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"âIt was a lot of fuss about nothing, wasnât it?â"
"I am not capitulating."
"Good men make good rhinoceroses, unfortunately."
"Logician: A cat has four paws. Old Gentleman: My dog had four paws. Logician: Then it's a cat. Old Gentleman: So my dog is a cat? Logician: And the contrary is also true."
"Every work of art (unless it is a pseudo-intellectualist work, a work already comprised in some ideology that it merely illustrates, as with Brecht) is outside ideology, is not reducible to ideology. Ideology circumscribes without penetrating it. The absence of ideology in a work does not mean an absence of ideas; on the contrary it fertilizes them."
"I believe that what separates us all from one another is simply society itself, or, if you like, politics. This is what raises barriers between men, this is what creates misunderstanding. If I may be allowed to express myself paradoxically, I should say that the truest society, the authentic human community, is extra-social â a wider, deeper society, that which is revealed by our common anxieties, our desires, our secret nostalgias. The whole history of the world has been governed by nostalgias and anxieties, which political action does no more than reflect and interpret, very imperfectly. No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa."
"Oh words, what crimes are committed in your name!"
"I didn't mean you were stupid. It's just that you're not logical, which isn't the same thing at all."
"We are all Victims of Duty."
"All the plays that have ever been written, from ancient Greece to the present day, have never really been anything but thrillers... Drama's always been realistic and there's always been a detective about... Every play's an investigation brought to a successful conclusion."
"There are now many invisible people on stage."
"That's not it. That's not it at all. You always have a tendency to add. But one must be able to subtract too. It's not enough to integrate, you must also disintegrate. That's the way life is. That's philosophy. That's science. That's progress, civilization."
"The theater chose me. As I said, I started with poetry, and I also wrote criticism and dialogue. But I realized that I was most successful at dialogue. Perhaps I abandoned criticism because I am full of contradictions, and when you write an essay you are not supposed to contradict yourself. But in the theater, by inventing various characters, you can. My characters are contradictory not only in their language, but in their behavior as well."
"We exist on several different planes, and when we said nothing had any reason we were referring to the psychological and social plane."
"Ionesco believes that the irrational is man's intuitive form of vision. Everything that claims to be rational and realistic is a distortion of that vision, a shield raised against the absurdity of existence."
"Most people readily exchange their nightly dreams for what passes as reality in the morning papers. Not EugĂŠne Ionesco. The celebrated playwright of the absurd prefers to dwell on his own private late late shows."
"Over the past thirty years, Ionesco has been called a âtragic clown,â the âShakespeare of the Absurd,â the âEnfant Terrible of the Avant-Garde,â and the âInventor of the Metaphysical Farceâ â epithets that point to his evolution from a young playwright at a tiny Left Bank theater to an esteemed member of the AcadĂŠmie Française."
"My work has been essentially a dialogue with death, asking him, âWhy? Why?â So only death can silence me. Only death can close my lips."
"People who donât read are brutes. It is better to write than to make war, isnât it?"
"To introduce people to a different world, to encounter the miracle of being, that is important. When I write âThe train arrives at the station,â it is banal, but at the same time sensational, because it is invented."
"I have always regretted having gotten involved with literature up to my neck. I would have preferred to have been a monk; but, as I said, I was torn between wanting fame and wishing to renounce the world. The basic problem is that if God exists, what is the point of literature? And if He doesnât exist, what is the point of literature? Either way, my writing, the only thing I have ever succeeded in doing, is invalidated.-->"
"I let characters and symbols emerge from me, as if I were dreaming. I always use what remains of my dreams of the night before. Dreams are reality at its most profound, and what you invent is truth because invention, by its nature, canât be a lie. Writers who try to prove something are unattractive to me, because there is nothing to prove and everything to imagine. So I let words and images emerge from within. If you do that, you might prove something in the process."
"People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil."
"Itâs a play about the life and martyrdom of a modern saint, who has just been canonized by the Church â or is it beatified? Which comes first? Iâm not sure. Anyway, his name was Father Maximilian Kolbe, a Pole, and he died in Auschwitz. They were going to send some prisoners to a mine, where they would die of hunger and thirst. Father Kolbe offered to go instead of a man who had a wife and children and didnât want to die. That man is still alive. ⌠It wonât matter to me at all whether the Church canonizes him or not. The important thing is that such a man existed. -->"
"I have never been to the Right, nor have I been a Communist, because I have experienced, personally, both forms of totalitarianism. It is those who have never lived under tyranny who call me petit bourgeois."
"BĂŠranger represents the modern man. He is a victim of totalitarianism â of both kinds of totalitarianism, of the Right and of the Left. When Rhinoceros was produced in Germany, it had fifty curtain calls. The next day the papers wrote, âIonesco shows us how we became Nazis.â But in Moscow, they wanted me to rewrite it and make sure that it dealt with Nazism and not with their kind of totalitarianism. In Buenos Aires, the military government thought it was an attack on PerĂłnism."
"You know, the Cathars believed that the world was not created by God but by a demon who had stolen a few technological secrets from Him and made this world â which is why it doesnât work. I donât share this heresy. Iâm too afraid! But I put it in a play called This Extraordinary Brothel, in which the protagonist doesnât talk at all. There is a revolution, everybody kills everybody else, and he doesnât understand. But at the very end, he speaks for the first time. He points his finger towards the sky and shakes it at God, saying, âYou rogue! You little rogue!â and he bursts out laughing. He understands that the world is an enormous farce, a canular played by God against man, and that he has to play Godâs game and laugh about it."
