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To: D. Long who wrote (14716)5/21/2002 6:13:21 AM
From: GUSTAVE JAEGER  Respond to of 23908
 
How about a Dostoevskian pastiche for a change? Here we go:

"There are cries, sobs, confusion among the people, and at that moment the TV star himself, the Grand Quizmaster, passes by the shopping mall. He is a middle-aged man, almost fifty, tall and erect, with a tanned face and piercing eyes, in which there is still a gleam of candidness. He is not dressed in his flashy talkshow outfit, as he was the day before, when he was burning the enemies of Democracy -- at this moment he is wearing his casual, old suit. At a distance behind him come his smarmy assistants and lackeys and the 'holy guard.' He stops at the sight of the crowd and watches it from a distance. He sees everything; he sees them set the magazine in his hands, sees the spirits rise up, and his face darkens. He knits his thick grey brows and his eyes gleam with a sinister fire. He holds out his finger and bids the assistants call him. And such is his power, so completely are the people cowed into awe and trembling reverence to him, that the crowd immediately makes way for the TV people, and in the midst of deathlike silence they usher him in the stretch limo and drive him away. The crowd instantly bows down to the earth, like one man, before the old TV celebrity. He blesses the people in silence and passes on. The assistants lead their guest to the close, glitzy vaulted studio- in the ancient palace of NBC, and entertain him. The day passes and is followed by the dark, burning, 'breathless' night of Miami. The air is 'fragrant with laurel and lemon.' In the pitch darkness the golden door of the studio is suddenly opened and the Grand Quizmaster himself comes in with a cigar in his hand. He is alone; the door is closed at once behind him. He stands in the doorway and for a minute or two gazes into his guest's face. At last he goes up slowly, sets the cigar on the ashtray and speaks.

"'Is it Thou? Thou?' but receiving no answer, he adds at once. 'Don't answer, be silent. What canst Thou say, indeed? I know too well what Thou wouldst say. And Thou hast no right to add anything to what Thou hadst said of old. Why, then, art Thou come to hinder us? For Thou hast come to hinder us, and Thou knowest that. But dost thou know what will be tomorrow? I know not who Thou art and care not to know whether it is Thou or only a semblance of Him, but tomorrow I shall condemn Thee and burn Thee at the stake as the worst of subversives. And the very people who have today kissed Thy feet, tomorrow at the faintest sign from me will rush to heap up the embers of Thy fire. Knowest Thou that? Yes, maybe Thou knowest it,' he added with thoughtful penetration, never for a moment taking his eyes off the newcomer."

"I don't quite understand, Joey. What does it mean?" Andy, who had been listening in silence, said with a smile. "Is it simply a wild fantasy, or a mistake on the part of the old star -- some impossible quid pro quo?"

"Take it as the last," said Joey, laughing, "if you are so corrupted by modern realism and can't stand anything fantastic. If you like it to be a case of mistaken identity, let it be so. It is true," he went on, laughing, "the old TV star was fifty, and he might well be crazy over his set idea. He might have been struck by the appearance of the newcomer. It might, in fact, be simply his ravings, the delusion of an old TV celeb of fifty, over -- excited by the bashing of a hundred subversives the day before. But does it matter to us after all whether it was a mistake of identity or a wild fantasy? All that matters is that the old TV celebrity should speak out, that he should speak openly of what he has thought in silence for fifty years."

"And the newcomer too is silent? Does He look at him and not say a word?"

"That's inevitable in any case," Joey laughed again. "The old man has told him he hasn't the right to add anything to what He has said of old. One may say it is the most fundamental feature of American Democracy, in my opinion at least. 'All has been given by Thee to the People,' they say, 'and all, therefore, is still in the People's hands, and there is no need for Thee to come now at all. Thou must not meddle for the time, at least.' That's how they speak and write too -- the opinion makers, at any rate. I have read it myself in the works of their politicians. 'Hast Thou the right to
reveal to us one of the mysteries of that world from which Thou hast come?' my old man asks him, and answers the question for him. 'No, Thou hast not; that Thou mayest not add to what has been said of old, and mayest not take from men the freedom which Thou didst exalt when Thou wast on earth. Whatsoever Thou revealest anew will encroach on Americans' freedom of faith; for it will be manifest as a bombshell, and the freedom of their faith was dearer to Thee than anything in those days fifteen years ago. Didst Thou not often say then, "I will make you free"? But now Thou hast seen these "free" men,' the old man adds suddenly, with a pensive smile. 'Yes, we've paid dearly for it,' he goes on, looking sternly at him, 'but at last we have completed that work in thy name. For fifteen years we have been wrestling with thy freedom of speech, but now it is ended and over for good. Dost thou not believe that it's over for good? Thou lookest meekly at me and deignest not even to be wroth with me. But let me tell thee that now, today, people are more persuaded than ever that they have perfect freedom, yet they have brought their freedom of speech to us and laid it humbly at our feet. But that has been our doing. Was this what thou didst? Was this thy freedom?'"

