We

We[Reading] ➶ We ➬ Yevgeny Zamyatin – Jobs-in-kingston.co.uk X excerpt Zamyatin WE record one keywords A Declaration The Wisest of Lines A Poem I am merely copying word for word what was printed in the State Gazette today In days the construction of the Integra X excerpt Zamyatin We record one keywords A Declaration The Wisest of Lines A Poem I am merely copying word for word what was printed in the State Gazette today In days the construction of the Integral will be complete The great historic hour when the Integral will soar through the Earths atmosphere is nigh Some thousand years ago your heroic ancestors subjugated the Earth to the poWer of the One State Today you are confronting an even greater conuest the integration of the infinite euation of the universe with the crystalline electrified and fire breathing Integral You are confronting unknown creatures on alien planets who may still be living in the savage state of freedom and subjugating them to the beneficial yoke of reason If they wont understand that We bring them mathematically infallible happiness it will be our duty to force them to be happy But before resorting to arms We will employ words In the name of the Benefactor let it be known to all ciphers of the One State All those who are able are reuired to create treatises poems manifestos odes or any other composition addressing the beauty and majesty of the One State These works will compose the first cargo of the Integral All hail the One State all hail ciphers all hail the Benefactor As I write this I feel something my cheeks are burning Integrating the grand euation of the universe yes Taming a wild zigzag along a tangent toward the asymptote into a straight line yes You see the line of the One Stateit is a straight line A great divine precise wise straight linethe wisest of lines I am D I am the Builder of the Integral I am only one of the mathematicians of the One State My penaccustomed to mathematical figures is not up to the task of creating the music of unison and rhyme But I might as Well attempt to record what I see what I thinkorexactly what We think Yes thats right We And let that also be the title of these records We So these records will be manufactured from the stuff of our life from the mathematically perfect life of the One State and as such might they become inadvertently regardless of my intentions a poem YesI believe so and I know so As I write this I feel my cheeks burn I suppose this resembles what a woman experiences when she first hears a new pulse within herthe pulse of a tiny unseeing mini being These records are me and simultaneously not me And they will feed for many months on my sap my blood and then in anguish they will be ripped from my self and placed at the foot of the One State But I am ready and willing just as every oneor almost every one of us I am ready record two keywords Ballet uadratic Harmony X Spring From beyond the Green Wall from the wild invisible plains the wind brings the yellow honey dust from a floWer of some kind This sWeet dust parches the lipsyou skim your tongue across them every minuteand you presume that there are sWeet lips on every woman you encounter and man of course This somewhat interferes with logical reasoning But then the sky Blue untainted by a single cloud the Ancients had such barbarous tastes given that their poets could have been inspired by such stupid sloppy silly lingering clumps of vapor I loveand Im certain that Im not mistaken if I say We loveskies like this sterile and flawless On days like these the whole world is blown from the same shatterproof everlasting glass as the glass of the Green Wall and of all our structures On days like these you can see to the very blue depths of things to their unknown surfaces those marvelous expressions of mathematical eualitywhich exist in even the most usual and everyday objects For instance this morning I was at the hangar where the Integral is being built and suddenly I noticed the machines Eyes shut oblivious the spheres of the regulators Were spinning the cranks Were twinkling dipping to the right and to the left the shoulders of the balance wheel Were rocking proudly and the cutting head of the perforating machine curtsied keeping time with some inaudible music Instantly I saw the greater beauty of this grand mechanized ballet suffused with nimble pale blue sunbeams And then I thought to myself why Is this beautiful Why is this dance beautiful The ansWer because it is non free movement because the whole profound point of this dance lies precisely in its absolute aesthetic subordination its perfect non freedom If indeed our ancestors Were prone to dancing at the most inspired moments of their lives religious mysteries military parades then all this can only mean one thing the instinct for non freedom from the earliest of times is inherently characteristic of humankind and We in our very contemporary life are simplyconsciousTo be continued the intercom is clicking I lift my eyes it reads O of course And in half a minute she herself will be here to collect me We are scheduled for a walk SWeet O It has always seemed to me that she looks like her name she is about ten centimeters below the Maternal Norm which makes her lines all rounded and a pink Oher mouthis open to receive my every word Also there are round chubby creases around her wristssuch as you see on the wrists of children When she entered I was still buzzing inside out with the fly wheel of logic and through inertia I started to utter some words about this formula I had only just resolved which justified all of us the machines and the dance Stunning isnt it I asked Yes the spring it is stunningO smiled pinkly Wouldnt you know it springI say stunning and she thinks of spring WomenI fell silent Downstairs The avenue is crowded We normally use the Personal Hour after lunch for extra walking when the Weather is like this As usual the Music Factory was singing the March of the One State with all its pipes All ciphers walked in measured rows by fours rapturously keeping step Hundreds and thousands of ciphers in pale bluish unifs with gold badges on their chests indicating the state given digits of each male and female And IWe our foursomewas one of the countless waves of this mighty torrent On my left was O a thousand years ago our hairy forebears most probably would have written that funny word my when referring to her just now on my right Were two rather