M. Houellebecq says in “Whatever”: “In general I hate dentists; I take them to be exceedingly venal creatures whose only goal in life is to wrench out the most teenth possible and buy themselves a Mercedes with a sunroof.”
“You’re a big illusion, you golden bird!”, said Meša Selimović, alluding to the temporal nature of life. If we compare life with a bird, of any kind, then I’m becoming, without particular affinity for those creatures, a bit disappointed in life.
J.J. Rousseau said that the first man that fenced a piece of land and called it his own is the biggest enemy of humankind. But, in my opinion, the bigger one is Philo T. Farnsworth, the man that invented TV.
Thomas M. Disch, in “Camp Concentration” says that knowledge proportionally loses its value by becoming more and more accepted. This is one correct observation.
Elias Canetti says, in “Auto-Da-Fe”, that “mental illness is a consequence of egoism”. How come we all aren’t locked up then? Or perhaps we are, considering that the World is one big madhouse?
