Man and / or pork?
to XD Ok, the only way he can understand those who have read carefully (no, not worth the summaries of the English test in high school!) That little delight that is Animal Farm (ah, Orwell) then I apologize.
This place comes from a reflection of my 160 minutes by train (with about 40 and passes). Undecided about which book to bring to pass the time, I pulled out almost at random from my battery-read-before-or-later Fahrenheit 451. Relaxing reading, I think.
Wrong. Apart from the first, confusing introduction to the history pages, is passionate and deep. Basically there is a terrible reflection on the future of the human race, so prophetic that came near the end caught me a tremendous sense of nausea (exacerbated by the special that I can not hear their books burned XD It goes against everything they have based my life! )
I have read almost all books of fiction of the 'old school' by Verne, Orwell, Asimov ... although I've probably never as beloved genre (for me to remain on all the fantasy and history, not forgetting the thriller or horror, when he still wrote something really horror) I've never been disappointed. But I came to do a couple of considerations.
All authors from the beginning of the century until the '50s, aided by the historical period of transition, world wars, the collapse of Wall Street and so on. etc.. were affected by a deep mistrust of the human race. None of them, ever, give hope to a humanity destined to self-destruction now mental and material well-being. We are the product of a post-industrial revolution, where the object, the thing, the property is invaluable and that human life is rubbish. Brains harvested from 24h on 24 large screens that project 'images full of color' but devoid of content, where we are constantly monitored, analyzed, poisoned by a universal nothing against which we have not (and do not want to have) defenses. A general 'pull the plug, boys' and leaves a deep sense of depression, because although these authors have seen the beginning, we shall live with the consequences.
I live in a world where you have the latest fashion sweater Zara and just missed. Where to thirteen years you have to start breaking for the plate to the mother, the cosmetics, designer clothes, to sneak out on Saturday night to go clubbing. Learning to smoke, drink strong stuff, maybe try something more heavy once in a while to unpack, have fun. If you complete the slam into a car by just a pimply eighteen-cool but you're alright. You can spend the rest of your teenage years to repeat the same things and get bored.
There is no escape. You are constantly bombarded by advertising and ipercolorate absurd, inconsistent desires live following, and you're empty, empty, empty.
Fahrenheit 451 begins with the phrase " It was a joy to start the fire. "Putting aside the delusion of an accomplished arsonist safe, even if the context is different following this sentence, I completely understand what drove the author to write XD (Although I can generally be serene, if not happy, even amid the sea of shit that is the company U_U)
(I am the old lady if you must burn the books, it does so in person and at the same time by fire.)
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