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THERE are
two quotable Marxes or Marxians, one of whom, Karl, the
prophetic economist and philosopher, would not call
himself a Marxist, while the other one, Groucho (of the
Marx brothers fame), wouldn’t have minded very much what
you call him as long as you pronounced his name right.
Karl inspired not only one but two revolutions, the
Russian and the Chinese; Groucho shaped our thinking about
what the world is. In the order of precedence, here’s Karl
Marx with my thoughtless comments:
A specter
is haunting Europe—the specter of communism. (That was
then.)
All social
rules and all regulations between individuals are eroded
by a cash economy, avarice drags Pluto himself out of the
bowels of the earth. (Indeed, my relations are eroded by
cash, but Pluto hasn’t dragged himself out of the bowels
of the earth; only mine.)
Anyone who
knows anything of history knows that great social changes
are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress
can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair
sex, the ugly ones included. (True.)
Art is
always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the
same time the immortal movement of its time. (I like to
think so.)
Capital is
dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking
living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.
(He didn’t mention government.)
Capital is
money, capital is commodities. By virtue of it being
value, it has acquired the occult ability to add value to
itself. It brings forth living offspring, or, at the
least, lays golden eggs. (Compounded interest, 5-6, and
BIR).
Capital is
reckless of the health or length of life of the laborer,
unless under compulsion from society. (Sometimes society
compels.)
Capitalist
production, therefore, develops technology, and the
combining together of various processes into a social
whole, only by sapping the original sources of all
wealth—the soil and the laborer. (How about capital
accumulation through technology?)
Democracy
is the road to socialism. (Is that why there’s less and
not more democracy? What happens now to PGMA’s assertion
in the US that we are the most democratic country in the
Southeast Asian region?)
Experience
praises the most happy, the one who made the most people
happy. (Abalos resigned.)
For the
bureaucrat, the world is a mere object to be manipulated
by him. (Ideology makes no difference.)
From each
according to his abilities, to each according to his
needs. (Needs beat abilities any time.)
Greek
philosophy seems to have met with something with which a
good tragedy is not supposed to meet, namely, a dull
ending.
History
does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does
not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all
this. (But history makes historians.)
History
repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce. (What
about comedy?)
In
bourgeois society, capital is independent and has
individuality, while the living person is dependent and
has no individuality. (Well, it’s easier to be an
individual if one has capital and plenty of it.)
History is
nothing but the activity of men in pursuit of their ends.
(He had been talking to many politicians.)
Landlords,
like other men, love to reap where they never sowed.
(There are many ways of “sowing.”)
Let the
ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The
proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They
have a world to win. (Yeah. Yeah.)
Nothing
can have value without being an object of utility. (Men
are either “useful” or “useless.”)
Machines
were, it may be said, the weapon employed by the
capitalists to quell the revolt of specialized labor.
(Specialized labor makes the machines.)
Natural
science will, in time, incorporate itself the science of
man, just as the science of man will incorporate into
itself natural science: there will be one science. (Too
deep for me.)
Medicine
heals doubts as well as diseases. (I doubt that.)
Men’s
ideas are the most direct emanations of their material
state. (This piece is one such emanation.)
Necessity
is blind until it becomes conscious. Freedom is the
consciousness of necessity. (So consciousness comes
first.)
On a level
plain, simple mounds look like hills; and the insipid
flatness of our present bourgeoisie is to be measured by
the altitude of its great intellects. (It depends on the
price.)
The ideas
of the ruling class are in every epoch the ruling ideas
(i.e., the class which is the ruling material force of
society is, at the same time, its ruling intellectual
force. If not intellectual, then physical force.)
Reason has
always existed, but not always in reasonable form. (He was
familiar with official statements.)
Religion
is the impotence of the human mind to deal with
occurrences it cannot understand. Religion is the opium of
the masses. Religion is the sigh of the oppressed
creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of
soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people. (He
seemed unable to make up his mind, but I presume he was
against all kinds of popular evangelists.)
Revolutions are the locomotives of history. (Not in these
parts, Karl.)
Sell a man
a fish, he eats for a day, teach a man how to fish, you
ruin a wonderful business opportunity. (And if he’s taught
to hunt?)
Social
progress can be measured by the social position of the
female sex. (We are progressive.)
The
country that is more developed industrially shows to the
least developed the image of its own future. (The ZTE and
cyber education programs are supposed to put us on the
right track.)
The
development of civilization and industry has always shown
itself so active in the destruction of forests that
everything that has been done for their conservation and
production is completely insignificant in comparison.
(Ahead of the Greenies.)
The first
requisite for the happiness of the people is the abolition
of religion. (Soviet
Russia tried that, and look where it got her.)
