Showing posts with label Isaiah Berlin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isaiah Berlin. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Don't stultify my fabric, bro!

Buster Keaton in Our Hospitality (1923).
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David Brooks on "The Age of Small Terror":
On New Year’s Eve some friends and family members had a drink at a bar in Tel Aviv. The next day a gunman shot up the place, killing two people and wounding at least five. When I heard about the shooting I was horrified, of course, but there was no special emotion caused by the proximity 16 hours before.
Friends and family members of whom? Where was there no special emotion? Whose proximity? He's not actually trying to hide the fact that he has friends and relatives in Tel Aviv, he's more trying to hide the fact that he exists at all, as a specific human being with a body and a family and particular emotions of his own. General David Brooks and his general emotions are focused on the big picture:
These days, we all live at risk of random terror, whether we are in Paris, San Bernardino, Boston or Fort Hood.
I.e., wherever there are Muslims, apparently, but I'll get back to that.