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[Clément Lévy]

Le 28 oct. 09 à 11:48, alice wellintown a écrit :

> This spirals back to discussion of the Beatles; it's another comment
> on the end of the working class culture. Go work in your cube, dude.
> The workers are cut off from their games, dances, music. Major theme
> in AtD.  Also, that the boyz here can not connect with the dudes in
> the boxes or even with the person driving the car, because all are cut
> off, isolated, seems important. That Larry and D/Penis can sense what
> is happening there in the boxes but not in the car,  is ironic.
yes, you're right! it's related to socio-economical changes.
>
>
> ISOLATOES!
>
> Herein it is the same with the American whale fishery as with the
> American army and military and merchant navies, and the engineering
> forces employed in the construction of the American Canals and
> Railroads. The same, I say, because in all these cases the native
> American liberally provides the brains, the rest of the world as
> generously supplying the muscles. No small number of these whaling
> seamen belong to the Azores, where the outward bound Nantucket whalers
> frequently touch to augment their crews from the hardy peasants of
> those rocky shores. In like manner, the Greenland whalers sailing out
> of Hull or London, put in at the Shetland Islands, to receive the full
> complement of their crew. Upon the passage homewards, they drop them
> there again. How it is, there is no telling, but Islanders seem to
> make the best whalemen. They were nearly all Islanders in the Pequod,
> Isolatoes too, I call such, not acknowledging the common continent of
> men, but each Isolato living on a separate continent of his own. Yet
> now, federated along one keel, what a set these Isolatoes were! An
> Anacharsis Clootz deputation from all the isles of the sea, and all
> the ends of the earth, accompanying Old Ahab in the pequod to lay the
> world's grievances before that bar from which not very many of them
> ever come back. Black Little Pip --he never did --oh, no! he went
> before. Poor Alabama boy! On the grim Pequod's forecastle, ye shall
> ere long see him, beating his tambourine; prelusive of the eternal
> time, when sent for, to the great quarter-deck on high, he was bid
> strike in with angels, and beat his tambourine in glory; called a
> coward here, hailed a hero there!
>
>
>> - more important here is the fact that rock 'n' roll is not going  
>> to be free
>> anymore. It is as if Doc only knew music through open-air free  
>> concerts. The
>> "glimpse at the other side" shows how Doc realizes that  
>> "everybody" is going
>> to prefer private ownership of records bought in stores after a  
>> cautious
>> listening via headphones.