We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dalrymple thinks about why Australian academics are in love with the idea of genocide of their aborigines. A quote:
...if you are unhappy in a country like Australia, you have to consider the possibility that the problem lies with you rather than with the conditions that surround you.
This is a disagreeable thing, particularly for an intelligentsia, which is deprived by it of a providential role for itself. What does an intelligentsia do when a country is already as satisfactory in its political arrangements and social institutions as any country has ever been? Intelligentsias do not like the kind of small problems that day to day existence inevitably throws up, such as termites in the woodwork or conflict at work over desk-space: they like to get their intellectual teeth into weightier, meatier problems.
What could be a weightier problem than a prosperous, fortunate country that was founded upon genocide? Clearly, if it was so founded, an intelligentsia is urgently needed to help it emerge from the dark moral labyrinth in which it exists, hitherto blindly. For only an intelligentsia is sufficiently used to thinking in abstractions to be qualified to act as guide to the nation.
If the intelligentsia would just stop with the flared nostrils, that dark moral labyrinth might let in some light.
What revolting fools. Their subjective reality is so narrow, they can't conceive of an objective reality. Although, they probably did at one time and got scared and crawled back through the looking glass.
Unless you ask tongue in cheek, opie. I think it is a "Dirigidoo". A rather large example, obviously. I would love too hear the notes he can pull from it. I'm guessing bass so rare, and yes, primal. And, yes, everything is political nowadays.
I think almost anyone can know objective reality. It is rare and no one can stay there for long because our subjective realities scream for our attention non-stop, but it seems to me those who have been on the fringe have tasted it. Those who skate through life like little blocks of wood on ice will never taste the brilliance, though.
"When you cross the line between brilliance and madness then you're out there on your own. You might be overjoyed but find yourself destroyed like Icarus flying toward the sun. You put yourself beyond the reach of anyone who can help you but it's up there where you see those dazzling visions of the way the world should be---or could be. It's up there that just for a second your song is clear in your mind. And freedom seems possible, plausible. But it makes me sad when I see you come down and the light goes out of your eyes like a falcon hooded and caged, bewildered by the confines of reality. There has to be a middle ground. There has to be a sane, quiet space where you can live for awhile without pain. That place used to be home---but now you're a (wo)man---and home is where you hang your heart. That's the problem. A problem you must solve before you tear your beautiful wings to tatters on some cage of your own making."
I swear... he is something else. The book we're reading - I keeping hearing "Galveston" in the back of my mind. A different time and place, but that makes no difference.