"I don't understand again." Andy broke in. "Is he ironical, is he jesting?"

"Not a bit of it! He claims it as a merit for himself and his organization that at last they have vanquished freedom and have done so to make Americans happy. 'For now' (he is speaking of Judeofascism, of course) 'for the first time it has become possible to think of the happiness of America. The American was created a rebel; and how can rebels be happy? Thou wast warned,' he says to him. 'Thou hast had no lack of admonitions and warnings, but thou didst not listen to those warnings; Thou didst reject the only way by which Americans might be made happy. But, fortunately, departing thou didst hand on the work to us. Thou hast promised, thou hast established by thy word, thou hast given to us the right to bind and to unbind, and now, of course, thou canst not think of taking it away. Why, then, hast thou come to hinder us?'"

"And what's the meaning of 'no lack of admonitions and warnings'?" asked Andy.

"Why, that's the chief part of what the old man must say.

"'The wise and dread spirit, the spirit of self-destruction and non-existence,' the old man goes on, the great spirit talked with thee in the wilderness, and we are told in the books that he "tempted" thee. Is that so? And could anything truer be said than what he revealed to thee in three questions and what thou didst reject, and what in the books is called "the temptation"? And yet if there has ever been on earth a real stupendous miracle, it took place on that day, on the day of the three temptations. The statement of those three questions was itself the miracle.

If it were possible to imagine simply for the sake of argument that those three questions of the dread spirit had perished utterly from the books, and that we had to restore them and to invent them anew, and to do so had gathered together all the wise men of the earth -- rulers, chief priests, learned men, philosophers, poets- and had set them the task to invent three questions, such as would not only fit the occasion, but express in three words, three human phrases, the whole future history of the world and of humanity- dost thou believe that all the wisdom of the earth united could have invented anything in depth and force equal to the three questions which were actually put to thee then by the wise and mighty spirit in the wilderness? From those questions alone, from the miracle of their statement, we can see that we have here to do not with the fleeting human intelligence, but with the absolute and eternal. For in those three questions the whole subsequent history of America is, as it were, brought together into one whole, and foretold, and in them are united all the unsolved historical contradictions of human nature. At the time it could not be so clear, since the future was unknown; but now that fifteen years have passed, we see that everything in those three questions was so justly divined and foretold, and has been so truly fulfilled, that nothing can be added to them or taken from them.

"Judge thyself who was right -- Thou or he who questioned thee then? Remember the first question; its meaning, in other words, was this:

