[b]Simone de Beauvoir
You have to start from where you are today and from what can be done. [/b]
Uh-oh.
In a way, literature is true than life,’ he said to himself. 'On paper, you say exactly and completely what you feel. How easy it is to break things off on paper! You hate, you shout, you kill, you commit suicide; you carry things to the very end. And that’s why it’s false. But it’s damned satisfying. In life, you’re constantly denying yourself, and others are always contradicting you. On paper, I make time stand still and I impose my convictions on the whole world; they become the only reality.
Not so much on paper these days. But point taken.
Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.
The C word comes to mind.
Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present … Eating, sleeping, cleaning – the years no longer rise up towards heaven, they lie spread out ahead, grey and identical. The battle against dust and dirt is never won.
Next up: the assembly line.
She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.
Right, see how far that got her.
I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.
Talk about an intellectual contraption!!