quinta-feira, janeiro 22, 2009

Coração cor-de-rosa das Trevas

Há fortes probabilidades de ter tido, na noite passada, um sonho homoerótico com Medeiros Ferreira. No sonho, eu e o Medeiros Ferreira estávamos os dois num barco, de camisolas de alças, a subir o Rio Zambeze, cujas águas eram muito escuras e cheias de enguias. Medeiros Ferreira falava-me da descolonização. Às tantas houve mergulhos, no meio das enguias.
Nada, em nenhum dos livros que li até agora, me preparou para lidar com isto. Nem no Hazlitt, que é, a partir desta semana, o melhor escritor do mundo de todos os tempos. A passagem que se segue é de um texto chamado «Character of Mr. Burke», que foi tão violentamente sublinhado no meu exemplar que a integridade do próprio livro está agora em perigo. Resta-me aguardar que a tendência suicida da libra continue, e que daqui a pouco tempo a Amazon me ofereça dinheiro para eu encomendar um exemplar de substituição:

«He applied the habit of reflection, which he had borrowed from his metaphysical studies, but which was not competent to the discovery of any elementary truth in that department, with great facility and success, to the mixed mass of human affairs. He knew more of the political machine than a recluse philosopher; and he speculated more profoundly on its principles and general results than a mere politician. He saw a number of fine distinctions and changeable aspects of things, the good mixed with the ill, and the ill mixed with the good; and with a sceptical indifference, in which the exercise of his own ingenuity was obviously the governing principle, suggested various topics to qualify or assist the judgment of others. But for this very reason, he was little calculated to become a leader or a partizan in any important practical measure. For the habit of his mind would lead him to find out a reason for or against any thing: and it is not on speculative refinements, (which belong to every side of a question), but on a just estimate of the aggregate mass and extended combinations of objections and advantages, that we ought to decide or act. Burke had the power of throwing true or false weights into the scales of political casuistry, but not firmness of mind (or, shall we say, honesty enough) to hold the balance. When he took a side, his vanity or his spleen more frequently gave the casting vote than his judgment; and the fieriness of his zeal was in exact proportion to the levity of his understanding, and the want of conscious sincerity