It's not 1984...It's Fahrenheit 451. Chek it out.

It's also a little bit of atlas shrugged and idiocracy

Yes, it is, man!
And my fife is exactly like that beach wife of the main character in the movie.

burning books that haven't been read in 12 months?
like deleting threads no one reads any more?
where does that trend end?
moderator/fireman
same job, in
the end
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the day after tomorrow: burn the books, more books, ALL the books, if not = frozen death.


offtopic
atlas shrugged: actually if u dwell into ayn rand's life ull see that her "essays" were third party engineered so they would come out to the public as "revelations" and with a populist undertone, more so than what i believe it was supposed to come out of her: a simple introspection on the dwelves of a narcisistic conscience, only to "catalog" the abyss and the placebos that keep it floating above the dephts of evil towards mankind. ov course she was zion blood, but she was driven out of her will by zionists, so i don't believe she meant to create a tool of disarray, she was used cleverly and most her writting underwent 3rd party change prior to publish. go listen to her speaking on youtube and ull see what i mean

peace

i believe the internet has the same effect as burning books.

Too sad. best to you.

Thank you, have never tried that! peace.

Reading material on the net is underutilized, indeed. WIll have to contemplate that, thanks.

These particualr parts of the book are what I see tv and internet doing. The "burning" so to speak.

"And because they had mass, they became simpler," said Beatty. "Once, books
appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different.
The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths.
Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books levelled
down to a sort of paste pudding norm, do you follow me?"
"I think so."
Beatty peered at the smoke pattern he had put out on the air. "Picture it. Nineteenthcentury
man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion. Then, in the twentieth century,
speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations, Digests. Tabloids.
Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending."
"Snap ending." Mildred nodded.
"Classics cut to fit fifteen-minute radio shows, then cut again to fill a two-minute book
column, winding up at last as a ten- or twelve-line dictionary resume. I exaggerate, of
course. The dictionaries were for reference. But many were those whose sole
knowledge of Hamlet (you know the title certainly, Montag; it is probably only a faint
rumour of a title to you, Mrs. Montag) whose sole knowledge, as I say, of Hamlet was
a one-page digest in a book that claimed: 'now at least you can read all the classics;
keep up with your neighbours.' Do you see? Out of the nursery into the college and
back to the nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or
more."
Mildred arose and began to move around the room, picking things up and putting
them down. Beatty ignored her and continued
"Speed up the film, Montag, quick. Click? Pic? Look, Eye, Now, Flick, Here, There,
Swift, Pace, Up, Down, In, Out, Why, How, Who, What, Where, Eh? Uh! Bang!
Smack! Wallop, Bing, Bong, Boom! Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics?
One column, two sentences, a headline! Then, in mid-air, all vanishes! Whirl man's
mind around about so fast under the pumping hands of publishers, exploiters,
broadcasters, that the centrifuge flings off all unnecessary, time-wasting thought!"
Mildred smoothed the bedclothes. Montag felt his heart jump and jump again as she
patted his pillow. Right now she was pulling at his shoulder to try to get him to move
so she could take the pillow out and fix it nicely and put it back. And perhaps cry out
and stare or simply reach down her hand and say, "What's this?" and hold up the
hidden book with touching innocence.
"School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped,
English and spelling gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is
immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything
save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?"

Thank you. I see fitting bolts can maybe be pushing papers, wrapping burgers.
The snap ending is analogous to me to the fast flying images in tv and iphone.
Thinking is required to be real. I am talking velveteen rabbit real. Real people are getting harder to find.
Well, on a positive note, we are blessed to be going backward, getting slower each day.
I wish you peace.

“We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against. So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Wo knows who might be the target of the well-read man? Me?"

"Here or there, that's bound to occur. Clarisse McClellan? We've a record on her family. We've watched them carefully. Heredity and environment are funny things. You can't rid yourselves of all the odd ducks in just a few years. The home environment can undo a lot you try to do at school. That's why we've lowered the kindergarten age year after year until now we're almost snatching them from the cradle."


You better believe its coming true!

I agree we're aren't 1984 - yet...that will be after the masses are pretty much amused to numbness

Right now we are Huxley's 'Brave New World'...

[link to fatpita.net]

Interesting, I've been thinking along similar lines recently except I came to the conclusion that the internet is basically the thought police. Every search recorded and processed, people being detained for what they say, even if it was never going to lead to action, memes used to spread and enforce propaganda.

Very astute actually. Use of the internet gives us shorter attention spans and the material therein is subject to manipulation and change. Fewer young people read books than ever before.

Let's call it Bonfire of the Sanities

I guess 451 is a mix. It does talk about people no longer caring to read and entertainment filling their lives. Just that one further step of getting rid of the books altogether, but I agree....it's probably not even necessary.

Which would explain why all the wealthy Silicon Valley folks are sending their kids to schools where they don't use computers and don't let their children use computers at all. I found that interesting when I read about it, but I see why now.

but really

Indeed. Very clever non?

Ray Bradbury was a time traveler?

Look at all the allusions to what we would see in OUR future!

Ray Bradbury was a time traveler?

Look at all the allusions to what we would see in OUR future!

(Fair use act of 1976)

I reread this book every few years. Every time I do, it is more and more familiar.