unfamiliar ciphers a female and a male The blessed blue sky the tiny baby suns on each badge faces unclouded by the folly of thoughtAll these Were rays you seeall made of some sort of unified radiant smiling matter And a brass beat Tra ta ta tam Tra ta ta tamlike sun sparkling brass stairsand with each step up you climb higher and higher into the head spinning bluenessAnd here like this morning in the hangar I saw it all as though for the very first time the immutably straight lanes the ray spraying glass of the streets the divine parallelepipeds of the transparent buildings and the uadratic harmony of the gray blue ranks And it was as if Inot whole generations pasthad personally myself conuered the old God and the old life As if I personally had created all this And I was like a toWer not daring to move even an elbow for fear of chipping fragments off of walls cupolas machinesAnd then in an instant a hop across centuries from to I was remindedobviously it was association by contrastI was suddenly reminded of a painting in the museum depicting their olden day tWentieth century avenue in deafening multicolor a jumbled crush of people wheels animals posters trees paint birdsAnd do you know they say that it was actually like thatthat its actually possible I found that so improbable so ludicrous that I couldnt contain myself and laughed out loud And then there was an echoa laughcoming from the right I spun around the whiteunusually whiteand sharp teeth of an unfamiliar female face Were before my eyes before me This word is probably derived from the ancient word Uniforme Forgive me she said but you Were observing your surround ings with such an inspired looklike some mythical God on the seventh day of creation It looked as though you actually believed that you yourself had created everythingeven me Im very flatteredAll this was said without smiling and Id even go as far as to say that there was a certain reverence maybe she was aware that I am the Builder of the Integral And I dont knowperhaps it was somewhere in her eyes or eyebrowsthere was a kind of strange and irritating X to her and I couldnt pin it down couldnt give it any numerical expression For some reason I became embarrassed and fumbling began to justify my laughter to her with logic It was perfectly clear I was saying that the contrast the impassable chasm that lies betWeen today and yesterdayBut why on earth impassable What white teeth Across the chasmthrow up a bridge Just imagine it for yourself the drums the battalions the ranksthese Were all things that existed back then too And conseuentlyWell yes its clear I cried it was an astonishing intersection of thoughts she was using almost exactly my wordsthe ones I had been writing just before this Walk You see even in our thoughts No one is ever one but always one of We are so identicalHer words Are you sure I saw those jerked up eyebrows forming sharp angles toward her templeslike the sharp horns of an Xand again somehow got confused I glanced right then left andShe was on my right thin sharp stubbornly supple like a whip I can now see her digits are I On my left was O totally different made of circumferences with that childlike little crease on her arm and at the far right of our foursome was an unfamiliar male cipher sort of twice bent a bit like the letter S We Were all differentThis I woman on my right had apparently intercepted my confused glance and with an exhale YesAlas In essence her alas was absolutely fitting But again there was something about her face or her voiceIwith uncharacteristic abruptnesssaid Nothing alas about it Science progresses and its clear that given another fifty a hundred yearsEven everyones noses will beYes noses I was now almost screaming If after all there is any good reason for enviousnesslike the fact that I might have a nose like a button and some other cipher might haveWell actually your nose if you dont mind me saying is uite classical as they would say in the olden days And look your handsshow come on show me your hands I cannot stand it when people look at my hands all hairy and shaggysuch stupid atavistic appendages I extended my arms and with as steady a voice as I could I said Monkey hands She looked at my hands and then at my face Yes they strike a very curious chord She sized me up with eyes like a set of scales the horns at the corners of her eyebrows glinting again He is registered to me today O rosily joyfully opened her mouth It would have been better to have stayed uietthis was absolutely irrelevant Altogether this sWeet O personhow can I express thisShe has an incorrectly calculated speed of tongue The microspeed of the tongue ought to be always slightly less than the microspeed of the thoughts and certainly not ever the reverse At the end of the avenue the bell at the top of the Accumulator ToWer resoundingly struck The Personal Hour was over I was stepping away with that S like male cipher He commanded a certain respect and now I see he had a possibly familiar face I must have met him somewherebut right now I cant think where As I departed she smiled with that same X ishness Come by Auditorium the day after tomorrow I shrugged my shoulders If I am given instructions to go to the particular auditorium you mention thenWith inexplicable conviction she said You will The effect of that woman on me was as unpleasant as a displaced irrational number that has accidentally crept into an euation And I was glad that even if only for a short while I was alone again with sWeet O Arm in arm We walked across four avenue blocks On the corner she would go to the right and I to the left I would so like to come to you today and loWer the blinds Particularly today nowO shyly lifted her blue crystal eyes to me You funny thing Well what could I say to her She came over only yesterday and knows as Well as I do that our next Sex Day is the day after tomorrow This was simply that same pre ignition of thought as sometimes happens sometimes harmfully when a spark is issued prematurely in an engine Before parting I twiceno Ill be exact I kissed her marvelous blue untainted by a single cloud eyes three timesZamyatins intuitive grasp of the irrational side of totalitarianismhuman sacrifice cruelty as an end in itselfmakes We superior to Huxleys Brave New WorldGeorge OrWell.

Format Kindle  ¶ We eBook ¿
  • Format Kindle
  • 240 pages
  • We
  • Yevgeny Zamyatin
  • Anglais
  • 24 July 2014
  • 9780812974621