Après les postiers et les chauffeurs de taxi, voici que les philosophes sont en grève. Nous lisons sur une pancarte : « Pas question de rechercher la Vérité tant que nos demandes ne seront pas satisfaites ».
I fail to see why people make such a fuss about moral principles. They always end up clashing with other principles. They always end up antagonizing those who, for no particular reason other than being born on the other side of the earth, don’t share them. Principles are supposed to foster peace, but if you take them seriously, you’ll soon wage a war against the entire planet. I believe the world would be a much safer place if we were taught, collectively, to laugh at them. Here’s my categorical imperative : make sure your conduct never becomes a universal law. In other word, try to be unique. Don’t try to be universal.
Since there is no solution, enjoy the problem.
“You have a morbid aversion to dying. You probably resent the fact that you’re at war and might get your head blown off any second. »
« I more than resent it, sir. I’m absolutely incensed. »
« You have deep-seated survival anxieties. And you don’t like bigots, bullies, snobs, or hypocrites. Subconsciously there are many people you hate. »
« Consciously, sir, consciously, » Yossarian corrected in an effort to help. « I hate them consciously. »
« You’re antagonistic to the idea of being robbed, exploited, degraded, humiliated, or deceived. Misery depresses you. Ignorance depresses you. Persecution depresses you. Violence depresses you. Corruption depresses you. You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’re a manic-depressive! »
« Yes, sir. Perhaps I am. »
« Don’t try to deny it. »
« I’m not denying it, sir, » said Yossarian, pleased with the miraculous rapport that finally existed between them. « I agree with all you’ve said.”
JOSEPH HELLER Catch 22, p 173.