boutros gali
December 26th 07, 12:06 AM
can be safely
practised. Reality only exerts its pressure through the needs of everyday
life -- the need to eat and drink, to get shelter and clothing, to avoid
swallowing poison or stepping out of top-storey windows, and the like.
Between life and death, and between physical pleasure and physical pain,
there is still a distinction, but that is all. Cut off from contact with
the outer world, and with the past, the citizen of Oceania is like a man in
interstellar space, who has no way of knowing which direction is up and
which is down. The rulers of such a state are absolute, as the Pharaohs or
the Caesars could not be. They are obliged to prevent their followers from
starving to death in numbers large enough to be inconvenient, and they are
obliged to remain at the same low level of military technique as their
rivals; but once that minimum is achieved, they can twist reality into
whatever shape they choose.
The war, therefore, if we judge it by the standards of previous wars,
is merely an imposture. It is like the battles between certain ruminant
animals whose horns are set at such an angle that they are incapable of
hurting one another. But though it is unreal it is not meaningless. It eats
up the surplus of consumable goods, and it helps to preserve the special
mental atmosphere that a hierarchical society needs. War, it will be seen,
is now a purely internal affair. In the past, the ruling groups of all
countries, although they might recognize their common interest and
therefore limit the destructiveness of war, did fight against one another,
and the victor always plundered the vanquished. In our own day they are not
fighting against one another at all. The war is waged by each ruling group
against its own subj
practised. Reality only exerts its pressure through the needs of everyday
life -- the need to eat and drink, to get shelter and clothing, to avoid
swallowing poison or stepping out of top-storey windows, and the like.
Between life and death, and between physical pleasure and physical pain,
there is still a distinction, but that is all. Cut off from contact with
the outer world, and with the past, the citizen of Oceania is like a man in
interstellar space, who has no way of knowing which direction is up and
which is down. The rulers of such a state are absolute, as the Pharaohs or
the Caesars could not be. They are obliged to prevent their followers from
starving to death in numbers large enough to be inconvenient, and they are
obliged to remain at the same low level of military technique as their
rivals; but once that minimum is achieved, they can twist reality into
whatever shape they choose.
The war, therefore, if we judge it by the standards of previous wars,
is merely an imposture. It is like the battles between certain ruminant
animals whose horns are set at such an angle that they are incapable of
hurting one another. But though it is unreal it is not meaningless. It eats
up the surplus of consumable goods, and it helps to preserve the special
mental atmosphere that a hierarchical society needs. War, it will be seen,
is now a purely internal affair. In the past, the ruling groups of all
countries, although they might recognize their common interest and
therefore limit the destructiveness of war, did fight against one another,
and the victor always plundered the vanquished. In our own day they are not
fighting against one another at all. The war is waged by each ruling group
against its own subj