"Thou wouldst go into the new world, and art going with empty hands, with some promise of freedom which Americans in their simplicity and their natural unruliness cannot even understand, which they fear and dread -- for nothing has ever been more insupportable for Americans or any human society than freedom. But seest thou these jobless people in this parched and barren wilderness? Turn them into breadwinners, and America will run after thee like a flock of sheep, grateful and obedient, though for ever trembling, lest thou withdraw thy hand and deny them thy jobs." But thou wouldst not deprive Americans of freedom and didst reject the offer, thinking, what is that freedom worth if obedience is bought with jobs? Thou didst reply that Americans live not by jobs alone. But dost thou know that for the sake of that earthly livelihood the spirit of the earth will rise up against thee and will strive with thee and overcome thee, and all will follow him, crying, "Who can compare with this beast? He has given us fire from heaven!" Dost thou know that the ages will pass, and America will proclaim by the lips of their sages that there is no crime, and therefore no sin; there is only unemployment? "Give Americans jobs, and then ask of them virtue!" that's what they'll write on the banner, which they will raise against thee, and with which they will destroy thy temple. Where thy
temple stood will rise a new building; the terrible tower of Babel will be built again, and though, like the one of old, it will not be finished, yet thou mightest have prevented that new tower and have cut short the sufferings of Americans for a thousand years; for they will come back to us after a thousand years of agony with their tower. They will seek us again, hidden underground in the catacombs, for we shall be again persecuted and tortured. They will find us and cry to us, "Feed us, for those who have promised us fire from heaven haven't given it!" And then we shall finish
building their tower, for he finishes the building who feeds them. And we alone shall feed them in thy name, declaring falsely that it is in thy name. Oh, never, never can they feed themselves without us! No science will give them full employment so long as they remain free. In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet, and say to us, "Make us your slaves, but hire us." They will understand themselves, at last, that freedom and jobs enough for all are inconceivable together, for never, never will they be able to share between them! They will be convinced, too, that they can never be free, for they are weak, vicious, worthless, and rebellious. Thou didst promise them the jobs of Heaven, but, I repeat again, can it compare with earthly jobs in the eyes of the weak, ever sinful and ignoble race of America? And if for the sake of the jobs of Heaven thousands shall follow thee, what is to become of the millions and tens of thousands of millions of creatures who will not have the strength to forego the earthly jobs for the sake of the heavenly? Or dost thou care only for the tens of thousands of the great and strong, while the millions, numerous as the sands of the sea, who are weak but love thee, must exist only for the sake of the great and strong? No, we care for the weak too. They are sinful and rebellious, but in the end they too will become obedient. They will marvel at us and look on us as gods, because we are ready to endure the freedom which they have found so dreadful and to rule over them -- so awful it will seem to them to be free. But we shall tell them that we are thy servants and rule them in thy name. We shall deceive them again, for we will not let thee come to us again. That deception will be our suffering, for we shall be forced to lie.

[Cont'd on next post]



To: D. Long who wrote (14716)5/21/2002 6:15:49 AM
From: GUSTAVE JAEGER  Respond to of 23908
 
[Cont'd from previous post]

"'This is the significance of the first question in the wilderness, and this is what thou hast rejected for the sake of that freedom which thou hast exalted above everything. Yet in this question lies hid the great secret of this world. Choosing "full employment," thou wouldst have satisfied the universal and everlasting craving of America -- to find someone to worship. So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship. But man seeks to worship what is established beyond dispute, so that all men would agree at once to worship it. For these pitiful creatures are concerned not only to find what one or the other can worship, but to find community of worship is the chief misery of every American individually and of all humanity from the beginning of time. For the sake of common worship they've slain each other with the sword. They have set up corporations and challenged one another, "Put away your corporations and come and worship ours, or we will buy you and your corporations!" And so it will be to the end of the corporate world, even when corporations disappear from the earth; they will fall down before cult gurus just the same. Thou didst know, thou couldst not but have known, this fundamental secret of American nature, but thou didst reject the one infallible banner which was offered thee to make all Americans bow down to thee alone- the banner of earthly jobs; and thou hast rejected it for the sake of freedom and the jobs of Heaven. Behold what thou didst further. And all again in the name of freedom! I tell thee that Americans are tormented by no greater anxiety than to find some employer quickly to whom he can hand over that gift of freedom with which the ill-fated creatures are born. But only one who can appease their conscience can take over their freedom. In employment there was offered thee an invincible banner; give bread, and America will worship thee, for nothing is more certain than bread. But if someone else gains possession of her conscience -- Oh! then she will cast away Thy bread and follow after him who has ensnared her conscience. In that thou wast right.

For the secret of man's being is not only to live but to have something to live for. Without a stable conception of the object of life, Americans would not consent to go on living, and would rather destroy themselves than remain on earth, though they had jobs in abundance. That is true. But what happened? Instead of taking Americans' freedom from them, thou didst make it greater than ever! Didst thou forget that Americans prefer peace, and even death, to freedom of choice in the knowledge of good and evil? Nothing is more seductive for Americans than their freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering. And behold, instead of giving a firm foundation for setting the conscience of Americans at rest for ever, thou didst choose all that is exceptional, vague and enigmatic; thou didst choose what was utterly beyond the strength of Americans, acting as though thou didst not love them at all -- thou who didst come to give thy life for them! Instead of taking possession of Americans' freedom, thou didst increase it, and burdened the spiritual kingdom of America with its sufferings for ever. Thou didst desire Americans' free love, that they should follow thee freely, enticed and taken captive by Thee. In place of the rigid ancient law, Americans must hereafter with free heart decide for themselves what is good and what is evil, having only thy image before them as their guide. But didst thou not know that they would at last reject even thy image and thy truth, if they are weighed down with the fearful burden of free choice? They will cry aloud at last that the truth is not in thee, for they could not have been left in greater confusion and suffering than thou hast caused, laying upon them so many cares and unanswerable problems.

