English, rather than Latin and Greek, is a mistake we bite our fingers against

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My hair stands on end when I hear a teacher explain that learning English is essential, and that it is better to abandon the old Latin and Greek moons that turn language into undead, animated reaction zombies with the deadly and serious fascination of the Golden Age. Suddenly, thanks to an etymological source, we humans suddenly begin to impose a tight sensu like vegetables, which we often read “men have no roots, but legs” yes, but what religion is to civilization, what etymology of language is, it is a basis that makes our human relations green rather than drying them up. Holy. Thus, thinking that a language is only a tool for communication is a direct path to bad English, not even Fitzgerald’s literary English, but a global, commercial tool of materialization, a human-engineered desire for obsolescence. Of course, dead languages ​​fuel our communication, and without it, we greet each other as if we were dead, like a river without silt or an ocean without plankton.

I notice more and more the insidious and thoughtless willingness among my students to request a French or philosophy teacher (they often don’t realize that the general process of alienation goes back decades). With a wave of the wand, offering the life-saving plan of exploration, a kind of imaginary panacea, which automatically, at their will, saves a clay, an essential cultural object, without which they are naked, naked. Before Adam and Eve tasted the fruit of the tree of knowledge. It has often been said that it is better to have a well-made head than a full head to make the head go astray, to the point where we end up with very hollow heads that, although well-made, are still embryonic; We know from the Greeks that intelligence cannot be done without culture, hence the language: “logos”. The case of this miraculous little man who survived the jungle without speaking, with his cognitive abilities firmly lost, supports this assertion.

Believing that statistics replace words and emphasize our vices, the vices of our children are being uprooted more and more every day. The same administrative transgressions and syllabi for history subjects in English have replaced chronological friezes and epic narratives of pedagogy, abstraction and algorithmic tables, yet poor teachers unflinchingly carry out the dictates of hierarchy and suffer. The full burden of the incredible degradation of knowledge and the art of knowing how to inform people. This story of the board is one way, sorry to say, that we put ourselves in boxes and labeled as “products,” a somewhat overused expression of the once-thrown barrier in the job market that we “sell” as we say. So much on the destiny reserved for us, and what more, on our common destiny for the French people. As we have ensnared the human psyche in Excel and Power Point tables, there are no breadcrumb trails to extricate us from the neurotic and nihilistic mazes of software that siphons the gray matter from our neural coils. were taken prisoner.

This second wind is sure to prove a favorite among marathon runners. This is only possible for the dystopian characters imagined in Robert Silverberg’s brilliant novel “The Urban Monads”. This suffocation of the waking sleep we do not know can only be stopped by the benching of a newspeak that Orwell, who foresaw the advent of Nazism through the semantic manipulation of the mass media, today, lies and false words are in the hands of the elite and the media of social democracy is nurtured by degenerates obsessed with the individual-king of the incomprehensible nothingness. Character.

We have little choice, whatever our opinions, it seems to me, to feel like paltry “anthropomorphic molluscs,” to use Balzac’s favorite phrase, prostrate on a pebble floating in space.