Opus 21: Descriptive Music for the Lower Kinsey Epoch of the Atomic Age, a Concerto for a One-man Band, Six Arias for Soap Operas, Fugues, Anthems & BarrelhouseWylie, Philip
Philosophy
Opus 21: Descriptive Music for the Lower Kinsey Epoch of the Atomic Age, a Concerto for a One-man Band, Six Arias for Soap Operas, Fugues, Anthems & Barrelhouse
Wylie, Philip
Authors -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Patients -- Fiction; Philosophy -- Fiction
"The average college graduate doesn't even know where he is in relation
to other objects. Couldn't point to the ecliptic. Or explain the
changing seasons. Couldn't point toward the sun, at night. Friends of
mine, well-known writers, belong to a society that believes the earth
is flat. There's another buddyship of boobs who think the earth is
hollow and we live inside. Till the government began financing research
for war, America spent twice as much on astrology as on scientific
investigation. The folks would rather, by twice, be fooled than find
out the truth."
"We've made a lot of progress."
"Individuals have learned a lot. The people ignore it. They
are interested in the applications of science--appalled by the
implications. Our civilization is just one more swarm of low cheats.
It won't last because cheats can't. Only inertia sustains the current
shape of it, and that momentum is encountering more friction every
day. A republic of crooked dumbbells can't safely use the instruments
of clever men. People not only don't know how to behave, they don't
even know they are ignorant. Yet in the main, people are thoroughly
satisfied with themselves. In view of sure catastrophes that loom on
every margin toward which they hurry--the very self-satisfaction of
people is the statistical guarantor of their doom. Hence that crack
about pride going before a fall."
"I think people behave rather well, on the whole."
"Sure. They'll even be decent about doomsday. Blame somebody else as
they perish, like flies, but perish heroically. A pity."
"You can't depress me!"
I laughed. "Bear in mind that you brought up that word 'depress.' I'm
not depressed. I've had to learn how to get along in the certainty that
all I was taught to live for is either rubbish or a dream of a future
that lies ages beyond the public expectation. People don't know--won't
know--can't know, in their present frame of mind. Take your little
problem, for example."
Her face changed. Interest replaced antagonism. "So all right. Take my
problem. Kick that around awhile!"
"You believe in evolution?"
"A person can still believe in evolution--and in God!"
"Certainly. Something exists in men which they've given the name
of all their gods. That's fact. And evolution is a fact, too--a
simple reality. A minority of the educated people in our land
have accepted the fact that man's body evolved from the bodies
of other animals. A still smaller per cent realize that man's
mind--personality--spirit--also must have evolved from animals and the
animal equivalent: instinct. The question is, How? Most of such people
believe that it is the supreme function of the conscious human mind to
repress instinct. That's their answer."
"But not yours!"
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