"Why Clarise and not Linda? At the end of the day are so similar, physically, of course. Clarisse maybe because I see every day the monorail to go home, do the same route, perhaps because he looks at me without saying anything, me, a fireman, maybe because its eyes reveal something else that I see in the placid faces of the people with whom I share the car. Linda reminds me so much, and yet so different ... my wife Linda, of course I'm not tempted to leave, how could someone make me antisocial and despicable, at others, I want to Linda, and she loves me to me, so we're married. We see every day on television-mural together, we take pills when we got bored, and we have friends visiting, and I think I will move up ... we are happy, yes. But I can not stop looking at Clarise every day, yes it is called, now has me said. I was accosted on the way home, I asked things, strange things can that dangerous, I think. Yet I have been curious, I said why burn books, as if it were not obvious. Clarise live in my own community, in an old house that have not yet torn down and replaced by a new and prevention covers. Linda sleep, I took pills to red, or green, I know, it can take too. Like when you shine your eyes and kiss me, although lately he spends too much time watching television-mural, but you must take a pill, which I do not know. Authorities say they are harmless, we should not stop taking them if we get bored, I guess right. If I ascend may buy a new TV-mural bigger like she ... "
I've said many times, reading is not live, but perhaps what is closest to life . It is tempting to opt for the "conscientious objection", I'm indecisive: a cabin in the Finnish Lapland, or some lost island in Micronesia. About what it would take me over, better not to opt for the famous "three books you would take to a desert island" I prefer an Internet connection and order it straight until the credit card all you can give whether (or to say, I gladly share with a Lappish hut or some Micronesian, even if you do not speak English or English, moreover, would almost be more fun that way, so I'm not antisocial). A brave new world without books, terrible, but possible.
All utopias end badly, just being dystopias, nightmares that lay behind the social peace and happiness impostada, freedom curtailed. Peace and freedom, happiness and spontaneity, day care for people who do not need to worry about anything, what all this sounds familiar. Me on your mind a work long overdue: a review detailed in all utopias and dystopias that have been proposed in philosophy, literature and cinema, from Plato to the present day: Plato, More, Campanella, Bacon, utopian socialists, Marx, Mao, Pol Pot, and also Huxley, Orwell, Ayn Rand, Junger ... Metropolis, Fahrenheit 451, Logan's Run , finally I do not know. It's funny, a fly pen, the authors who have denounced the Anglo-Saxons are often utopian dreams, there must be. I do not know, maybe it does, I guess to save a hard drive, if I get the point that it can even instruct Fermat, or pirx, although the latter can go either way.
Truffaut's Fahrenheit 451 is perhaps not a great film, nor is an extraordinary novel by Bradbury, but puts the nail on the head: how little it costs to be happy if you close your eyes and makes it you say, do not get into trouble, do not read and avoids watching television or taking psychotropic drugs to forget. But I like it for several things, all marginal, aesthetics, atmosphere, music, and especially, ESPECIALLY, Julie Chistie, even playing the role of Linda loggerhead dazzles me. By the way, what book to memory so they will not forget? Perhaps the Red Book of Mao, is brief, easy, stupid and I do not disturbs me to recite, and you know, for what not to stumble twice ...
Note: I started a small series of films, all films have a common link indicated in the title (Hermann). Come for the movie buff's easy!
Valencia, Saturday March 17. How to explain ... something halfway between the Rio carnival and Beirut during the civil war, a quagmire from which escape is impossible, and I live almost at ground zero ... one is not going to have excesses age. PD
Today's Not War in Madrid. The revolution summarized in a banner and a pan. And they were so pleased with their ghosts, their slogans, their miseries and their dead selective and selected. Revolution weekend, what else can ask.
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