The
meaning of peace is the absence of opposition to
socialism. (Incomplete: peace is the absence of opposition
to anything.)
The more
the division of labor and the application of machinery
extend, the more does competition extend among the
workers, the more do their wages shrink together. (Not
with overseas employment, insofar as workers are
concerned.)
The only
antidote to mental suffering is physical pain. (Give me
mental anytime.)
The
oppressed are allowed every few years to decide which
particular representatives of the oppressing class are to
represent and repress them. (He did not even stay long
enough to observe Philippine elections.)
The
product of mental labor—science—always stands far below
its value, because the labor time necessary to reproduce
it has no relation at all to the labor time required for
its original production. (Poets, writers and our inventors
know this.)
The
production of many useful things results in too many
useless people. (Did he mean “texters”?)
Without
doubt, machinery has greatly increased the number of
well-to-do idlers. (Did he mean technology, too?)
We should
not say that one man’s labor is worth another man’s hour,
but rather that one man during an hour’s work is worth
just as much as another man during an hour. Time is
everything, man is nothing: he is, at the most, time’s
carcass. (Time is gold.)
While the
miser is merely a capitalist gone mad, the capitalist is a
rational miser. (It’s only because, knowing the value of
money, they value it more than most of the people.)
The writer
may very well serve a movement of history as its
mouthpiece, but he cannot, of course, create it. (We try.
Karl did by writing Das Kapital and the
Communist Manifesto.)
The writer
must earn money in order to be able to live and write, but
he must by no means live and write for the purpose of
making money. (Karl’s mother said, according to one story,
“How I wish Karl had made capital instead of writing about
it!” Of course, the writer doesn’t write for the purpose
of making money; he can’t, anyway).
Workers of
the world, unite; you have nothing to lose but your
chains. (As mental workers, it’s enough to stay out of
jail and avoid extrajudicial execution by writing fairy
tales.)
I am not a
Marxist. (Well said.)
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Groucho’s maxims
A black
cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going
somewhere.
A child of
five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child
of five.
A hospital
bed is a parked taxi with the motor running. (I can relate
to that.)
A man’s
only as old as the woman he feels.
A woman is
an occasional pleasure, but a cigar is always a smoke.
Alimony is
like buying hay for a dead horse.
All people
are born alike—except Republicans and Democrats. (Over
here, politicians are interchangeable.)
Anyone who
says he can see through women is missing a lot.
Before I
speak, I have something important to say. (That’s been my
experience.)
Behind
every successful man is a woman, behind her is his wife.
Either
he’s dead or my watch has stopped.
From the
moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I
convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend to read it. (I’m
looking for someone to say that to.)
Getting
older is no problem. You just have to live long enough.
Go, and
never darken my towels again.
Humor is
reason gone mad.
I didn’t
like the play, but then I saw it under adverse
conditions—the curtain was up. (Dorothy Parker was also
credited for this quote.)
I don’t
care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as
members.
I find
television very educating. Every time somebody turns on
the set, I go into the other room and read a book. (I just
press “mute” on the remote).
I have a
mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it.
I have had
a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.
I intend
to live forever, or die trying.
I must
confess, I was born at a very early age.
I never
forget a face, but in your case I’ll be glad to make an
exception.
I read in
the newspapers they are going to have 30 minutes of
intellectual stuff on television every Monday from 7:30 to
8:00 to educate America. They couldn’t educate America if
they started at 6:30. (It’s done 24 hours in Discovery,
National Geographic, Animal Planet, etc., but look at
their Nielsen’s).
I remember
the first time I had sex—I kept the receipt. (Some of us
got medical bills.)
I worked
my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.
(Now, that’s Marxist.)
I, not
events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.
I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead,
tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today,
and I’m going to be happy in it. (He’s suddenly turned
serious.)
Man does
not control his own fate. The women in his life do that
for him.
Marriage
is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an
institution?
Military
intelligence is a contradiction in terms.
No man
goes before his time—unless the boss leaves early.
One
morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into
my pajamas I’ll never know.
Outside of
a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s
too dark to read.
Politics
doesn’t make strange bedfellows—marriage does.
Politics
is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere,
diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong
remedies. (He should have included lucrative remedies.)
Practically everybody in
New York
has half a mind to write a book, and does. (Not only in
New York.)
She got
her looks from her father. He’s a plastic surgeon.
The secret
of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that,
you’ve got it made. (This is the cardinal rule in a
political career.)
There is
one way to find out if a man is honest; ask him! If he
says yes, you know he’s crooked. (In these parts, you have
many people saying they are upright, moral and
honest—without being asked.)
Groucho,
not Karl, is the authentic Marxist. |