Fixed Ideas

It is said that a Fixed Idea is the beginning of madness.

Yet we are often worried because we have so few Fixed Ideas. We do not
seem to have any really definite Theory about Life.


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We find, on the other hand, that a great many of those we know have some
Guiding Principle that excuses and explains all their conduct.


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If you have some Theory about Life, and are thoroughly devoted to it,
you may come to a bad end, but you will enjoy yourself heartily.


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These theories may be of many different kinds. One of our friends rests
his career and hope of salvation on the doctrine that eating plenty of
fish and going without an overcoat whenever possible constitute supreme
happiness.


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Another prides himself on not being able to roll a cigarette. If he were
forced, at the point of the bayonet, to roll a fag, it would wreck his
life.


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Another is convinced that the Lost and Found ads in the papers all
contain anarchist code messages, and sits up late at night trying to
unriddle them.


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How delightful it must be to be possessed by one of these Theories! All
the experiences of the theorist's life tend to confirm his Theory. This
is always so. Did you ever hear of a Theory being confuted?


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Facts are quite helpless in the face of Theories. For after all, most
Facts are insufficiently encouraged with applause. When a Fact comes
along, the people in charge are generally looking the other way. This is
what is meant by Not Facing the Facts.


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Therefore all argument is quite useless, for it only results in
stiffening your friend's belief in his (presumably wrong) Theory.


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When any one tries to argue with you, say, "You are nothing if not
accurate, and you are not accurate." Then escape from the room.


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When we hear our friends diligently expounding the ideas which Explain
Everything, we are wistful. We go off and say to ourself, We really must
dig up some kind of Theory about Life.


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We read once of a great man that he never said, "Well, possibly so."
This gave us an uneasy pang.


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It is a mistake to be Open to Conviction on so many topics, because all
one's friends try to convince one. This is very painful.


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And it is embarrassing if, for the sake of a quiet life, one pretends to
be convinced. At the corner of Tenth and Chestnut we allowed ourself to
agree with A.B., who said that the German colonies should be
internationalized. Then we had to turn down Ninth Street because we saw
C.D. coming, with whom we had previously agreed that Great Britain
should have German Africa. And in a moment we had to dodge into Sansom
Street to avoid E.F., having already assented to his proposition that
the German colonies should have self-determination. This kind of thing
makes it impossible to see one's friends more than one at a time.


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Perhaps our Fixed Idea is that we have no Fixed Ideas.

Well, possibly so.

Fixed Ideas

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