#the indifferent

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The Indifferent by Antonio Gramsci

“I hate the indifferent. I believe that life means taking sides. One who is really alive, can be nothing if not citizen and partisan. Indifference is lethargy; it is parasitism; it is cowardice; it is not life. Therefore, I hate the indifferent.

Indifference is the dead weight of history. Indifference plays an important role in history. It plays a passive role, but it does play a role. It is fatality; it is something that cannot be counted on; it is something that disrupts programmes, overturns the best made plans; it is that awful something that chokes intelligence. What happens, the evil that touches everyone, happens because the majority relinquish their will to it, allowing the enactment of laws that only a revolution can revoke, letting men rise to power who, later, only a mutiny can remove. Between absenteeism and indifference, few hands, supervised by no-one, spin the web of common life, and the masses shut their eyes, because they do not care; and thus we believe it is fatality that ravages everyone and everything, and we believe that history is nothing but an enormous natural phenomenon, an eruption, an earthquake of which we are all victims, those who wanted it and those who did not, those who knew about it and those who did not, those who were active in it and those who were indifferent. Some whimper piteously, others curse obscenely, but few or none ask themselves: if I, too, had done my part, if I had struggled to exert my will, would what has happened have happened?

This is why I hate the indifferent: their whimpering, innocents always, bothers me. I hold each and everyone one of them accountable for how they carried out the task that life put before them and puts before them every day, for what they did and, especially, for what they did not do. And I believe I can afford to be unrelenting, unwilling to show pity and to share my tears with them.

I am ‘partigiano’, alive, and already I hear, in the consciences of those on my same side, the throbbing bustle of the city of the future that we are building. And in it, the social chain does not weigh on the shoulders of only a few, nothing is haphazard, fatality, but the intelligent work of its citizens. There is no-one watching from the sidelines while others are sacrificed, bled dry. I am alive, partisan. And, therefore, I hate those who do not take sides; I hate the indifferent.”

February 11, 1917

Translation by Matilda Colarossi

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you’ve found yourself in...

Hades (Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan), Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins), Charles Macaulay (The Secret History by Donna Tartt).

though, who are you ?

You think none of this has anything to do with you and you want nothing to do with it. And sure, at first, you were wondering what, if anything, was happening but it was a fleeting thought that passed quickly like most do. Now you go about your day as if nothing has changed because you think for you, nothing has. The stories and tales of others might not particularly interest you but unfortunately, your own story is woven in with theirs and that makes you part of the entire book. 

the characters in your story

PAGE 9: THE DREAM: Initially, you were annoyed by them. Their personality was too whimsical for you, who claims to want nothing to do with anyone here. But eventually their charms were too hard to resist even for the likes of you. It’s a classic case of opposites attract and after putting up such a fight you realize being around them couldn’t hurt that much, could it?

PAGE 18: THE OBSERVER: If you were to be honest, you’d say they’re your only real friend. You’ve always been a bit of a loner, someone who prefers to do things on your own in case everyone lets you down but so far they haven’t and you can’t lie and say you don’t value their friendship.

PAGE 101: THE CONSCIENCE: There’s something you aren’t quite ready to admit brewing between the two of you. You’re friends, reluctantly, but you are and this newfound attraction is not something you care to explore. Never one to act first, you try to keep your distance and let the feelings die down but you're starting to wonder how long that will take.

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The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

William Penn

"New love created be, by other men,"

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Rob me, but bind me not, and let me go.

John Donne, The Indifferent

[return-triumphant]

"I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays, Her whom the country formed, and whom the town, Her who believes, and her who tries, Her who still weeps with spongy eyes, And her who is dry cork and never cries; I can love her, and her, and you, and you; I can love any, so she be not true. "Will no other vice content you? Will it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers? Or have you all old vices spent, and now would find out others? Or doth a fear that men are true torment you? Oh, we are not; be not you so. Let me, and do you, twenty know. Rob me, but bind me not, and let me go. Must I, who came to travail thorough you, Grow your fixed subject because you are true?" Venus heard me sigh this song, And by love's sweetest part, variety, she swore She heard not this till now, and that it should be so no more. She went, examined, and returned ere long, And said, "Alas, some two or three Poor heretics in love there be, Which think to 'stablish dangerous constancy, But I have told them, 'Sing you will be ture, You shall be true to them who are false to you'."

The Indifferent by John Donne