آه، ای موسیقی که غرقابهای روح را میگشائی! تعادل مألوف اندیشه را تو برمیافکنی. در زندگی عادی، جانهای عادی همچون اتاقهای دربستهاند. نیروهای بیکار مانده، فضایل و رذایلی که به کار بستنشان مایهی دردسر ماست، به دست عقل سلیم بزدل، که تنها چند گنجه از آن را که با نظمی بورژوائی چیده شدهاست نشان میدهد. ولی موسیقی ترکهی جادوئی به دست دارد که قفلها را میگشاید. درها باز میشود. دیوهای نهانخانهی قلب پدیدار میگردند. و روح خود را برهنه میبیند.
French author (1866-1944)
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O young men that shed your blood with so generous a joy for the starving earth! O heroism of the world! What a harvest for destruction to reap under this splendid summer sun! Young men of all nations, brought into conflict by a common ideal, making enemies of those who should be brothers; all of you, marching to your death, are dear to me.
Le Théâtre du peuple (1903)
But did he then love God, or was it only the music, as an impudent priest said to him one day in jest, without thinking of the unhappiness which his quip might cause in him? Anybody else would not have paid any attention to it, and would not have changed his mode of living — (so many people put up with not knowing what they think!) But Christophe was cursed with an awkward need for sincerity, which filled him with scruples at every turn. And when scruples came to him they possessed him forever.
If there is one place on the face of the earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. … For more than 30 centuries, the tree of vision, with all its thousand branches and their millions of twigs, has sprung from this torrid land, the burning womb of the Gods. It renews itself tirelessly showing no signs of decay.
A man who suffers can lessen his anguish by knowing whence it comes. By thought he can locate it in a certain portion of his body which can be cured, or, if necessary, torn away. He fixes the bounds of it, and separates it from himself. A child has no such illusive resource. His first encounter with suffering is more tragic and more true. Like his own being, it seems infinite. He feels that it is seated in his bosom, housed in his heart, and is mistress of his flesh. And it is so. It will not leave his body until it has eaten it away.
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He could not think of the animals without shuddering in anguish. He looked into the eyes of the beasts and saw there a soul like his own, a soul which could not speak; but the eyes cried for it: "What have I done to you? Why do you hurt me?" He could not bear to see the most ordinary sights that he had seen hundreds of times—a calf crying in a wicker pen, with its big, protruding eyes, with their bluish whites and pink lids, and white lashes, its curly white tufts on its forehead, its purple snout, its knock-kneed legs:—a lamb being carried by a peasant with its four legs tied together, hanging head down, trying to hold its head up, moaning like a child, bleating and lolling its gray tongue:—fowls huddled together in a basket:—the distant squeals of a pig being bled to death:—a fish being cleaned on the kitchen-table.... The nameless tortures which men inflict on such innocent creatures made his heart ache. Grant animals a ray of reason, imagine what a frightful nightmare the world is to them: a dream of cold-blooded men, blind and deaf, cutting their throats, slitting them open, gutting them, cutting them into pieces, cooking them alive, sometimes laughing at them and their contortions as they writhe in agony. Is there anything more atrocious among the cannibals of Africa? To a man whose mind is free there is something even more intolerable in the sufferings of animals than in the sufferings of men. For with the latter it is at least admitted that suffering is evil and that the man who causes it is a criminal. But thousands of animals are uselessly butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. If any man were to refer to it, he would be thought ridiculous.—And that is the unpardonable crime. That alone is the justification of all that men may suffer.
İnsan hayatında öyle bir yaşa gelir ki, insan o yaşta haksız olmaya, kendisine öğretilmiş bütün hayranlıkları ve saygıları içinden söküp atmaya -yalan ya da gerçek- her şeyi, kendince doğrulanmamış her şeyi inkar etmeye cesaret etmelidir. Bütün eğitimiyle, bütün çevresinde görüp işittikleriyle çocuk, hayatın temel hakikatleriyle birlikte o kadar çok yalan ve budalalık yutar ki, sağlıklı bir insan olmak istiyorsa, ilk ödevi bunları kusmaktır.