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Schumacher’s Small is Beautiful, subtitled ‘a study of economics as if people mattered’, was published in 1973 to immediate acclaim and became an international best-seller.
I just finished Schumacher's Guide for the perplexed, cool little book. I had Small is beautiful from the library but didn't have time to finish it, have to go back this week.Sweejak wrote:The Education of E.F. Schumacher
stefano wrote:I just finished Schumacher's Guide for the perplexed, cool little book. I had Small is beautiful from the library but didn't have time to finish it, have to go back this week.Sweejak wrote:The Education of E.F. Schumacher
Now reading Mis-measuring our lives: Why GDP doesn't add up by Joseph Stiglitz, Amartya Sen and Jean-Paul Fitoussi, interesting document as much for what it says as for who's behind it. Will post on GD once I've finished.
In America, the gun wielding hordes of the backwaters were instinctively aroused, and the verterans of yesterday's battles followed by sporting flags on their car antennae, and sticking slogans on the fenders of their Lincolns and Fords- "Freedom ain't free'- which not even Magritte could have imagined. But most disquieting of all was to observe how receptive the middle-class itself had become to such studied truculence. Soon enough the country was crisscrossed by professional speakers, on a mission to sell the crusade to Middle- America. I keep a distinct memory of the editorialist of the New York Times, Thomas Friedman, addressing a crowd of his undergraduates at the University of Puget Sound in Tacoma, Washington. In his oration, he interspersed calls to welcome the use of "rational violence" in Afghanistan with appeals to be friendly towards the environment- so as to project abroad a responsible image of the USA. It was a success.
From then on things went literally downhill. Before one could make even a shred of sense of the fragmented news issuing from Afghanistan in the wake of so-called Operation Enduring Freedom, Iraq was officially slotted for the second act of the War on Terror (autumn/winter of 2001-2002). Syria, Iran, and possibly Indonesia or the Philippines were said to be next on the Pentagon's list of punitive strikes against "rouge" nations.
... a pacifist should have questioned instead the genuineness of these seemingly cut-to-order "foes," whose defiant antics happened to be, from the standpoint of the US administration, manna from heaven. But this path was fraught with difficulties, not least of which was the fear of being tagged "unpatriotic" for daring to hypothesize that one's own government would go as far as deceiving its citizens to secure their mandate for what were, in fact, pre-arranged scenarios of conquest.
... This nauseating state of affairs reached a climax for me with the incident of Rachel Corrie, a twenty-three-year-old American activist, who was bulldozed to death in Gaza by the Israeli Defense Forces as she stood shielding with her body the house of a Palestinian physician (March 16, 2003). Corrie's death was lampooned by the student newspaper of the University of Maryland, which ran a cartoon depicting her last stand captioned by the dictionary definition of the word "stupidity". And whether the cartoon had been the trigger or not, I was nevertheless astounded thereafter to overhear common American folk, as well, keenly deriding Corrie's behavior as "stoopid", while the news beamed the story across the nation.
At that point, something gave in me. Something broke.
I had been a gung-ho Americanophile all my life... my faith in the Land of Opportunity never faltered -until, that is, the spring of 2003. The day had arrived that I simply did not believe in it anymore.
For me, in any case,... I began drafting "Conjuring Hitler "in June 2003. ... a thesis that I had matured since 1995 when, as a research analyst at the Bank of Italy, I began investigation the topic of Nazi economics.
The world rolls; the circumstances vary every hour. The angels that inhabit this temple of the body appear at the windows, and the gnomes and vices also. By all the virtues they are united. If there be virtue, all the vices are known as such; they confess and flee. Their once flaming regard is sobered by time in either breast, and losing in violence what it gains in extent, it becomes a thorough good understanding. They resign each other without complaint to the good offices which man and woman are severally appointed to discharge in time, and exchange the passion which once could not lose sight of its object, for a cheerful, disengaged furtherance, whether present or absent, of each other's designs. At last they discover that all which at first drew them together,—those once sacred features, that magical play of charms,—was deciduous, had a prospective end, like the scaffolding by which the house was built; and the purification of the intellect and the heart from year to year is the real marriage, foreseen and prepared from the first, and wholly above their consciousness. Looking at these aims with which two persons, a man and a woman, so variously and correlatively gifted, are shut up in one house to spend in the nuptial society forty or fifty years, I do not wonder at the emphasis with which the heart prophesies this crisis from early infancy, at the profuse beauty with which the instincts deck the nuptial bower, and nature and intellect and art emulate each other in the gifts and the melody they bring to the epithalamium.
Thus are we put in training for a love which knows not sex, nor person, nor partiality, but which seeks virtue and wisdom everywhere, to the end of increasing virtue and wisdom. We are by nature observers, and thereby learners. That is our permanent state. But we are often made to feel that our affections are but tents of a night. Though slowly and with pain, the objects of the affections change, as the objects of thought do. There are moments when the affections rule and absorb the man and make his happiness dependent on a person or persons. But in health the mind is presently seen again,—its overarching vault, bright with galaxies of immutable lights, and the warm loves and fears that swept over us as clouds must lose their finite character and blend with God, to attain their own perfection. But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end. That which is so beautiful and attractive as these relations, must be succeeded and supplanted only by what is more beautiful, and so on for ever.
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