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“If the worker and his boss enjoy the same television program and visit the same resort places, if the typist is as attractively made up as the daughter of her employer, if the Negro owns a Cadillac, if they all read the same newspaper, then this assimilation indicates not the disappearance of classes, but the extent to which the needs and satisfactions that serve the preservation of the Establishment are shared by the underlying population.”
― One-Dimensional Man: Studies in the Ideology of Advanced Industrial Society
― One-Dimensional Man: Studies in the Ideology of Advanced Industrial Society
“Where there is meaning, there is paradigm, and where there is paradigm (opposition), there is meaning . . . elliptically put: meaning rests on conflict (the choice of one term against another), and all conflict is generative of meaning: to choose one and refuse the other is always a sacrifice made to meaning, to produce meaning, to offer it to be consumed.”
― The Neutral: Lecture Course at the Collège de France, 1977-1978
― The Neutral: Lecture Course at the Collège de France, 1977-1978
“What man
can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is
dying daily? For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed,
Whatever years be behind us are in death's hands.”
― Letters from a Stoic
can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is
dying daily? For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed,
Whatever years be behind us are in death's hands.”
― Letters from a Stoic
“Even if we act to erase material poverty, there is another greater task, it is to confront the poverty of satisfaction - purpose and dignity - that afflicts us all.
Too much and for too long, we seemed to have surrendered personal excellence and community values in the mere accumulation of material things. Our Gross National Product, now, is over $800 billion dollars a year, but that Gross National Product - if we judge the United States of America by that - that Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage.
It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl.
It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.
Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials.
It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country, it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.
And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.
If this is true here at home, so it is true elsewhere in world.”
―
Too much and for too long, we seemed to have surrendered personal excellence and community values in the mere accumulation of material things. Our Gross National Product, now, is over $800 billion dollars a year, but that Gross National Product - if we judge the United States of America by that - that Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage.
It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl.
It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.
Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials.
It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country, it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.
And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.
If this is true here at home, so it is true elsewhere in world.”
―
“... Eenmaal in de tuin merkte ze dat ze al haar kleren uittrok. Het verbaasde haar een beetje haar handelingen zoveel eerder plaatsvonden dan haar gewaarwording ervan. Al haar bewegingen leken een volmaakte expressie van luchtigheid en gratie. 'Kijk uit,' zei een deel van haar. 'Doe voorzichtig.' Maar het was hetzelfde deel dat ook waarschuwde wanneer ze te veel dronk. Op dat moment was het zinloos. 'Gewoonte,' dacht ze. 'Altijd als ik op het punt sta gelukkig te worden, klem ik me vast in plaats van me te laten gaan.' Ze schopte haar sandalen uit en stond naakt in de schaduwen. Ze voelde hoe er een vreemde intensiteit in haar werd geboren. Toen ze de rustige tuin rond keek had ze de indruk ze voor het eerst sinds haar jeugd voorwerpen duidelijk zag. Opeens was het leven daar, ze stond er middenin, en zat er niet door een raam naar te kijken. De waardigheid die ze ontleende aan het gevoel deel te hebben aan de kracht en de grootsheid van het leven, kwam haar vertrouwd voor, maar het was jaren geleden dat ze voor het laatst gevoeld had. Ze stapte in het maanlicht en waadde langzaam naar het midden van de vijver. De bodem was glibberig door de klei, het water kwam tot haar middel. Toen ze zich helemaal onderdompelde, dacht ze: 'Nooit word ik meer hysterisch.' Ze voelde dat ze dat soort spanning, die mate van zorg om haarzelf, nooit meer zou bereiken in haar leven. (p. 180-181)”
― The Sheltering Sky
― The Sheltering Sky
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