"Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice. Without the possibility of choice and the exercise of choice, a man is not a man but a member, an instrument, a thing."
Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell
Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered
Figuring what anything is for:
Enough for her devotions that things are
And can be contemplated soon as gathered.
She knows how every living thing was fathered,
She calculates the climate of each star,
She counts the fish at sea, but cannot care
Why any one of them exists, fish, fire or feathered.
Why should she? Her religion is to tell
By rote her rosary of perfect answers.
Metaphysics she can leave to man:
She never wakes at night in heaven or hell
Staring at darkness. In her holy cell
There is no darkness ever: the pure candle
Burns, the beads drop briskly from her hand.
Who dares to offer Her the curled sea shell!
She will not touch it!--knows the world she sees
Is all the world there is! Her faith is perfect!
And still he offers the sea shell . . .
What surf
Of what far sea upon what unknown ground
Troubles forever with that asking sound?
What surge is this whose question never ceases?
このブログシリーズ（石鹸箱）でもカズオ・イシグロさんは何度か取り上げたことがある Never Let Me Go の映画を観て議論したセッティングは思いもかけないもので、強い印象を残している
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2010年8月17日
カズオ・イシグロによるアマチュアリズムとプロフェショナリズム
'...Now we're are all being so frank, I'll be frank too. You gentlemen
here, forgive me, but you are just a bunch of naïve dreamers. And if you
didn't insist on meddling in large affairs that affect the globe, you
would actually be charming. Let's take our good host here. What is he?
He is a gentleman. No one here, I trust, would care to disagree. A
classic English gentleman. Decent, honest, well-meaning. But his
lordship here is an amateur.' He (Mr Lewis, American gentleman:
Note by paul-paris) paused at the word and looked around the table. 'He
is an amateur and international affairs today are no longer for
gentlemen amateurs. The sooner you here in Europe realize that the
better. All you decent, well-meaning gentlemen, let me ask you, have you
any idea what sort of place the world is becoming all around you? The
days when you could act out of your noble instincts are over. Except of
course, you here in Europe don't yet seem to know it... You here in
Europe need professionals to run your affairs. If you don't realize that
soon you're headed for disaster. A toast, gentlemen. Let me make a
toast. To professionalism.'
There was a stunned silence and no one moved. Mr Lewis shrugged, raised
his glass to all the company, drank and sat back down. Almost
immediately, Lord Darlington stood up.
'I have no wish,' his lordship said, 'to enter into a quarrel on this
our last evening together which we all deserve to enjoy as a happy and
triumphant occasion. But it is out of respect for your views, Mr Lewis,
that I feel one should not simply cast them to one side as though they
were uttered by some soap-box
eccentric. Let me say this. What you describe as "amateurism", sir, is
what I think most of us here still prefer to call "honour".'
This brought a loud murmur of assent with several 'hear, hear's' and some applause.
'What is more, sir,' his lordship went on, 'I believe I have a good
idea of what you mean by "professionalism." It appears to mean getting
one's way by cheating and manipulating. It appears to mean serving the
dictates of greed and advantage rather than those of goodness and the
desire to see justice prevail in the world. If that is the
"professionalism" you refer to, sir, I don't much care for it and have
no wish to acquire it.'
This was met by the loudest burst of approval yet, followed by warm and sustained applause.
