Ich hoffe dass keine Generation sich jemals ins gemachte Netz setzen wird.
Kategorie: Allgemein
Die Wahl der Qual.
Die Leute meinen: Der Mann, der da schreibt, nimmt sich etwas vor und erfüllt es. Sie meinen auch, er hätte die Wahl seines Themas, er könne das oder jenes; wie bedingt er ist durch seine ganze Konstitution und durch seine Geschichte in der Wahl seines Themas, ist den meisten nicht klar. Warum kommt er immer wieder auf das gleiche Thema - sieht er das denn nicht? Natürlich sieht er es - er hat aber nur dieses, weil ihn eben dieses am meisten brennt. Das wissen alle, die selber irgend etwas machen: daß wir diese große Wahl gar nicht haben - wir haben wohl die Wahl der Mittel, aber die Wahl der Themen haben wir kaum.
Max Frisch
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“Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten. Already, in the Eleventh Edition, we’re not far from that point. But the process will still be continuing long after you and I are dead. Every year fewer and fewer words, and the range of consciousness always a little smaller. Even now, of course, there’s no reason or excuse for committing thoughtcrime. It’s merely a question of self-discipline, reality-control. But in the end there won’t be any need even for that. The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect. Newspeak is Ingsoc and Ingsoc is Newspeak,” he added with a sort of mystical satisfaction. “Has it ever occurred to you, Winston, that by the year 2050, at the very latest, not a single human being will be alive who could understand such a conversation as we are having now?”
Among ITself.
Someday the Turing test will be assessed by machines.
August Macke.
Whenever I get inside a house for the first time it makes me wonder which of the next books I will read would play (t)here. Which character will walk up these stairs, looking at these paintings and photographs? Who will lie down in this bed? What will they see when they look out this window? In which country will it be? On which planet?