"'So that, in truth, thou didst thyself lay the foundation for the destruction of thy kingdom, and no one is more to blame for it. Yet what was offered thee? There are three powers, three powers alone, able to conquer and to hold captive for ever the conscience of these impotent rebels for their happiness. Those forces are fame, mystery and authority. Thou hast rejected all three and hast set the example for doing so. When the wise and dread spirit offered thee a primetime interview and said to thee, "If thou wouldst know whether Thou art the next Oprah Winfrey then take the plunge, for it is written: the public shall hold him up lest he flop and bruise himself, and thou shalt know then whether thou art a crack pundit and shalt prove then how great is thy wisdom in world affairs." But thou didst refuse and wouldst not show off. Oh, of course, thou didst proudly and well, like Jesus; but the weak, unruly race of Americans, are they gods? Oh, thou didst know then that in taking one step, in making one movement to hype thyself, thou wouldst be yielding to them and have lost all thy credibility, and wouldst have been dashed to pieces before that public opinion which thou didst come to save. And the wise spirit that tempted thee would have rejoiced. But I ask again, are there many like thee? And couldst thou believe for one moment that Americans, too, could face such a temptation? Is the nature of Americans such, that they can reject fame, and at the great moments of their life, the moments of their deepest, most agonising spiritual difficulties, cling only to the free verdict of the heart? Oh, thou didst know that thy deed would be recorded in books, would be handed down to remote times and the utmost ends of the web, and thou didst hope that Americans, following thee, would cling to Truth and not ask for fame. But thou didst not know that when Americans reject fame they reject Truth too; for Americans seek not so much truth as the famous. And as Americans cannot bear to be without the famous, they will create new celebrities of their own for themselves, and will worship deeds of punditry and
televangelism, though they might be a hundred times over rebels, subversives and infidels. Thou didst not come out of the sidelines when they shouted to thee, mocking and reviling thee, "Come out of the woods and we will believe that thou art an expert." Thou didst not come out, for again thou wouldst not enslave Americans by fame, and didst crave faith given freely, not based on fame. Thou didst crave for free love and not the base raptures of the slave before the might that has overawed him for ever. But thou didst think too highly of Americans therein, for they are slaves, of course, though rebellious by nature. Look round and judge; fifteen years have passed, look upon them. Whom hast thou raised up to thyself? I swear, Americans are weaker and baser by nature than thou hast believed them! Can they, can they do what thou didst? By showing them so much respect, thou didst, as it were, cease to feel for them, for thou didst ask far too much from them -- thou who hast loved them more than thyself! Respecting them less, thou wouldst have asked less of them. That would have been more like love, for their burden would have been lighter. They are weak and vile. What though they are everywhere now rebelling against our power, and proud of their rebellion? It is the pride of a child and a schoolboy. They are little children rioting and barring out the teacher at school. But their childish delight will end; it will cost them dear. Mankind as a whole has always striven to organise a universal state. There have been many great nations with great histories, but the more highly they were developed the more unhappy they were, for they felt more acutely than other people the craving for world-wide union. The great conquerors, Timours and Ghenghis-Khans, whirled like hurricanes over the face of the earth striving to subdue its people, and they too were but the unconscious expression of the same craving for universal unity. Hadst thou taken the world and Mammon's money, thou wouldst have founded the universal state and have given universal peace. For who can rule Americans if not he who holds their conscience and their livelihoods in his hands? We have taken the money of Mammon, and in taking it, of course, have rejected thee and followed him. Oh, ages are yet to come of the confusion of free thought, of their science and cannibalism. For having begun to build their tower of Babel without us, they will end, of course, with cannibalism. But then the beast will crawl to us and
lick our feet and spatter them with tears of blood. And we shall sit upon the beast and raise the cup, and on it will be written, "Mystery." But then, and only then, the reign of peace and happiness will come for Americans. Thou art proud of thine elect, but thou hast only the elect, while we give rest to all. And besides, how many of those elect, those mighty ones who could become elect, have grown weary waiting for thee, and have transferred and will transfer the powers of their spirit and the warmth of their heart to the other camp, and end by raising their free banner against thee. Thou didst thyself lift up that banner. But with us all will be happy and will no more rebel nor destroy one another as under thy freedom. Oh, we shall persuade them that they will only become free when they renounce their freedom to us and submit to us. And shall we be right or shall we be lying? They will be convinced that we are right, for they will remember the horrors of slavery and confusion to which thy freedom brought them. Freedom, free thought, and science will lead them into such straits and will bring them face to face with such marvels and insoluble mysteries, that some of them, the fierce and rebellious, will destroy themselves, others, rebellious but weak, will destroy one another, while the rest, weak and unhappy, will crawl fawning to our feet and whine to us: "Yes, you were right, you alone possess His mystery, and we come back to you, save us from ourselves!"

