“For Marcel Proust. – The son of well-to-do parents who, whether
out of talent or weakness, chooses a so-called intellectual occupation
as an artist or scholar, has special difficulties with those who bear
the distasteful title of colleagues. It is not merely that his
independence is envied, that the seriousness of his intentions is
doubted and that he is presumed to be a secret envoy of the established
powers. Such mistrust is borne out of resentment, yet would usually find
its confirmation. However the actual resistances lie elsewhere. The
occupation with intellectual [geistigen] things has meanwhile become “practical,” a business with a strict division of labor, with branches and numerus clausus
[Latin: restricted entry]. Those who are materially independent, who
choose out of repugnance towards the shame of earning money, are not
inclined to recognize this. For this he is punished. He is no
“professional” [in English in original], ranks in the hierarchy of
competitors as a dilettante, regardless of how much he knows about his
subject, and must, if he wishes to pursue a career, display a
professional tunnel vision even narrower than that of the most
narrow-minded expert. The suspension of the division of labor to which
he is driven, and which the economic state of affairs allows him, within
certain limits, to realize, is considered especially scandalous: this
betrays the aversion to sanction the hustle and bustle dictated by
society, and high and mighty competence does not permit such
idiosyncrasies. The departmentalization of the Spirit [Geist]
is a means of abolishing such there, where it is not ex officio or
contractually obligated. It does its work all the more surely, as those
who continually reject the division of labor – if only in the sense that
they enjoy their work – reveal, by this selfsame measure, their
vulnerabilities, which are inseparable from the moments of their
superiority. Thus is the social order [Ordnung] assured: this
one must play along, because one could not otherwise live, and that one,
who could indeed live, is kept outside, because they don’t want to play
along. It is as if the class which the independent intellectual
deserted from revenges itself, by forcibly pushing through its demands
precisely where the deserter sought refuge.”
— Theodor Adorno , Minima Moralia
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The gaze at life has passed over into ideology, which conceals the fact, that it no longer exists.
“The melancholy science, from which I make this offering to my friend, relates to a realm which has counted, since time immemorial, as the authentic one of philosophy, but which has, since its transformation into method, fallen prey to intellectual disrespect, sententious caprice and in the end forgetfulness: the teaching of the good life. What philosophy once called life, has turned into the sphere of the private and then merely of consumption, which is dragged along as an addendum of the material production-process, without autonomy and without its own substance. Whoever wishes to experience the truth of immediate life, must investigate its alienated form, the objective powers, which determine the individual existence into its innermost recesses. To speak immediately of what is immediate, is to behave no differently from that novelist, who adorns their marionettes with the imitations of the passions of yesteryear like cheap jewelry, and who sets persons in motion, who are nothing other than inventory-pieces of machinery, as if they could still act as subjects, and as if something really depended on their actions. The gaze at life has passed over into ideology, which conceals the fact, that it no longer exists.”
― Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia (1951)
― Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia (1951)
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