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science of the United State contends that the life of the ancients was exactly
what I am describing, and the science of the United State does not make
mistakes! Yet how could they have State logic, since they lived in a condi-
tion of freedom like beasts, like apes, like herds? What could one expect of
them, since even in our day one hears from time to time, coming from the
bottom, the primitive depths, the echo of the apes?
Fortunately, it happens only from time to time, very seldom. Happily, it
is only a case of small parts breaking; these may easily be repaired without
stopping the eternal great march of the whole machine. And in order to
eliminate a broken peg we have the skillful heavy hand of the Well-Doer,
we have the experienced eyes of the Guardians …
By the way, I just thought of that Number whom I met yesterday, the
double-curved one like the letter S; I think I have seen him several times
coming out of the Bureau of Guardians.
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We, trans. Bernard Guilbert Guerney, in An Anthology of Russian Literature in the
Soviet Period: From Gorki to Pasternak (New York: Vintage Books, 1960)
THIRD ENTRY: A Jacket. A Wall. A Table of Commandments.
This is so laughable, so incredible that, after having written the above, I am
apprehensive: what if you, my unknown readers, should take me for a mali-
cious wag? What if you should suddenly get the notion that I am simply intent
upon making cruel sport of you and, with a serious air, am telling you utterly
unmitigated bosh. But, first of all, I am incapable of jesting, inasmuch as the
covert functioning of falsehood is a component of every jest, and secondly,
Science in The One State affirms that the life of the ancients was precisely as
I have described it – and Science in The One State is infallible. And besides,
where was any logic of government to come from at that time, when people
were living in a state of freedom – i.e., like brutes, like apes, like herded cattle?
What could one demand of them, when even in our time one hears at rare
intervals a wild simian echo issuing from the shaggy depths, from somewhere
close to the very bottom? Fortunately, only at rare intervals. And, fortunately,
we have only the unimportant failures of small parts – it is easy to repair them
without stopping the grand, eternal progress of the whole Machine. And in
order to throw out the warped bolt we have the skillful heavy hand of The
Benefactor, we have the experienced eyes of the Guardians . . .
Yes, by the way – I have just thought of something: that male number
yesterday, the one in a double curve, shaped like the letter S – it seems to
me that I chanced to see him coming out of the Bureau of Guardians.