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A Picture; A Review
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This picture, appearing in
Francesca Audino's online essay
, brought to mind a well-known actor. Wrong
connection on my part.
This is actually Robert Musil, the Austrian writer kwho
died in 1942 at the age of 61. In 1996, Knopf published a two-volume translation of
Musil's unfinished novel, The Man Without Qualities.
Suspecting that neither you nor I will read this weighty tome, I refer you to
Roger Kimball's
The Qualities of Roger Musil
. A particularly interesting article along the same lines is by
Colin Wilson
. The following from Wilson's essay seemed of particular interest.
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The cause of ‘pseudoreality’ is,
in fact, quite simple. We live much of our lives mechanically. I have
elsewhere labelled this mechanical aspect of man ‘the robot’. We have
a kind of robot servant who does things for us. We learn some complicated
activity, like typing or driving a car, with a painful slowness; then the
‘robot’ takes over, and does it far more efficiently than ‘we’
could. Yet he does not only do the things we want him to do - like
typing a letter or speaking a foreign language - but also the things we
would prefer to do ‘ourselves’. A symphony moves us deeply; but the
tenth time we hear it, the robot is listening too, and it loses half of
its impact.
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When we become tired, the robot takes over, and
does our living for us.
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