Saturday, September 23, 2006

Post 142 : Passages 16 (Climbing moutains to lament the death of information)

SV, Salman Rushdie, Pg. 313 "Why I really went up there. Don't laugh: to escape from good and evil." He didn't laugh. "Are mountains above morality, in your estimation?" he asked seriously. "This's what I learned in the revolution," she went on. "This thing: information got abolished sometime in the twentieth century, can't say just when; stands to reason, that's part of the information that got aboish, abo_lished_. Since then we've been living in a fairy--story. Got me? Everything happens by magic. Us fairies haven't a fucking notion what's going on. So how do we know if it's right or wrong? We don't even know what it is. So what I thought was, you can either break your heart trying to work it all out, or you can go sit on a mountain, because that's where all the truth went, believe it or not, it just upped and ran away from these cities where even the stuff under our feet is all made up, a lie, and it hid up there in the thin thin air where the liars don't dare come after it in case their brains explode. It's up there all right. I've been there. Ask me."

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