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Magick Without Tears
Magick Without Tears (1954), PDF p. 516
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PROGRESS
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Last Sunday I looked through an interview with the least
brain-bound of these ruminators-poor
old, dear old G for
gaga Bernard Shaw.
The artist, said he, was a special case. He should have a
nice easy job, three or four hours a day, and be free for the
rest of it to devote himself to his Art. I wonder how much of
his own work would have seen daylight if he had been tied to
some silly robot soul-killing, nerve-crushing, mind-infuriating
routine job for even one half-hour a day! When I am on a
piece of work, I grudge the time for eating; and when it's
done, I need the absolute relaxation of leisured luxury.
Then what of the Work itself? If the Idea be truly new and
important, God help it! The whole class of men affected
jump on it with one accord, if haply they may crush it in the
germ. Read a little of the History of Medicine! Any man who
shows a sign of independent thought is watched. is thwarted.
He persists and is threatened and bullied. He persists; every
engine of oppression is set in motion against him. Then,
something snaps; either they succeed in killing him (Ross,
who defeated malaria, nearly starved to death) or they make
him a baronet, or a peer, or make his death a Day of National
Mourning, and bury him in the Pantheon-aux
grands
hommes fa patrie reconnaissante-like
Pasteur after one of
the most infamous campaigns of persecution in history.
Then, of course, entertainment
must be standardized. It
costs money to produce; and who will produce anything
which can only appeal to the very few-to none at all, soon,
if these swine have their way. So, if it is new, is original, is
worth one's while, it must be ignored . Besides, being new and
incomprehensible to the great Us, it may be dangerous, and
must be suppressed.
In all literature I know no pages so terrifying as those in
Louis Marlow's Mr. Amberthwaite, which describe his dream.
I wish I could quote it, with Sinai as the orchestra; never
mind, read it again. And we are on the way-far on the
way-to That!
Now, obviously, the robot education, robot textbooks
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