On starlight nights I used to pace up and down those long, cold streets, scowling at the little, sleeping houses on either side, w...ith their storm-windows and covered back porches. They were flimsy shelters, most of them poorly built of light wood, with spindle porch-posts horribly mutilated by the turning-lathe. Yet for all their frailness, how much jealousy and envy and unhappiness some of them managed to contain! The life that went on in them seemed to me made up of evasions and negations; shifts to save cooking, to save washing and cleaning, devices to propitiate the tongue of gossip. This guarded mode of existence was like living under a tyranny. People's speech, their voices, their very glances, became furtive and repressed. Every individual taste, every natural appetite, was bridled by caution. The people asleep in those houses, I thought, tried to live like the mice in their own kitchens; to make no noise, to leave no trace, to slip over the surface of things in the dark.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The learned professors have been at considerable pains in their attempts to make a distinction between tools and implements on the... one hand, and machinery on the other. Nor have they arrived much of anywhere. The one is continually shading into the other. Here is an ordinary shovel used by a day labourer in a ditch; here is the same shovel with a somewhat thicker handle, containing a pneumatic attachment which is said to improve its digging power; here is a very much larger shovel with curved ends and steel teeth, hitched to an arm that is hitched to a steam engine, which can gobble up a cartload of dirt at one mouthful. Where does the tool stop and the machine begin? A grindstone is widely held to be a primitive tool; a turret lathe is widely held to be a machine. Both spin around. What is the essential difference? The employment of nonhuman power, steam, oil, gas, has been defined as the difference. Well and good. Then everything worked by human hands and legs is a tool only, and bicycles, typewriters, adding machines, sewing machines, foot lathes, clocks, hand-pumps--are not machines. Which is absurd. And what is one to do with treadmills for grinding corn, whose motive power is said by some to be the donkey, and by some the carrot in front of his nose?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the hour when stink and sweat Subside to let the flesh forget... Affinity for brick and lathe, The cold necessity to bathe And certain things one would forget.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nature is a greater and more perfect art, the art of God; though, referred to herself, she is genius; and there is a similarity be...tween her operations and man's art even in the details and trifles. When the overhanging pine drops into the water, by the sun and water, and the wind rubbing it against the shore, its boughs are worn into fantastic shapes, and white and smooth, as if turned in a lathe. Man's art has wisely imitated those forms into which all matter is most inclined to run, as foliage and fruit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill t...he void.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The quality of the will to power is, precisely, growth. Achievement is its cancellation. To be, the will to power must increase wi...th each fulfillment, making the fulfillment only a step to a further one. The vaster the power gained the vaster the appetite for more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree,... And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry. 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »