The Last WordBy Clive James | Tuesday, April 24, 2007 I find that any self-respecting artist must be, and in more than one sense of the term, an émigré. Mankind in the Christian era possesses one huge advantage over the ancients: a bad conscience. Why should I waste my imagination on myself? “There is no man, however wise,” he said to me, “who has not, at some time in his youth, said things, or even led a life, of which his memory is disagreeable and which he would wish to be abolished. But he absolutely should not regret it, because he can’t be assured of becoming a sage—to the extent that that is possible—without having passed through all the ridiculous or odious incarnations that must precede the final incarnation.” Too many milieux injure an adaptable sensibility. There was once a chameleon whose owner, to keep it warm, put it on a gaudy Scottish plaid. The chameleon died of fatigue. Luxury is a necessity that starts where necessity stops. Since Stalingrad, even the smallest military success has been denied us. On the other hand, our political chances have hugely increased, as you know. —Josef Goebbels If it wasn’t for me, I would do brilliantly. Tyrants conduct monologues above a million solitudes. I take pride in never being rude to anyone on this earth, which contains a great number of unbearable villains who set upon you to recount their sufferings and even recite their poems. There is no surer sign of a great writer than when whole books could be made out of his passing remarks. Communist interpretation is never wrong. Logicians will object in vain that a theory which exempts itself from all refutations escapes from the order of truth. There are only two things that can destroy a healthy man: love trouble, ambition, and financial catastrophe. And that’s already three things, and there are a lot more. We acted as though we had tried to find the real artichoke by stripping it of its leaves. Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstandings that can gather around a new name. Ideology functions as a machine to destroy information, even at the price of making assertions in clear contradiction of evidence. The scriptures constitute the common good of believers, agnostics, and atheists. An epic is a sublimated boredom. A liberated woman is a fish that has fought its way to shore. What is the use of being moral in a night-cellar, or wise in Bedlam? Abel, if he had fled from the murderous attentions of his brother Cain, would as an emigrant have had to put up with an even more bitter inconvenience. He would have had to wander the world for the rest of his life with the brand of Abel on his forehead. All censure of a man’s self is oblique praise. It is in order to show how much he can spare. |
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