Book: The doomed city

- Do not understand! said Izzy. - You're all idiots. And the danger is only to intelligent people.
- The cretins - the cretins. ' said Andrew. - You're right.
Yeah! Getting smarter! exclaimed Izzy, waving the mutilated hand. - In vain. It's dangerous! That is the whole tragedy. Now a lot of people wiser, but the wiser is not enough. They won't know that now have to be a fool...

... Everything else is just scaffolding at the walls of the temple, he said. All the best that mankind has invented over a hundred thousand years, all importantly, it is understood and what an idea, goes to the temple. Through millennia of its history, fighting, starving, falling into slavery and rebelling, era and intercourse, brings humanity, itself about it without suspecting, this temple on the muddy crest of its waves. Sometimes it suddenly says to itself, this temple recalls and then either accepted to pass this temple brick by brick, or frantically worship him, or to build another Church in the neighborhood and in the reproach, but it never really understands what he's dealing with, and, desperate to use the temple one way or another, it very soon is distracted by his so-called urgent needs: start something for thirty three times over to share again, someone to crucify, someone to praise - and the Church just keeps growing and growing from century to century, from Millennium to Millennium, and not destroy it, nor completely impossible to humiliate... The funny thing is, Izzy said that every brick of this Church, each one eternal book, the eternal, each melody, each unique architectural silhouette of bears made the experience of humanity itself, his thoughts and thoughts about it, ideas about the aims and contradictions of existence; that whatever it seemed separate from all the short-term interests of this population samojedny pigs, he at the same time, always inseparable from this herd and inconceivable without it... And still funny, said Izzy, that this Church in fact, does not build consciously. It cannot be planned in advance on paper or in some kind of a genius brain, it grows by itself, accurately absorbing all the best that gives rise to human history... You might think (ask Izzy sarcastically) that they themselves direct the builders of this temple - not a pig? God, Yes, what a pig sometimes! A thief and a scoundrel Benvenuto Cellini, binge drinker, Hemingway, Tchaikovsky was a homosexual, the schizophrenic and the black hundreds Dostoevsky, burglar and hanged françois Villon... God, Yes, decent people among them rather rare! But they, like coral polyps, they know not what they do. And all mankind - as well. Generation by generation, eating, enjoying, prey, kill, die, - EN, you see, a coral Atoll rose, but how beautiful! But what durable!..

Here you consider themselves technocrats and the elite. A Democrat for you - a dirty word. Everyone cricket may know befitting him last. You terribly despise the broad mass and awful proud of it with his contempt. And in fact you are real, a wholly owned slaves of the masses. Everything you do, you do for weight. All the things you wrestle with all this in the first place mass. You live for the masses. If the mass has disappeared, you would have lost the meaning of life. You pathetic, miserable applied. And that is why you will never get maniacs. After all, what need to the General mass, to get relatively easy. Therefore, all your tasks are tasks that are obviously solvable. You will never understand people who kill themselves in protest...

- To humanize their will? - softly asked Selma.
Andrew through the power grinned.
- It's as necessary, he said. - Maybe you really do have to humanize. The experiment is the Experiment.

- What are you, what are you... ' he said, awkwardly coming to her. - It was what it was. All. Don't get upset. Can be, and well, that happened: here, you will be all caught up. I have plenty of friends - all real people... He remembered the conversation and frowned. We can assist you. Together we'll fight. Here things to hell! A lot of disorder, confusion, just stuff - every honest man in the account. You can't imagine how much stuff stuff has run. Don't ask him, of course, but sometimes it's tempting to ask: well, what brings you here, in the hell do you need someone here?

One law for all is not and can not be. There is no single law for the exploiter and the exploited.

Just you, an atheist, a young man, and don't want to admit that he was wrong his entire - albeit short - life. You taught your stupid and ignorant teachers that there is nothing, emptiness, decay; that neither gratitude, nor retribution for their actions should not wait. And you take these little ideas, because they seemed like such obvious, and mainly because you were quite young, had excellent health of the body and death was a distant abstraction. He created evil, you always hoped to escape punishment because to punish you would only the same people as you. But if you happened to do some good, you were just like you, instant rewards.

... you deprive people of the care for daily bread and nothing to give them in return. People get sick and bored. So will suicide, drugs, sexual revolution, stupid riots because damn...

- Now, great writers, too, were always scolding. It is their normal, because they are sick conscience of society, which society itself may be unaware. And as a symbol of a society are you, you in the first place and distribute cans... - Izzy giggled. I can imagine how they would deal with your Rumer!
Geiger shrugged his shoulder.
- Of course, if Rumer has shortcomings, the present writer is obliged to portray. He and the writer to heal ulcers.
- Writers had not healed any ulcers, - said Izzy. - Sick conscience just hurts, and all...

And then, mind you, quite happy in fact does not happen. It is only quite unhappy there.

I especially hate it when the eternities flung. Brothers forever. Eternal friendship. Together forever. Eternal glory... Where they get all that? What they see forever?

- Every elite is disgusting...
- Well, I'm sorry! Now, if you said, "every elite, wielding the destinies and lives of other people - it's disgusting", - here I would agree with you. And the elite, the elite for herself - to prevent it? It is irritating, to rage, to fury! is another thing, but annoying - it's one of her functions... And full equality - it's a swamp, stagnant. You should thank mother nature that this can not be total equality...

It was in this humility that animal, subhuman, but at the same time sublime, evoking an inexplicable reverence, because of the humility that discern a supernatural understanding of some very deep, hidden and eternal nature of what is happening, understanding the eternal futility, and hence the inadequacy of the opposition.

Just such a situation... Two sides of a single copper coin - heads or tails. The result - either food riots or a full riot - choose to taste.