"'Receiving jobs from us, they will see clearly that we take the works made by their hands from them, to give it to them, without any miracle. They will see that we do not change the stones to bread, but in truth they will be more thankful for taking it from our hands than for employment itself! For they will remember only too well that in old days, without our help, even the livelihoods they got turned to waste in their hands, while since they have come back to us, the very idleness has turned to jobs in their communities. Too, too well will they know the value of complete submission! And until Americans know that, they will be unhappy. Who is most to blame for their not knowing it?-speak! Who scattered the flock and sent it astray on unknown paths? But the flock will come together again and will submit once more, and then it will be once for all. Then we shall give them the quiet humble happiness of weak creatures such as they are by nature. Oh, we shall persuade them at last not to be proud, for thou didst lift them up and thereby taught them to be proud. We shall show them that they are weak, that they are only pitiful children, but that childlike happiness is the sweetest of all. They will become timid and will look to us and huddle close to us in fear, as chicks to the hen. They will marvel at us and will be awe-stricken before us, and will be proud at our being so powerful and clever that we have been able to subdue such a turbulent flock of thousands of millions. They will tremble impotently before our wrath, their minds will grow fearful, they will be quick to shed tears like women and children, but they will be just as ready at a sign from us to pass to laughter and rejoicing, to happy mirth and childish song. Yes, we shall set them to work, but in their leisure hours we shall make their life like a child's game, with children's prayers and innocent talkshows. Oh, we shall allow them even sin, they are weak and helpless, and they will love us like children because we allow them to sin. We shall tell them that every sin will be expiated, if it is done with our permission, that we allow them to sin because we love them, and the punishment for these sins we take upon ourselves. And we shall take it upon ourselves, and they will adore us as their saviours who have taken on themselves their sins before God. And they will have no secrets from us. We shall allow or forbid them to live with their wives and mistresses, to have or not to have children according to whether they have been obedient or disobedient- and they will submit to us gladly and cheerfully. The most painful secrets of their conscience, all, all they will bring to us, and we shall have an answer for all. And they will be glad to believe our answer, for it will save them from the great anxiety and terrible agony they endure at present in making a free decision for themselves. And all will be happy, all the millions of creatures except the hundred thousand who rule over them. For only we, we who guard the mystery, shall be unhappy. There will be thousands of millions of happy babes, and a hundred thousand sufferers who have taken upon themselves the curse of the knowledge of truth and lie. Peacefully they will die, peacefully they will expire in thy name, and beyond the grave they will find nothing but death. But we shall keep the secret, and for their happiness we shall allure them with the reward of heaven and eternity. Though if there were anything in the other world, it certainly would not be for such as they. It is prophesied that thou wilt come again in victory, thou wilt come with thy chosen, the proud and strong, but we will say that they have only saved themselves, but we have saved all. We are told that the harlot who sits upon the beast, and holds in her hands the mystery, shall be put to shame, that the weak will rise up again, and will rend her royal purple and will strip naked her loathsome body. But then I will stand up and point out to thee the thousand millions of happy children who have known no sin. And we who have taken their sins upon us for their happiness will stand up before thee and say: "Judge us if thou canst and darest." Know that I fear Thee not. Know that I too have been in the wilderness, I too have lived on roots and locusts, I too prized the freedom with which thou hast blessed Americans, and I too was striving to stand among thy elect, among the strong and powerful, thirsting "to make up the number." But I awakened and would not serve madness. I turned back and joined the ranks of those who have corrected thy work. I left the proud and went back to the humble, for the happiness of the humble. What I say to thee will come to pass, and our dominion will be built up. I repeat, tomorrow thou shalt see that gullible flock who at a sign from me will hasten to heap up the hot cinders about the pile on which I shall flame thee for coming to hinder us. For if anyone has ever deserved our flak, it is thou. Tomorrow I shall slam thee. Dixi.'"

Joey stopped. He was carried away as he talked, and spoke with excitement; when he had finished, he suddenly smiled.

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