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When We Suffer Anguish We Return To Early Childhood Because That Is The Period In Which We First Learnt To Suffer The Experience Of Total Loss. It Was More Than That. It Was The Period In Which We Suffered More Total Losses Than In All The Rest Of Our Life Put Together.

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When We Suffer Anguish

John Berger

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When We Suffer Anguish We Return To Early Childhood Because That Is The Period In Which We First Learnt To Suffer The Experience Of Total Loss. It Was More Than That. It Was The Period In Which We Suffered More Total Losses Than In All The Rest Of Our Life Put Together.

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To Be Desired Is Perhaps The Closest Anybody In This Life Can Reach To Feeling Immortal.

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Compassion Has No Place In The Natural Order Of The World Which Operates On The Basis Of Necessity. Compassion Opposes This Order And Is Therefore Best Thought Of As Being In Some Way Supernatural.

The Happiness Of Being Envied Is Glamour. Being Envied Is A Solitary Form Of Reassurance. It Depends Precisely Upon Not Sharing Your Experience With Those Who Envy You. You Are Observed With Interest But You Do Not Observe With Interest - If You Do, You Will Become Less Enviable. In This Respect The Envied Are Like Bureaucrats; The More Impersonal They Are, The Greater The Illusion (for Themselves And For Others) Of Their Power. The Power Of The Glamorous Resides In Their Supposed Happiness: The Power Of The Bureaucrat In His Supposed Authority.

We Live In A Dominant Culture Of Ceaseless Departure And Progress That Has So Far Lasted Two Or Three Centuries.

Common-sense Is Part Of The Home-made Ideology Of Those Who Have Been Deprived Of Fundamental Learning, Of Those Who Have Been Kept Ignorant.

Post-modernism Has Cut Off The Present From All Futures. The Daily Media Add To This By Cutting Off The Past. Which Means That Critical Opinion Is Often Orphaned In The Present.

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