At last this element also was conquered, that is, organized and put into a mathematical formula. Naturally, having conquered hunger (that is, algebraically speaking, having achieved the total of bodily welfare), the United State directed its attack against the second ruler of the world, against love. For there were some whose love was sought by everyone, and others whose love was sought by no one.
But is it not clear that supreme bliss and envy are only the numerator and the denominator, respectively, of the same fraction, happiness? What sense would the innumerable sacrifices of the Two Hundred Years' War have for us if a reason were left in our life for jealousy? Yet such a reason persisted because there remained buttonlike noses and classical noses (cf: our conversation during the promenade). But how beautifully shining the face of the earth became when it was cleared of its impurities!Īccordingly the 0.2 which survived have enjoyed the greatest happiness in the bosom of the United State. True, only about two tenths of the population of the globe did not die out. Probably on account of religious prejudices, the primitive peasants stubbornly held on to their "bread." In the thirty-fifth year before the foundation of the United State our contemporary petroleum food was invented.
I refer to the great Two Hundred Years' War, the war between the city and the land. He said, "Love and Hunger rule the world." Consequently, to dominate the world, man had to win a victory over hunger after paying a very high price. Let me explain: an ancient sage once said a clever thing (accidentally, beyond doubt). But for you they are perhaps more mysterious and hard to understand than Newton's binomial theorem. Take the pink checks, for instance, and all that goes with them: for me they are as natural as the equality of the four angles of the square. I am in exactly the same square position. You realize that this square would hardly think it necessary to mention the fact that all its four angles are equal. Imagine that this square is obliged to tell you about itself, about its life. Imagine a square, a living, beautiful square. Yet you are somewhere on the moon, or on Venus, or on Mars. Previous: Record Four RECORD FIVE The Square The Rulers of the World An Agreeable and Useful FunctionĪgain with you, my unknown reader I talk to you as though you were, let us say, my old comrade, R-13, the poet with the lips of a Negro-well, everyone knows him.
WE: Record Five, by Yevgeny Zamyatin WE by Yevgeny Zamyatin (1921) translated by Gregory Zilboorg (1924)
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