The ​Myth of Sisyphus 4 csillagozás

Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus

Throughout history, some books have changed the world. They have transformed the way we see ourselves – and each other. They have inspired debate, dissent, war and revolution. They have enlightened, outraged, provoked and comforted. They have enriched lives – and destroyed them. Now Penguin brings you the works of the great thinkers, pioneers, radicals and visionaries whose ideas shook civilization and helped make us who we are.

Inspired by the myth of a man condemned to ceaselessly push a rock up a mountain and watch it roll back to the valley below, The Myth of Sisyphus transformed twentieth-century philosophy with its impassioned argument for the value of life in a world without religious meaning.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1942

Vintage, London, 2018
156 oldal · ASIN: B07HLQQZ3L
Penguin, New York, 2005
144 oldal · ISBN: 9780141023991
Knopf, New York, 1955
212 oldal · ISBN: 9780394700755 · Fordította: Justin O'Brien

Kedvencelte 1

Várólistára tette 3

Kívánságlistára tette 4

Kiemelt értékelések

Népszerű idézetek

RitaMoly P>!

In a man's attachment to life there is something stronger than all the ills in the world.

6. oldal, An Absurd Reasoning (Penguin, 2005)


What I know, what is certain, what I cannot deny, what I cannot reject—this is what counts. I can negate everything of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desire for unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. I can refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends or enraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and this divine equivalence which springs from anarchy. I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me—that is what I understand. And these two certainties—my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle—I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my condition?

34. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


Let us insist again on the method: it is a matter of persisting. At a certain point on his path the absurd man is tempted. History is not lacking in either religions or prophets, even without gods. He is asked to leap. All he can reply is that he doesn’t fully understand, that it is not obvious. Indeed, he does not want to do anything but what he fully understands. He is assured that this is the sin of pride, but he does not understand the notion of sin; that perhaps hell is in store, but he has not enough imagination to visualize that strange future; that he is losing immortal life, but that seems to him an idle consideration.

35. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


Consciousness and revolt, these rejections are the contrary of renunciation. Everything that is indomitable and passionate in a human heart quickens them, on the contrary, with its own life. It is essential to die unreconciled and not of one’s own free will. Suicide is a repudiation. The absurd man can only drain everything to the bitter end, and deplete himself. The absurd is his extreme tension, which he maintains constantly by solitary effort, for he knows that in that consciousness and in that day-to-day revolt he gives proof of his only truth, which is defiance.

37. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


Now if the absurd cancels all my chances of eternal freedom, it restores and magnifies, on the other hand, my freedom of action.

38. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


For the absurd man it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing.

61. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


If something brings creation to an end, it is not the victorious and illusory cry of the blinded artist: “I have said everything,” but the death of the creator which closes his experience and the book of his genius.

73. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


The workman of today works every day in
his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

77. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


I have seen people behave badly with great morality and I note every day that integrity has no need of rules. (…) All systems of morality are based on the idea that an action has consequences that legitimize or cancel it. A mind imbued with the absurd merely judges that those consequences must be considered calmly. It is ready to pay up. In other words, there may be responsible persons, but there are no guilty ones, in its opinion. At very most, such a mind will consent to use past experience as a basis for its future actions.

44. oldal (Knopf, 1955)


A mother or a passionate wife necessarily has a closed heart, for it is turned away from the world.

48. oldal (Knopf, 1955)

1 hozzászólás

Hasonló könyvek címkék alapján

Roland Barthes: The Preparation of the Novel
Vilém Flusser – Louis Bec: Vampyroteuthis Infernalis
Jacques Derrida: Of grammatology
Michel Foucault: The History of Sexuality 1.
E. M. Cioran: The New Gods
Jean-Paul Sartre: Nausea
Henri Lefebvre: The Production of Space
Jacques Derrida: The Animal That Therefore I Am
Jean-Paul Sartre: Baudelaire
Simone de Beauvoir: The Second Sex