“Did you really think we want those laws observed? said Dr. Ferris. We want them to be broken. You’d better get it straight that it’s not a bunch of boy scouts you’re up against… We’re after power and we mean it… There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren’t enough criminals one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws. Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What’s there in that for anyone? But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt. Now that’s the system, Mr. Reardon, that’s the game, and once you understand it, you’ll be much easier to deal with.”
(Ayn Rand, from ‘Atlas Shrugged’ 1957) Continue reading
I’m to the point now where I’m tired of hearing myself tell people that I want to publish something, anything, before I die.
Put me first in line to admit that I’ve been lazy. I consider it one of my major flaws. You would think, if I were that passionate about wanting something so badly, that I would get off my ass and go do it. Or, rather, sit my ass down and write it. I’ve decided that trying to analyze why I haven’t is just another stalling technique. Enough.
I have been so very lazy this summer. The only book I’ve picked up is “Spanish for Dummies”. My spanish is coming along, gracias.
And now Borders is closing. I walked through their dwindling aisles yesterday, feeling a great sense of loss already. Sure, I prefer small, intimate book shops, but soon only the libraries will remain as large, cavernous places where you can close your eyes and smell the scent of the printed page. If it’s the internet that’s killing book stores, how long do libraries have?
I’ve toyed with the idea of buying a Kindle, but I can’t get past the love of holding a book in my hand, of turning the pages, of feeling connected with the writer because of the tactile connection with the paper. It’s so very personal. How do you curl up with a good Kindle?
So I bought a couple of books to read. Of course, the one I wanted was not there. I want to read this one, “The Camp of The Saints” by Jean Raspail. Guess I’ll order it from Amazon. Sigh.
I did get this one at a cut rate, “Why Our Decisions Don’t Matter”, edited by Simon Van Booy. Should be interesting. I always gravitate toward Philosophy for some reason.
And this one as well, “The Wall” (and other stories) by John-Paul Sartre
Time for a little existentialism.