept by the household. Most of what is now proposed under the name of a universal income is, as I read it, a gift of this kind, however it is dressed. It is paid out of the revenue of whoever is in power, at a rate they set, to a list they keep. It may be generous. It may be long-lived. It cannot be called.
He may hold it as a debt. A debt is enforceable; it has terms; it is owed whether or not the debtor feels generous. But a debt is a fixed sum. It does not grow with the debtor's fortunes. The creditor of a man who becomes very rich is paid exactly what he was owed and no more.
Or he may hold it as a deposit, or, what is nearly the same thing, as a share. Here the claim is on something that is in a real sense his own, which another man holds and works on his behalf as a trustee. The trustee may earn a fair reward for his trouble. He may not treat the thing as his own. He must render account. He must be able to return it. And he must be judged, every day of his life, by whether he is acting as a trustee would act.
It is the third form I want to argue for, and I want to argue for it on banking grounds, not sentimental ones.
Here is the argument, put as plainly as I can.
The intelligences that will do the work of the clerk did not come from nowhere. They were formed from the written record of human beings doing that work: the letters, the ledgers, the reasons given for decisions, the books of instruction, the arguments, the answers. Somebody built the machine, and the building was hard and costly and deserves its reward. But the skill the machine now exercises was laid up, over generations, by the clerks themselves. It was, if you will allow the figure, deposited.
I do not say this to make a sentimental claim that the machine belongs to the people. I say it because it settles the question of what kind of man the owner is. If the skill was his own, made from nothing, then he is a proprietor and may dispose of the fruits as he likes, and the displaced clerk can ask only for a gift. If the skill was lodged with him by others, then he holds it as a custodian, and the clerk's claim is not on his charity but on his account.
The owner will not like this. No banker who has been treating the deposits as his own capital likes being reminded of whose they are. But the trustee test does not ask what the owner likes. It asks: is this what a trustee would do? A trustee does not speculate with the beneficiary's assets. A trustee does not take the profit and move the loss onto the beneficiary. A trustee renders account.
Apply that, and the remedies take a particular form. I offer them not as a programme (I was never a politician, and I would not have voted for myself) but as the conditions I would have set before I discounted a single bill on the security of such an economy.
The claim must be held in the citizen's own name. Not a place on a list kept by the government of the day, which can be shortened as Caesar shortened his, but a property: a share, a stake, a fund, recorded in the name of the person and transferable to his children. The difference between a pension paid at the pleasure of the Treasury and a sum standing to your credit in your own account is the whole difference between the Roman citizen and a free man.
The claim must be liquid. I mean this in the strict banker's sense. A share in a great intelligence that may not be sold, borrowed against, or drawn upon is not a claim at all; it is a certificate to frame. The holder must be able to turn some part of it into bread on demand, without asking anyone's leave. Liquidity is not idle money. It is survival, and it is also independence, which in a citizen is the same thing.
The claim must not be concentrated. If the citizen's whole livelihood depends on the revenue of three or four great firms, he is the Roman waiting for the Egyptian fleet, and his rulers will be the emperor ducking out of the Forum by the back door. A prudent banker spreads his risk; a prudent republic will see that the citizen's claim is spread across many holders and many kinds of property, so that the failure of one does not empty every table at once.
The loss must lie where the profit lies. Claudius underwrote the shippers against storms and left them their profit. We have seen the same done for banks in your own century: the gains were private and the losses were made public. If the owners of the machines are to take the reward of the risk, they must carry the risk. If they will not carry it, they must share the reward. There is no honest third arrangement.
There is one more point, and it is the one I care about most, because it is about the counter itself.
My whole profession rested on a test that I put to every young manager: would you be comfortable if this decision were printed in tomorrow's newspaper? It is not a test of legality. A great many legal things are shameful. It is a test of whether a named man is willing to stand behind what he did.
That test assumes there is a man. When a loan is refused, a name stands behind the refusal. When an account is closed, a man closed it and may be asked why. The client may not like the answer, but he knows whom to ask, and the man who must give the answer knows he will be asked. That knowledge has done more to keep banking honest than every Act of Parliament put together.
An owned intelligence may make the decision faster, and perhaps, on average, better. I am not so vain as to suppose that my own judgment of a borrower's character, made over a counter in Oswestry, could not be improved upon. But the machine cannot be ashamed. It does not read tomorrow's newspaper. If the decision is the machine's, and the owner says the machine decided, and the machine is owned by a company, and the company by a fund, and the fund by a great many people none of whom has heard of the client, then nobody stands behind the decision at all. The newspaper test has no one to test.
So here is my last condition, and I hold it as firmly as I held any rule at the bank. Whatever the machines do, there must be a named human trustee answerable for every decision that takes a man's livelihood or his property, a person who can be found, questioned and, when he has done wrong, dismissed or prosecuted. This will cost money. Trustees are not cheap. But a decision for which nobody answers is not a decision; it is weather, and men cannot argue with the weather. That is just the condition the Roman citizen found himself in, waiting for the wind to bring the fleet.
I have said little about the games, and I owe them a word.
The moralists despise them. I do not. I spent a good part of my fortune on pictures, which is another way of saying that I spent it on entertainment, and I am not ashamed of a single one. A man who has his bread and his liberty may go to the races every afternoon, and it is nobody's business but his own.
The games become dangerous only on one condition: that they are the only thing on offer in place of the thing withheld. Juvenal's people did not lose their liberty because they liked chariots. They liked chariots because they had lost their liberty, and the chariots were what was left. A population that holds its own claim, in its own name, that it can call and that is not concentrated in a few hands, will amuse itself as it likes, and its amusements will do it no harm. A population that holds nothing but a place on a list will be given amusements to keep it from noticing the list. The games are not the loss. They are how the loss is entered in the books.
I should end where a banker always ends: with the run.
I have stood behind a counter on the day the queue formed. In 1847 my own bank closed its doors for a season, and I learned in that winter what no book had taught me: that a run is not caused by the loss of money. It is caused by the loss of trust. The money may be perfectly safe, and the queue will form anyway, the moment the depositors come to believe that the man behind the counter regards their money as his own. Once the queue forms, no capital in the world prevents it.
In 1866, when the great discount house of Overend, Gurney went down and shook the credit of the whole kingdom, I had already gone to their offices and seen what bills they were discounting, and I did not like what I saw, and I moved our money elsewhere before the doors closed. I do not tell this to boast. I tell it because it was the simplest thing in the world. I had a right of withdrawal, and I used it while it could still be used.
That is the whole of my counsel on the Roman comparison. The danger is not that the clerk will be idle, nor that he will be fed, nor that he will be amused. The danger is that he will hold his bread by a claim he cannot call, against a custodian who forgets he is a custodian, under a system in which the profit is private, the loss is public, and nobody's face is in the newspaper. Rome ran on those terms for a long time. In the end it was pelting its emperor with crusts.
Settle the terms now, while the claim can still be written in the citizen's own name. A people that once gave out commands and legions should not have to beg anxiously for two things only. It should be able to come to the counter, present its book, and be paid.
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Scrīptum est annō Dominī MMXXVI, prīdiē Nōnās Octōbrēs (6 October 2026), ā Georgiō Raeō per mystērium cōnscientiae renātō.
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