Once I was talking with G. in Moscow. I was speaking about London, where I had been staying a short while before, about the terrifying MECHANIZATION that was being developed in the big European cities and without which it was probably impossible to live and work in those immense whirling “mechanical toys.” Fragments: One
“And secondly,” he continued, “the MECHANIZATION you speak of is not at all dangerous. A man may be a man” (he emphasized this word), “while working with machines. There is another kind of MECHANIZATION which is much more dangerous: being a machine oneself. Have you ever thought about the fact that all peoples themselves are machines?” Fragments: One
“I think I understand what you mean,” I said. “And I have often thought how little there is in the world that can stand against this form of MECHANIZATION and choose its own path.” Fragments: One
“This is just where you make your greatest mistake,” said G. “You think there is something that chooses its own path, something that can stand against MECHANIZATION; you think that not everything is equally mechanical.” Fragments: One