Ted kaczynski speaking about his brother, found in his memoir:
A traitor is always hated far more than a straight forward enemy, and is an object of contempt to everyone except those who expect their side to gain some advantage from his treason. I distinguish between a traitor and a defector. By a defector I understand one who (changes his ideology and his loyalty as a result of an extended period of serious soul searching. By a traitor I mean one who switches sides as a mere matter of convenience, or in order to gain some personal advantage, whether material or psychological. My brother is unquestionably a traitor. There is not the slightest evidence that he did any serious soul-searching before selling out. As soon as Linda Patrik offered him the opportunity, he unhesitatingly made himself her acolyte in order to satisfy his own peculiar psychological needs. In doing so he left the desert, promptly joined the consumer society, adopted its values, and even, as would appear from his Bee interview, acquired "faith in the system." His denouncing me to the FBI was not only a personal betrayal of me, it was an act of commitment to the system, its values, and its power. To those of us who regard the system as evil, my brother is another Judas Iscariot, except that, unlike the original Judas, he doesn't even have enough courage to go and hang himself.
A traitor is always hated far more than a straight forward enemy, and is an object of contempt to everyone except those who expect their side to gain some advantage from his treason. I distinguish between a traitor and a defector. By a defector I understand one who (changes his ideology and his loyalty as a result of an extended period of serious soul searching. By a traitor I mean one who switches sides as a mere matter of convenience, or in order to gain some personal advantage, whether material or psychological. My brother is unquestionably a traitor. There is not the slightest evidence that he did any serious soul-searching before selling out. As soon as Linda Patrik offered him the opportunity, he unhesitatingly made himself her acolyte in order to satisfy his own peculiar psychological needs. In doing so he left the desert, promptly joined the consumer society, adopted its values, and even, as would appear from his Bee interview, acquired "faith in the system." His denouncing me to the FBI was not only a personal betrayal of me, it was an act of commitment to the system, its values, and its power. To those of us who regard the system as evil, my brother is another Judas Iscariot, except that, unlike the original Judas, he doesn't even have enough courage to go and hang himself.
In the film’s opening scene, Vito is famously seen holding a cat. Amazingly this was a stray that Coppola found while on the lot at Paramount Pictures, and was not originally called for in the script. So content was the cat that its purring muffled some of Brando’s dialogue and, as a result, most of his lines had to be looped.
"Why, then, has mankind not long ago gone extinct during great epidemics of madness? Why do only a fairly minor number of individuals perish because they fail to endure the strain of living- because cognition gives them more than they can carry? Cultural history, as well as observation of ourselves and others, allow the following answer: Most people learn to save themselves by artificially limiting the content of consciousness."
- Peter Wessel Zapffe
- Peter Wessel Zapffe
“Small people need small virtues, and because I find it hard to accept that, small people are needed.”
—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Three, “On Virtue That Makes Small,” §2 (excerpt).
—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Three, “On Virtue That Makes Small,” §2 (excerpt).
The masses have never thirsted after truth. They turn aside from evidence that is not to their taste, preferring to deify error, if error seduce them. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master; whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim. An individual in a crowd is a grain of sand amid other grains of sand, which the wind stirs up at will.
— Gustave Le Bon
— Gustave Le Bon