We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the human condition of unwavering loyalty and the consequences it brings.
In this quote, Celine presents a stark commentary on the nature of loyalty and its detrimental effects on individuals. He suggests that people are often trapped in their unchanging ways, whether it be in their allegiance to authority, their beliefs, or even their mundane habits. This inflexibility leads to a life of servitude and suffering, painting a dark image of existence where individuals act as mere 'minions' under the rule of a metaphorical 'King Misery'. The assertion that this is 'not a life' challenges the reader to consider the cost of loyalty and the need for personal freedom and change.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of self-identity and personal freedom, this quote illustrates the idea that blind loyalty can hinder personal growth.
Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.
To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.
In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it’s indispensable.
Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself
Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.
Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.
I build no system. I ask an end to privilege, the abolition of slavery, equality of rights, and the reign of law. Justice, nothing else; that is the alpha and omega of my argument: to others I leave the business of governing the world.
History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.
Society cannot continue to disable themselves through their need to categorize people or make assumptions as to another individual's abilities.
For me, disability is a physical experience, but it's also a cultural experience and a social experience, and for me, the word 'crip' is the one that best encapsulated all of that.
Here, everything is tragic through and through, and the will, that fain would shape a world according to its wish, at last can reach no greater satisfaction than the breaking of itself in dignified annulment.
[The decay of Logic results from an] untroubled assumption that the particular is real and the universal is not.
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