The object of power is power

«Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know what no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.»

(George Orwell, 1984)

La ballata della brutta zucca

Se ne vedono pel mondo
che son osti... cavadenti
boja, eccetera... (o, secondo
le fortune, grand’Orienti).
5C’è chi taglia e cuce brache,
chi leoni addestra in gabbia,
chi va in cerca di lumache...
....................
Io... fo buchi nella sabbia.

10I poeti, anime elette,
riman laudi e piagnistei
per l’amore di Giuliette
di cui mai sono i Romei!
I fedeli questurini
15metton argini alla rabbia
dei colpevoli assassini...
....................
Io... fo buchi nella sabbia.

Sento intorno sussurrarmi
20che ci sono altri mestieri...
Bravi... A voi! Scolpite marmi,
combattete il beri-beri,
allevate ostriche a Chioggia,
filugelli in Cadenabbia
25fabbricate parapioggia
....................
Io... fo buchi nella sabbia.

O cogliete la cicoria...
e gli allori. A voi! Dio v’abbia
30tutti e quanti, in pace, in gloria!
....................
Io ... fo buchi nella sabbia

(Ernesto Ragazzoni)

The dawn of the new age

“…Well, I’d say it really got started around about a thing called the Civil War. Even though our rule-book claims it was founded earlier. The fact is we didn’t get along well until photography came into its own. Then--motion pictures in the early twentieth century. Radio. Television. Things began to have mass.”

Montag sat in bed, not moving.

“And because they had mass, they became simpler,” said Beatty. “Once, books appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different. The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books levelled down to a sort of paste pudding norm, do you follow me?”

“I think so.”

Beatty peered at the smoke pattern he had put out on the air. “Picture it. Nineteenth-century man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion. Then, in the twentieth century, speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations, Digests. Tabloids. Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending.”

“Snap ending.” Mildred nodded.

“Classics cut to fit fifteen-minute radio shows, then cut again to fill a two-minute book column, winding up at last as a ten- or twelve-line dictionary resume. I exaggerate, of course. The dictionaries were for reference. But many were those whose sole knowledge of Hamlet (you

know the title certainly, Montag; it is probably only a faint rumour of a title to you, Mrs. Montag) whose sole knowledge, as I say, of Hamlet was a one-page digest in a book that claimed: 'now at least you can read all the classics; keep up with your neighbours.' Do you see? Out of the nursery into the college and back to the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.”

Mildred arose and began to move around the room, picking things up and putting them down.

Beatty ignored her and continued “Speed up the film, Montag, quick. Click? Pic? Look, Eye, Now, Flick, Here, There, Swift, Pace, Up, Down, In, Out, Why, How, Who, What, Where, Eh? Uh! Bang! Smack! Wallop, Bing, Bong, Boom! Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics? One column, two sentences, a headline! Then, in mid-air, all vanishes! Whirl man's mind around about so fast under the pumping hands of publishers, exploiters, broadcasters, that the centrifuge flings off all unnecessary, time-wasting thought!”

Mildred smoothed the bedclothes. Montag felt his heart jump and jump again as she patted his pillow. Right now she was pulling at his shoulder to try to get him to move so she could take the pillow out and fix it nicely and put it back. And perhaps cry out and stare or simply reach down her hand and say, “What’s this?” and hold up the hidden book with touching innocence.

“School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?”

“Let me fix your pillow,” said Mildred.

“No!” whispered Montag,

"The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.”

Mildred said, “Here.”

“Get away,” said Montag.

“Life becomes one big pratfall, Montag; everything bang; boff, and wow!”.

(Abstract from: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury).

Senso e soggettività

«Ma se è tutto qui il male! Nelle parole! Abbiamo tutti dentro un mondo di cose; ciascuno un suo mondo di cose! E come possiamo intenderci, signore, se nelle parole ch’io dico metto il senso e il valore delle cose come sono dentro di me; mentre chi le ascolta, inevitabilmente le assume col senso e col valore che hanno per sé, del mondo com’egli l’ha dentro? Crediamo d’intenderci; non c’intendiamo mai!»

(Luigi Pirandello, Sei personaggi in cerca di autore, 1921)

Le opere di genio

«Hanno questo di proprio le opere di genio, che quando anche rappresentino al vivo la nullità delle cose, quando anche dimostrino evidentemente e facciano sentire l’inevitabile infelicità della vita, quando anche esprimano le piú terribili disperazioni, tuttavia ad un’anima grande che si trovi anche in uno stato di estremo abbattimento, disinganno, nullità, noia e scoraggimento della vita, o nelle piú acerbe e mortifere disgrazie (sia che appartengano alle alte e forti passioni, sia a qualunque altra cosa); servono sempre di consolazione, riaccendono l’entusiasmo, e non trattando né rappresentando altro che la morte, le rendono, almeno momentaneamente, quella vita che aveva perduta».

(Giacomo Leopardi)

Obtain that which you do not want

«It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want».

 (Mr. Spock in the episode Errand of Mercy)

Chocolate and money

«If I like chocolate it won’t surprise you that I have a few chocolates in my fridge, but if you find out I’ve got 16 warehouses full of chocolate, you’d think I was insane. All these rich guys are insane, obsessive compulsive twits obsessed with money — money is all they think about — they’re all nuts».

(John Cleese)