"The French Revolution liberated people from the power of the aristocrats. But the bourgeoisie that took over represented the exploitation of man by man, and had to be destroyed â as in the Russian Revolution, which then degenerated into totalitarianism, Stalinism, and genocide. The more you make revolutions, the worse it gets. Man is driven by evil instincts that are often stronger than moral laws ⌠there is a higher order, but man can separate himself from it because he is free â which is what we have done. We have lost the sense of this higher order, and things will get worse and worse, culminating perhaps in a nuclear holocaust â the destruction predicted in the Apocalyptic texts. Only our apocalypse will be absurd and ridiculous because it will not be related to any transcendence. Modern man is a puppet, a jumping jack."
"You can stay in society and be alone, as long as you can be detached from the world. This is why I donât think I have ever gone for the easy option or done things that were expected of me."
"I found ancestors, like Shakespeare, who said, in Macbeth, that the world is full of sound and fury, a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing. Macbeth is a victim of fate. So is Oedipus. But what happens to them is not absurd in the eyes of destiny, because destiny, or fate, has its own norms, its own morality, its own laws, which cannot be flouted with impunity. Oedipus sleeps with his Mummy, kills his Daddy, and breaks the laws of fate. He must pay for it by suffering. It is tragic and absurd, but at the same time itâs reassuring and comforting, since the idea is that if we donât break destinyâs laws, we should be all right. Not so with our characters. They have no metaphysics, no order, no law. They are miserable and they donât know why. They are puppets, undone. In short, they represent modern man. Their situation is not tragic, since it has no relation to a higher order. Instead, itâs ridiculous, laughable, and derisory."
"The work of art, by definition, is a stuffed crocodile. [L'objet d'art, par dĂŠfinition, est le crocodile empaillĂŠ.] (Source: Alfred Jarry, Selected Works, edited by Roger Shattuck and Simon Watson Taylor. Cape, London, 1965)."
"ClichĂŠs are the armature of the Absolute. (Source: Alfred Jarry, Selected Works, edited by Roger Shattuck and Simon Watson Taylor. Cape, London, 1965)."
"The more man ascends through the past, and the more he launches into the future, the greater he will be, and all these philosophers and ministers and truth-telling men who have fallen victims to the stupidity of nations, the atrocities of priests, the fury of tyrants, what consolation was left for them in death? This: That prejudice would pass, and that posterity would pour out the vial of ignominy upon their enemies. O Posterity! Holy and sacred stay of the unhappy and the oppressed; thou who art just, thou who art incorruptible, thou who findest the good man, who unmaskest the hypocrite, who breakest down the tyrant, may thy sure faith, thy consoling faith never, never abandon me!"
"Et ses mains ourdiraient les entrailles du prĂŞtre, Au dĂŠfaut dâun cordon pour ĂŠtrangler les rois."
"Justice is the first virtue of those who command, and stops the complaints of those who obey."
"I have often seen an actor laugh off the stage, but I donât remember ever having seen one weep."
"How old the world is! I walk between two eternities... What is my fleeting existence in comparison with that decaying rock, that valley digging its channel ever deeper, that forest that is tottering and those great masses above my head about to fall? I see the marble of tombs crumbling into dust; and yet I donât want to die!"
"The wisest among us is very lucky never to have met the woman, be she beautiful or ugly, intelligent or stupid, who could drive him crazy enough to be fit to be put into an asylum."
"As for our celebrated lawgivers, who have cast us in our present awkward mold, you may be sure that they have acted to serve their interests and not ours. Witness all our political, civil, and religious institutions â examine them thoroughly: unless I am very much mistaken, you will see how, through the ages, the human race has been broken to the halter that a handful of rascals were itching to impose. Watch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order! Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control."
"Man was born to live with his fellow human beings. Separate him, isolate him, his character will go bad, a thousand ridiculous affects will invade his heart, extravagant thoughts will germinate in his brain, like thorns in an uncultivated land."
"It has been said that love robs those who have it of their wit, and gives it to those who have none."
"L'esprit de l'escalier"
"The arbitrary rule of a just and enlightened prince is always bad. His virtues are the most dangerous and the surest form of seduction: they lull a people imperceptibly into the habit of loving, respecting, and serving his successor, whoever that successor may be, no matter how wicked or stupid."
"From fanaticism to barbarism is only one step."
"Impenetrable in their dissimulation, cruel in their vengeance, tenacious in their purposes, unscrupulous as to their methods, animated by profound and hidden hatred for the tyranny of man â it is as though there exists among them an ever-present conspiracy toward domination, a sort of alliance like that subsisting among the priests of every country."
"There is no kind of harassment that a man may not inflict on a woman with impunity in civilized societies."
"Il y a un peu de testicule au fond de nos sentiments les plus sublimes et de notre tendresse la plus ĂŠpurĂŠe."
"Only a very bad theologian would confuse the certainty that follows revelation with the truths that are revealed. They are entirely different things."
"When one compares the talents one has with those of a Leibniz, one is tempted to throw away one's books and go die quietly in the dark of some forgotten corner."
"As to all the outward signs that awaken within us feelings of sympathy and compassion, the blind are only affected by crying; I suspect them in general of lacking humanity. What difference is there for a blind man, between a man who is urinating, and man who, without crying out, is bleeding? And we ourselves, do we not cease to commiserate, when the distance or the smallness of the objects in question produce the same effect on us as the lack of sight produces in the blind man? All our virtues depend on the faculty of the senses, and on the degree to which external things affect us. Thus I do not doubt that, except for the fear of punishment, many people would not feel any remorse for killing a man from a distance at which he appeared no larger than a swallow. No more, at any rate, than they would for slaughtering a cow up close. If we feel compassion for a horse that suffers, but if we squash an ant without any scruple, isnât the same principle at work?"
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwĂźrdig geformten HĂśhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschĂśpft, das Abenteuer an dem groĂen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurĂźck. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der grĂśĂte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei auĂer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!