War with the Newts

It suddenly occurred to me that every move on the chessboard is old and has been played by somebody at some time. Maybe our own history has been played out by somebody at some time, and we just move our pieces about in the same moves to strike in the same way as people have always done.

It is a well–known fact that the greater a man is the less he has on his door–plate.

Besides, people never regard anything that serves and benefits them as mysterious; only the things which damage or threaten them are mysterious.

They all had a thousand good economic and political reasons why they couldn’t stop. I’m not a politician or a businessman; how am I supposed to persuade them about these things. What are we supposed to do; quite likely the world will collapse and disappear under water; but at least that will happen for political and economic reasons we can all understand, at least it will happen with the help of science, technology and public opinion, with human ingenuity of all sorts! Not some cosmic catastrophe but just the same old reasons to do with the struggle for power and money and so on. There’s nothing we can do about that.

Too cheap, my dear fellow. Must Nature always be asked to straighten out the mess that man has made? And so, even you don't believe now that they could help themselves? So you see, you see; at the end you would again like to rely on someone or something to save you!

Gentlemen, four-fifths of the earth's surface is covered by seas; that is unquestionably too much; the world's surface, the map of oceans and dry land, must be corrected. We shall give the world the workforce of the sea, gentlemen. This will no longer be the style of Captain van Toch; we shall replace the adventure story of pearls by the hymnic paean of labour.

So you see. If only the Newts were fighting-men, then perhaps something might be done; but men against men - that, my friend, can't be stopped.

His life was now the life of a collector, and that gave it meaning. Evening after evening he would count and arrange his cuttings under the indulgent eyes of Mrs. Povondra who knew that every man is partly mad and partly a little child; it was better for him to play with his cuttings than to go out drinking and playing cards. She even made some space in the scullery for all the boxes he had made himself for his collection; could anything more be asked of a wife?

Hay personas que coleccionan sellos; otras impresos antiguos. El señor Povondra [...] buscó durante largos años un complemento a su vida; [...] pero una tarde, cuando menos lo esperaba, se presentó en su vida lo que le faltaba para hacerla completa. Las grandes cosas, por lo general, ocurren de repente (p.111). - Préstame las tijeras [...]. Voy a recortar todo lo que publican los periódicos sobre esas salamandras, para dejar cuando muera algún recuerdo mío. Y así fue como el señor Povondra empezó a recoger los recortes que hablaban sobre las salamandras. [...] No ocultaremos que, después de cierto nerviosismo sufrido en los primeros días, aprendió en su café preferido a recortar de los periódicos que allí tenían a disposición de la clientela todos los artículos que trataban sobre las salamandras, y eso, en las mismas narices del camarero, sin que éste se diese cuenta y con la habilidad de un prestidigitador. Como se sabe, todos los coleccionistas estarían dispuestos a robar o asesinar con tal de conseguir algo nuevo para su colección. Pero esto no rebaja, de ninguna manera, su carácter moral. Ahora tenía ya un sentido su vida, porque era la vida de un coleccionista (p.113).

The earth will probably sink and drown; but at least it will be the result of generally acknowledged political and economic ideas, at least it will be accomplished with the help of the science, industry, and public opinion, with the application of all human ingenuity! No cosmic catastrophy, nothing but state, official, economic, and other causes. Nothing can be done to prevent it.

Stop it now! D’you think I can work miracles? What must be will be. Let everything take its inexorable course! There’s some kind of consolation even in this: that whatever is happening follows its own inevitability and its own law.