domingo, fevereiro 26, 2006
Saturday
Comprei pra ler no avião. Tá, eu estava enganando a mim mesma, eu não ia conseguir ler NADA num avião indo para Sampa ver o U2, mas...
Anyway. Dei de cara com isso logo na epígrafe, é é Syriana, entendem?
For instance? Well, for instance, what it means to be a man. In a city. In a country. In transition. In a mass. Transformed by science. Under organised power. Subject to tremendous controls. In a condition caused by mechanization. After the late failure of radical hopes. In a society that was no community and devalued the person. Owing to the multiplied power of numbers which made the self negligible. Which spent military billions against foreign enemies but would not pay for order at home. Which permitted savagery and barbarism in its own great cities. At the same time, the pressure of human millions who have discovered what concerted efforts and thoughts can do. As megatons of water shape organisms in the ocean floor. As tides polish stones. As winds hollow cliffs. The beautiful supermachinery opening a new life for innumerable mankind. Would you deny them the right to exist? Would you ask them to labor and go hungry while you yourself enjoyed old-fashioned Values? You - you yourself are a child of this mass and a brother to all the rest. Or else an ingrate, dilettante, idiot. There, Herzog, thought Herzog, since you ask for the instance, is the way it runs.
Saul Bellow, Herzog, 1964
posted by
Viviane at 12:12:00 PM
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