"Her smile was a bite, and I was its target. She sat down. She began to play. Something wild, spasmodic, jumbled--like their whole life back then, when they didn't have even the faintest adumbration of rational mechanics. And of course those around me were right to laugh, as they all did. But a few of us... and I... why was I among those few?
Yes, epilepsy is a mental illness--pain... A slow, sweet pain--it is a bite-- let it bite deeper, harder. And then, slowly, the sun. Not this one, not ours, shining all sky-blue crystal regularity through the glass brick-- no: savage, rushing, burning sun-- flinging everything away from itself--everything in little pieces. (Zamyatin, 18)"
Music drives people to insanity, it saves people from the edges of cliffs. It can change not only a person's thoughts and perceptions, but their emotions and the hormones in the body. This stems from the passion that goes into creating music. For the first time, D-503 feels that passion and the wild abandon that accompanies music made from inspiration and joy. Instead of hearing contrived songs that must have a specific purpose, he is introduced to not only the music, but the freedom that accompanies it.
Though I don't agree with the totalitarianism and uniformity of One State, the idea of the society is fascinating. The analytical natures of the people seem so unnatural, and I can't help but wonder how it could make sense to them that things such as murder, freedom, even happiness, can be factored out in some mathematical equation. While I would never want to be in or near a society like that myself, reading about it is similar to watching a train wreck, you can't keep your eyes off. The destruction of the simple things that characterize humanity such as love, passion, and creativity, can only lead to desolation and corruption, and seeing this allows me to really appreciate the fact that my mind isn't overly analytical.
I had a similar reaction to reading "We," as I could appreciate the intentions of the author discouraging tyranny and conformity, however I couldn't identify an ounce of relatability in the characters whose perspective I was observing. Their thought process and emotions were so distant, I think you stated it best when you said that "reading about it (their society) is similar to watching a train wreck, you can't keep your eyes off." While I was frustrated by the behavior of the characters and the writing style used to depict them, the daunting difference between their society and ours encouraged me to continue reading.
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