Sublime

« Mes contemporains et moi nous marchons de plus en plus dans des routes si différentes, quelquefois si contraires que nous ne pouvons presque jamais nous retrouver dans les mêmes sentiments et les mêmes pensées.

possible. À un certain moment, j’ai cru que cette fable qui suit la structure erratique du cauchemar, dans ses répétitions et ses mouvements circulaires, n’était qu’une esquisse du Mexique d’alors. Ce serait un portrait juste de cette époque dure, ce Mexique des propriétaires terriens qui affament les paysans provoquant la colère d’un Pancho Villa.

Recently many little things had begun to form a pattern of larger things. It’s as though events and experiences nudged and jostled me in a direction contrary to my normal one or the one I had come to think was normal—the direction of the grocery clerk, the failure, the man without real hope or drive, barred in by responsibilities for filling the

I was going downtown to kill a man who hadn’t done a damned thing to me, to kill an old guy whose only fault as far as I knew was throwing chewing gum wrappers in the street. I was going to kill him because I wanted money more than I wanted him to live and I was going to kill him filthily. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe he was going to kill me and go on

tell you; a state is no better than its leader. Führerprinzip – Principle of Leadership, like the Nazis say. They’re right. Even this Abendsen has to face that. Sure,

La montée vers l’échafaud, l’ascension en plein ciel, l’imagination pouvait s’y raccrocher. Tandis que, là encore, la mécanique écrasait tout : on était tué discrètement, avec un peu de honte et beaucoup de précision.

“What profit it a man if he gain the whole world but in this enterprise lose his soul?”’ The radio paused, Frink, tying his tie, also paused.

For that dim and mostly comfortable picture of a future which hovers before most men’s eyes had vanished.