Utopia experience

A student of the helmsman learns to lead the ship. Potter student - sculpt dishes from clay. Plato loved to speculate about this, who did not know either one or the other.

The doctor treats or tries, the lawyer is observing rights, an economist - money. Even from mathematicians, probably, there is a benefit not only to mathematicians. There is some kind of exit outside.

The humanitarian - so happened in Europe since ancient times, although not from Platonovs - has not learned anything to such useful things. The case that the humanitarian is taught is to multiply. Literally: reproduce your own kind. Retranstate the next generation of choice in favor of propagation of the body of texts left by teachers. Own texts of the correct humanitarium - comments on comments, notes on the fields and inscribed between the lines. That is, they are not like that and their own. They will subsequently fall into the treasured corps - a matter of luck, if only because talent is also luck. Not to mention the manuscripts are burning, the libraries are even brighter, plus in the vicinity of libraries with some unbearable frequency people appear, confident that everything is already in the Qur'an. That is, even talent is a second thing, if not the tenth.

The main thing is how you learned basic texts. Whether you can retell on occasion, so that those to whom you retell them could, in turn, could retell them again.

So - a specialist in the field of reproduction (it is often, if not always - love). It seems that one of the vagants has a poem about a dispute between the ladies. Ladies argue who is the best lover: a cleric (a person who has studied at least a trivium, that is, the same humanitarium) or a warrior who studied completely different sciences. Literally - the warrior reduces the population, he is professionally engaged in a business, diametrically opposite to reproduction. Maybe that's why the ladies eventually decide that the cleric is preferable. Or maybe because the warriors have problems with the composition of poetry in school Latin.

But this is the lyrics.

And there is still a medical history. That is, the humanitarian is a carrier of a kind of virus. It was created by the previously emerging humanities to turn other (normal?) People into humanities. Increasing the share of their own kind at the expense of others.

But there is always a choice - you can not become a humanitarian. Seeing your exceptional desire to reproduce, you bet on asociality, and such a choice at all times was a little ashamed of, and the further, the more. That is why many humanities, before moving on to weaving marginals and compilation of comments on comments, find excuses for themselves. History teaches a citizen to patiently endure the disasters of his time, and philosophy is more beautiful than other sciences, although it is useless. Knowledge of literature compensates for the absence of wit. And so on.

But most importantly, there is always a place where you do not need to go into such reasoning. The value of humanitarian classes there gives a proud statement: “I was the first to pay attention to this comma,” and no justification is not required.

That is, of course, not always. First, the country makes a choice. If you want to be accepted into the family, observe traditions. In Europe, it is customary to endure the humanities and even believe them, uncomplicated excuses. And for this you need to build a university. Distracting from the idea of ​​moving the sciences forward, the magical role of the steam machine in history and the fact that in England, Fusey is not bricks with brick.

You can be a monarch of advanced views, but in everything to find benefits. Forcibly force, for example, youths to learn navigation and dances. Wars win with this baggage, but in decent houses they do not advance further than the front.

Probably, at first it was necessary to win wars. And to wait for people who, having flicked around France-Hermania, will see something more attractive to themselves than ballistics and fortification. Who do not realize, feel - the books they read are worthy of being read by others.

250 years ago, something similar happened at our house. And immediately the countdown began.

Imagine - first you make your own, slightly shameful choice. Do not protect the country, do not sculpt pots, do not improve the steam machine for the needs of doubling GDP. No, read books in order to explain the following you how to read them. Then for a long time - five years, seven, or how lucky you are taught only this. You dig books like a mole Earth. Learn to distinguish good covers from bad in color, not to mention the name. Check comments with comments and with the joy of the hunter note errors and omissions of the previously working commentators.

Along the way, people who are not smarter, explain to you that only this should be done. Rarely directly, more often with hints or even an expression of the eyes. In fact, only this is explained to you, this is the main secret of the science of reproduction.

Oh yes, the countdown. Not every humanitarium goes to the end, and this is the happiness of mankind, otherwise there would have been no pots, nor ships, or even books for a long time, because who would print them. Only the crowds of those who were breaking up among themselves, who multiplied to the limit. Perhaps this frightening picture forces nine freshly scientific from ten to make a choice on the contrary. To leave the university to the street (I do not say: to life; if you say "to life", it turns out that the university is death).

There are other factors, a skeptic will say, money, for example, and everything that is bought for them. To deny the availability of money, in general, and not at home, would be stupid, but fear of bad infinity is more important.

Moscow University has been releasing humanities for 250 years. Generation after generation. The city, the country and the world are filled with people, about the only skill of which has already been remembered many times higher. Then a very difficult game begins: it is necessary to deftly deceive people trained, unlike you, a variety of useful sciences. We must convince them that your skills are also useful.

And the philologist writes speakers to newspapers, interspersing quotes from the Duma clowns with quotes in classical Latin. The philosopher puts in the mouth of all the same clowns quotes of the same petition. Or both are found under the fence after a busy day in the nearest boiler room. This is now unfriendly, not because it is too difficult, rather, on the contrary, easy. However, this happens.

The meaning of the reverse reference is the opposite - that you take your place and do not do your job. But since you were not taught any other things to do, you enter the struggle with this business, and then everything is the same as with a chance to put your book on the shelf "intended for commenting." Luck and talent, you are him, or it is you. Either you will become a professional, or ... the first is more socially profitable, the second is more interesting.

The university, at least in Moscow, also teaches snobbery. He was so long the only one that it became a habit. But in fact, it does not matter. More universities, at least different (we are not waiting for good ones, we were still taught snobbery)! More humanities outside the nursing mother protecting walls! Some teach better, like the one to which today a quarter of a thousand, others are worse (those who wish can enter), but all - one.

We, who were released from the university to life, that suicide, of course, is relatively few. But already this year reinforcements will come, and in the next, and ... the main thing is that this story lasts so that the next manager at the state feast does not occur to that part of the humanities that go for the end, for nothing to eat their bread. Let them teach them, but will not learn less people. Because we still left the university, and now those who are around us begin to understand the whole charm of choosing in favor of reproduction. Not in words, so intonations, expression on the eyes ...

And then, once, a moment of triumph will come: bad infinity will become a reality, but this, like every nightmare, is also a secret desire. It will not be that neither Hellenic nor Judea, but people who are unable to support the conversation about such an important thing as the eschatology of Matthew Paris, whom the previous generations of commentators mistakenly called Matvey Parisian, they certainly will not be. And there will be no difference between going to life and sitting in the fortress. And in general, perhaps, nothing will happen, given the spectrum of practical skills of typical humanitaria.

Yes, this is life, as one sick gypsy said.

And by the way, who needs your pots, pies and formulas at all if you don’t even know who Matvey Parisian is?