sábado, agosto 02, 2014
A comelier shade of yellow
"I was born in a land where the idea of freedom, the notion of right, the habit of human kindness were things coldly despised and brutally owtlawded.
Now and then, in the course of history, a hypocrite government would paint the walls of the nation's prison a comelier shade of yellow and loudly proclaim the granting of rights familiar to happier states;
but either these rights were solely enjoyed by the jailers or else they contained some secret flaw which made them even more bitter than the decrees of frank tyranny...
Every man in the land was a slave, if he was not a bully; since the soul and everything pertaining to it were denied to man, the infliction of physical pain came to be considered as suficient to govern and guide human nature...
From time to time a thing called revolution would occur, turning the slaves into bullies and vice versa...
A dark country, a hellish place, gentlemen [...]"
The real life of Sebastian Knight, Vladimir Nabokov
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Now and then, in the course of history, a hypocrite government would paint the walls of the nation's prison a comelier shade of yellow and loudly proclaim the granting of rights familiar to happier states;
but either these rights were solely enjoyed by the jailers or else they contained some secret flaw which made them even more bitter than the decrees of frank tyranny...
Every man in the land was a slave, if he was not a bully; since the soul and everything pertaining to it were denied to man, the infliction of physical pain came to be considered as suficient to govern and guide human nature...
From time to time a thing called revolution would occur, turning the slaves into bullies and vice versa...
A dark country, a hellish place, gentlemen [...]"
The real life of Sebastian Knight, Vladimir Nabokov
