Textual genre, text types, and translation 69
But in the first place, I simply can’t make jokes – the default value of
every joke is a lie; and in the second place, OneState Science declares that
ancient life was exactly as I have described it, and OneState Science cannot
make a mistake. Besides, where could any governmental logic have come
from, anyway, when people lived in the condition known as freedom – that
is, like beasts, monkeys, cattle? What could you have expected from them,
if even in our day you can still very occasionally hear coming up from the
bottom, from the hairy depths, a wild, ape-like echo?
Only now and again, fortunately. These are, fortunately, no more than
little chance details; it’s easy to repair them without bringing to a halt the
great eternal progress of the whole Machine. And in order to discard some
bolt that has gotten bent, we have the heavy, skillful hand of the Benefactor,
we have the experienced eye of the Guardians.
Which, now I think of it, reminds me about that Number yesterday with the
double bend, like an S – I think I saw him once coming out of the Bureau of
Guardians.
TT5
We: A New Translation, trans. Natasha Randall
(New York: The Modern Library 2006)
Record three
KEYWORDS: A Jacket, The Wall, The Table of Hours.
It is so funny, and so unbelievable, and yet I’m nervous of what I’ve just
written: perhaps, you, unknown reader, think I’m a malicious joker?
Suddenly you’re thinking that I simply want to make a little fun of you and
in mock seriousness I am telling you the most absolute junk.
Well, first, I am not capable of joking – every joke, by function of its
omissions, contains a lie; and, second, One-State Science confirms that the
life of the Ancients was exactly so, and One-State Science cannot be mis-
taken. Yes, after all, how could there have been any logic to their govern-
ment if all their people lived in that state of freedom, i.e., like wild animals,
monkeys, herds? What could you possibly expect of them, when even
today, on rare occasions, from some distant undersurface, from the shaggy
depths of things, you can hear the wild echoes of monkeys?
Fortunately, it rarely happens. Fortunately, these are only minor incidentals:
they are easily repaired, without having to stop the perpetual, great progress of
the whole machine. And to expel the offending cog, we have the skillful, severe
hand of the benefactor and we have the experienced eye of the Guardians . . .
Yes, by the way, I have just remembered: that twice-bent S-shaped
man – it seems I once had the occasion to see him emerging from the
Bureau of Guardians.