Why do we need to fight inequality
There is something so profound about inequality in America, and in the world, that it may be morally objectionable. But we don't know exactly why that is, that is, what are the moral arguments against inequality and, where possible, for reducing or eliminating it. The purpose of this book is to better understand these reasons.
No one can judge a woman who decides to have an abortion
The U.S. Supreme Court on Wednesday overturned roe v. Wade, the 1973 decision that legalized abortion in the United States, leaving abortion legislation entirely in the hands of the states, meaning that a woman's right to abortion is no longer protected by the Constitution and that more than half of U.S. states will restrict or ban abortion rights. In addition to the hidden political stance and religious belief in this game, women's reproductive rights will be partially deprived, has become a foregone conclusion. Today is a reread of farage's "Trial" chapter in letters to an Unborn Child. After the accident lost her fetus, unmarried mother in a field trial in fantasy, "court", the judge (a male doctor), agents (a female doctor), the father of the child, the unmarried mother's boss, unmarried mother's parents speak in turn, standing on the position of the respective published on her guilt or innocence. At the end of the trial, my mother said, "We have no right to judge, and neither do you. You have no right to accuse her or defend her..." And in the real world we live in, a verdict has been made that should not have happened.
To see the truth that his contemporaries had shunned
On April 21, 1890, Chekhov set out from Moscow on his journey to the easternmost point of Russia, 10,000 kilometers away. Why, at the age of thirty, who had just won the Pushch Prize and shot to fame in Russian literature, should he suddenly embark on the hardest and longest journey of his life? No one in his relatives or friends understood or supported him, and Chekhov himself gave different explanations to different people, which seemed to be just making excuses and prevaricating. Modern researchers have found that the idea occurred to him no later than the previous winter, when he began to gather all the data on Siberia and Sakhalin. After considerable research, Chekhov announced that he would go to Sakhalin Island to see the terminus of Russia's penal assembly line, the new colony of convicts and exiles.
I live like an island of fear
The streets outside were muddy. The porch of the apartment was covered with dirty snow. Mr. Ivan is on his way back from Spring Festival shopping. He carried over his shoulder a large, bulging knit bag bearing the department store's call stamp. He stepped in from the foot of the wall, treading the felt, laboriously but gingerly. He didn't want the floor to get dirty.
I don't like people who are right
Eccentrics, as we all understand them, are obviously people who don't play by the usual rules, who do things their own way and are not understood by their contemporaries. In the eyes of the right-thinking layman, There is no doubt that Beau Lay is an eccentric. The sane are, in Marina Tsvetaeva's words, those who declare, and there are plenty of them, that "the most rational, first and right thing to do is to go mad." A whole book could be written about the weird things Beau Lay did. Here are just a few casual anecdotes.
When you need to work, it's like running for your life
I started running for my life at 7 a.m. Black water poured out of the alarm clock, and I staggered out of my bedroom as the bed gripped me with a force I could not escape from. Toilet, restaurant, water always want to involve me, toast vowed to put me in the middle, I quickly turn around, dodge, finally escape from the chase, open the door, go out.
The ideal political vision is moving away from us
The triumph of liberal democracy is no doubt a foregone conclusion. In fact, Fukuyama's ideal polity is the product of great political forces and a particular historical moment. Democracy itself is of course a very old political principle, which seems to be based on the naive idea of rule by the people, or dēmos. The central idea is that individuals should not be seen as powerless individuals under the whip of a tyrant, but should be able to participate in the establishment of governing institutions and rules. To achieve this, they must have the opportunity to participate actively in political life.
What binds families together is the bond of mutual torment
(Part I, The Wife's Perspective) I killed myself. I know. I should say I tried to kill myself. But it's not exact. In fact, I'm already dead. You think I'm doing this to force you back? So under these circumstances, you're wary of me showing up at the hospital, even for a few minutes? Are you afraid of getting stuck in a rut that you can't escape? Or are you afraid to face the consequences of what you've done?
I swear New York is the nearest place to hell
I looked at myself in the mirror. I know my name was Clementine when I was baptized, so if people call me Clementine, think about it, even Clementine, it's probably okay, because it's my name after all. But they don't even call me that. Everybody calls me Tisci. I think that'll work. I'm tired, and I'm starting to think that maybe everything that's going on makes sense. Here's the thing: If it doesn't make sense, how could something like this happen? But the idea is terrifying. Such thoughts must be the result of trouble -- and unreasonable trouble.
The desire to escape is called freedom
It would be nice if, from a certain age, we got smaller as we got older, just as children grow older, but with the same intelligence and social status as our age. So there would be a group of old men and wise men who looked like boys of seven or eight years old. The oldest emperor was the smallest; Of course, popes are small men, and the bigger cardinals look down at the smaller popes, just as the bigger ordinary bishops look down at them. The kids don't want to be big anymore. History will lose its meaning; We will sigh that the past thirty years have been made by a group of ant children, so that history has finally been lucky enough to escape from view.
Say goodbye to Sartre
On February 4, Sater underwent a new examination at the Brussel Hospital, which showed that his health was no better or worse. He enjoyed many activities and the association of young women helped him forget his troubles. In spite of all his disappointments, life was a joy to him. I remember one morning when the winter light invaded the study and soaked Sartre's face, and he exulted, "O sun!" He, me, and Silvie, the three of us planned to go to "Belle Isle" for Easter vacation, and he often talked about it with a happy face. He is so conscious of his health that he still smokes smoking. As far as I know, he drinks very little, too. At lunch, he ordered half a bottle of "dry Chablis" wine, drank it slowly, and left half.
With what to face the suffering? This is the literary answer
Man is an animal that lies to itself I think the 1970s is a valuable spiritual treasure for us, as do some of my peers. The youth of the seventies were very different from the youth of today, more enthusiastic, simpler, more disciplined, less demanding of life and more unlucky. To be one of these people is an extraordinary privilege, and these feelings are the same as others. I categorically disagree with those who consider this experience to be a sublime feeling, and consider it pathological. Like Orwell, let's think about what one plus one equals two. The 1970s was a very painful time for most Chinese people. Many young people make great self-sacrifice, and the sacrifice is worthless. With those things in mind, let's talk about the sublime. Taking the 1970s as an example, I think there are two types of nobility. One is the nobility of the time, when leaders called on us to bear hardships in the countryside, saying it was an honor. There is another sublime, the sublime of the present, which we ourselves feel sublime after all the suffering and self-sacrifice we have endured. I think this latter sublime is easier to articulate. Freud had the following explanation for masochism: if people live in a kind of pain that they cannot change, they will fall in love with the pain as a pleasure in order to make themselves feel better. To generalize this a little, one might think: Man is an animal that deceives itself. We have suffered a lot of useless hardships and wasted many years, so some people want to say that this experience is noble. The thought made him feel better, so it had some good effect. Unfortunately, it also has some bad effects: some people believe that one must achieve greatness by taking useless pains and wasting one's years. This kind of thinking is not only harmful, it is sick.