Ideas Breed Us - Fight Club #2

Now, we'll bring peace to the entire world. Just Imagine, we'll cure all communicable disease. Resolve poverty and famine. The crucial detail is CONSENT. Consent creates a game, not a crime. Mutual consent, with rise or die, every battle is consensual, rending it, in effect--play. War has become a continuous sporting event. A world cup that never ends. Modern war is merely media content. Instead of living their lives as cogsin some impersonal machine, we give people a means to feel alive. Or they'll die, men die every day commuting to soul-killing jobs. We'll save the world. Or be condemned as the most evil force.

Brave New World

They'll grow up with what physchologists used to call 'instinctive' hatred of books and flowers. One of the students held up his hand; he couldn't understand about the flowers, why go to the trouble of making psychologically impossible for people to like flowers?

"Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect; they are gratuitous."

'A New Theory of Biology' was the title of the paper. "The autor's mathematical treatment of the conception of purpose is novel and highly ingenious, but, so far as the present social order is concerned, dangerous and potentially subversive. Not to be published. The author will be kept under supervision. A pity, it was a master piece of work. But once you you began admitting explanations in term of purpose, it is the sort of idea that might easily decondition the more unsettled minds among the higher castes, make them lose their faith in happiness and take to believing, instead, that the goal was somewhere beyond, somewhere outside the present human sphere, the enlargement of knowledge.

The world's stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can't get. They're well off; they're safe; they're never ill; they're not afraid of death; they're blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they're plagued with no mother or fathers; they've got no wives, or children or lover to feel strongly about; they're so conditioned that they practically can't help behaving as the ought to behave.

'That's the price we have to pay for stability."

Why So Serious

Remeber? Ohh, I wouldn't do that! Remebering's dangerous, I find the past such worrying, anxious place... Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes...

But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is base upon. If we can't face them, we deny reason itself!

So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always Madness. Madness is the emergency exit.

Fight Club - The Security Task

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then a couple of years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug.

Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI.

HELLO, DEAR LADY.
A LOVELY EVENING, IS IT NOT?
FORGIVE ME FOR INTRUDING PERHAPS YOU WERE INTENDING TO TAKE A STROLL. PERHAPS YOU WERE MERLEY ENJOYING THE VIEW.
NO MATTER. I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS TIME WE HAD A LITTLE CHAT, YOU AND I.
AHHH... I WAS FORGETTING THAT WE ARE NOT PROPERLY INTRODUCED.
I DO NOT HAVE A NAME. YOU CAN CALL ME V.
MADAM JUSTICE... THIS IS V.
V... THIS IS MADAME JUSTICE.
HELLO, MADAM JUSTICE.
"GOOD EVENING, V."
THERE. NOW WE KNOW EACH OTHER. ACTUALLY, I'VE BEEN A FAN OF YOURS FOR QUITE SOME TIME. OH, I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING...
"THE POOR BOY HAS A CRUSH ON ME... AN ADOLESCENT INFLATION." I BEG YOUR PARDON, MADAM. IT ISN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL.
I'VE LONG ADMIRE YOU... ALBEIT ONLY FROM A DISTANCE. I USED TO STARE AT YOU FROM THE STREETS BELOW WHEN I WAS A CHILD. I'D SAY TO MY FATHER, "WHO IS THAT LADY?" AND HE'D SAY, "THAT'S MADAME JUSTICE." AND I'D SAY "ISN'T SHE PRETTY."
PLEASE DON'T THINK IT WAS MERELY PHYSICAL. I KNOW YOU'RE NOT THAT SORT OF GIRL NO, I LOVED YOU AS A PERSON. AS AN IDEAL. THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO. I'M AFRAID THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE NOW...
"WHAT V! FOR SHAME! YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME FOR SOME HARLOT SOME VAIN AND POUTING HUSSY WITH PAINTED LIPS AND A KNOWING SMILE!"
I, MADAME? I BEG TO DIFFER! IT WAS YOUR INFIDELITY THAT DROVE ME TO HER ARMS!
AH-HA! THAT SURPRISED YOU, DIDN'T IT? YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR LITTLE FLING. BUT I DO. I KNOW EVERYTHING! FRANKLY. I WASN'T SURPRISED WHEN I FOUND OUT. YOU ALWAYS DID HAVE AN EYE FOR A MAN IN UNIFORM
"UNIFORM? WHY, I'M SURE I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT IT WAS ALWAYS YOU, V. YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE..."
LIAR! SLUT! WHORE! DENY THAT YOU LET HIM HAVE HIS WAY WITH YOU, HIM WITH HIS ARMBANDS AND JACKBOOTS!
WELL? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? I THOUGHT AS MUCH.
VERY WELL. SO YOU STAND REVEALED AT LAST. YOU ARE NO LONGER MY JUSTICE. YOU ARE HIS JUSTICE NOW. YOU HAVE BEDDED ANOTHER. WELL, TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME!
"SOB! CHOKE" WH-WHO IS SHE V? WHAT IS HER NAME?"
HER NAME IS ANARCHY. AND SHE HAS TAUGHT ME MORE AS A MISTRESS THAN YOU EVER DID!
SHE HAS TAUGHT ME THAT JUSTICE IS MEANINGLESS WITHOUT FREEDOM. SHE IS HONEST. SE MAKES NO PROMISES AND BREAKS NONE. UNLIKE YOU, JEZEBEL. I USED YO WONDER WHY YOU COULD NEVER LOOK ME IN THE EYE. NOW I KNOW.
SO GOODBYE, DEAR LADY. I WOULD BE SADDENED BY OUR PARTING EVEN NOW, SAVE THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER THE WOMAN THAT I ONCE LOVED. HERE IS A FINAL GIFT I LEAVE IT AT YOUR FEET.

THE FLAMES OF FREEDOM. HOW LOVELY. HOW JUST. AHH, MY PRECIOUS ANARCHY... "O BEAUTY, TIL NOW I NEVER KNEW THEE."