Book: Chrome Yellow

Human communication is so highly valued in the past only because reading was the privilege of the few, books rare and difficult to produce in large quantity. Humanity, you have to remember this is only now becoming literate. As reading will spread, increasing numbers of people realizes that books will give them all the pleasures of human communication without intolerable boredom. Today, people in search of pleasure naturally tend to gather in large crowds and make a lot of noise. In the future natural will be the desire for solitude and silence. The proper way to study mankind is reading.

Any holiday is always a disappointment.

I, for example, although I'm not in the least about painting, especially like the cubism. I like to look at the paintings of which completely banished nature that are exclusively the product of the human mind. From these pictures I get the same pleasure, what brings a beautiful logical proof, elegant solution to a mathematical problem or an achievement of engineering. Nature or something that reminds you of her - depresses me. It is too vast, too complex, and most importantly, completely meaningless and incomprehensible. I feel easy when dealing with the works of the human mind: if I want to truly, you will be able to understand everything that is made with hands or a human mind.

If you only knew how men are vulgar, disgusting and boring, trying to take care of a woman when she did not want to!

Love is incompatible with life. Those who truly love each other, desire to live together and to die together.

The suffering person always lonely - a sad fact for those who suffer, but it makes it possible for the rest of humanity enjoying life.

At this very moment, - he continued - all over the world there are the most horrific things. People are being tortured, cut, gutted, mutilated their dead bodies are decaying, eyes are rotting. The screams of terror and pain are carried into the air with a speed of eleven hundred feet per second. After three seconds of flight, they become quite inaudible. All this distressing facts. But do we enjoy life a little bit less? Definitely not. We feel sympathy, no doubt, we imagine in your mind the suffering of peoples and individuals, we are sorry about that. But in the end, what is empathy? It's worth very little unless the person we sympathize with, not the one closest to us. And even in this case, our sympathy and imagination do not go too far. And perhaps it's not so bad, because if someone has enough imagination and deep empathy to feel the suffering of others as their own, then such a person would never find a moment of peace of mind.

In the end, what is reading as not a Vice-like fascination with wine, debauchery and any other form of excessive indulgence? Read to tickle and amuse his imagination to, most importantly, not to think for yourself.

Eccentricity... It's the justification of all aristocracies. It justifies leisured classes and inherited wealth, privilege, rent and all such injustice. Want to create in the world something worthy, you need to have a class of people wealthy, not dependent on public opinion, free from poverty, leisured, not forced to waste time on dull routine work, which is called the honest performance of his duty. Need a class of people who can think and - to some extent - do what they Like. Need a class, whose members can afford to be eccentric, if you have a tendency to eccentricity, and that eccentricities in General are treated with tolerance and understanding. This is very important if you want to understand the essence of the aristocracy. Not only is it eccentric itself - often in a Grand scale, but is tolerant and even encourages eccentricity in others. Eccentricities of the artist and the new-fangled philosopher does not inspire her with fear, hatred and disgust, which instinctively have peristomate. It is a kind of red Indian reservation in the heart of the vast Horde of white, corny mediocre and spiritless, besides grown in the colonies. Within their reservations, the natives are fun - often, admittedly, somewhat rough, somewhat eccentric. And when outside these limits people are born, similar in spirit, they have a place to hide from the hatred that white mediocrity en bons bourgeois down on all that is original and goes beyond the ordinary. Once there is a social revolution, reservations will not be. Redskins will dissolve into a vast sea of white.

It may be soon, maybe not soon, depending on how people find the time. But sooner or later the Lord will inevitably come and deliver humanity from its present ills. And Woe to those who call not on the supper of the lamb and the great supper of God. Then they realize - too late - that God is not only forgiveness but also anger.

"For nation will rise against nation, and Kingdom against Kingdom; and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places..." Nineteen centuries have passed since then, as our Lord uttered these words, and none of these centuries was full of wars, disease, famine, and earthquakes. Powerful Empire turned to dust, the disease claimed half of humanity, thousands of people have died in the cataclysms of nature - from floods, fires and hurricanes. This happened again and again for nineteen centuries, but never made Christ to return to Earth.

Even your eloquence, my dear Gombo, - he said - even your eloquence is not enough to force humanity to move to another faith and to convince him that pleasure can be obtained simply from the process of reproduction. After the advent of the gramophone, cinema, automatic pistol, the goddess of applied science has presented the world a new, even more valuable gift - a means of separating love from reproduction.

This farm is a model for healthy, on-fatherlike wise rule. Make them breed, make them work, and when their time to breed, to work or to produce pass - send them to slaughter.

In life included with ready-made ideas about everything. Have some kind of philosophy, and trying to adjust to her life. Should have the opposite: first to live, and then to adjust his philosophy under life. Life, events, phenomena horribly complicated; ideas, even the most sophisticated, deceptively simple. In the world of ideas is clear, of life - unclear and confusing. Is it any wonder that I feel alone and terribly unhappy?