Gordon Haff's The Last WordBy Christine S. Tian | Sunday, May 4, 2008 Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking. Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be. Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization. The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection. Music has charms to soothe the savage breast Man is a clever animal who behaves like an imbecile. The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air... Courage without conscience is a wild beast. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. Man is the Only Animal that Blushes. Or needs to. Drinking without being thirsty and making love at any time, Madame, are the only things that distinguish us from other animals. All good things are wild, and free. We are all travelers in the wilderness of the World, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend. Man is the cruelest animal. What an ugly beast the ape, and how like us. Come away,O human child! An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind. The public is a ferocious beast; one must either chain it or flee from it. Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy. The savage’s whole existence is public, ruled by the laws of his tribe. Civilization is the process of setting man free from men. No beast is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his rage. …The life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man. |
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