He Who Shapes

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Authors: Roger Zelazny
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throughout the cities of the world,
    there has come into necessary being a series of totally inhuman
    controls upon these movements. Every day they nibble their
    way into new areasdriving our cars, flying our planes,
    interviewing us, diagnosing our diseasesand I cannot even
    venture a moral judgment upon these intrusions. They have
    become necessary. Ultimately, they may prove salutary.
    "The point I wish to make, however; is that we are often
    unaware of our own values. We cannot honestly tell what a
    thing means to us until it is removed from our life-situation. If
    an object of value ceases to exist, then the psychic energies
    which were bound up in it are released. We seek after new
    objects of value in which to invest thismana, if you like, or
    libido, if you don't. And no one thing which has vanished
    during the past three or four or five decades was, in itself,
    massively significant; and no new thing which came into being
    during that time is massively malicious toward the people it has
    replaced or the people it in some manner controls. A society,
    though, is made up of many things, and when these things are
    changed too rapidly the results are unpredictable. An intense
    study of mental illness is often quite revealing as to the nature
    of the stresses in the society where the illness was made. If
    anxiety-patterns fall into special groups and classes, then
    something of the discontent of society can be learned from
    them. Carl Jung pointed out that when consciousness is
    repeatedly frustrated in a quest for values it will turn its search
    to the unconscious; failing there, it will proceed to quarry its
    way into the hypothetical collective unconscious. He noted, in
    the postwar analyses of ex-Nazis, that the longer they searched
    for something to erect from the ruins of their liveshaving lived
    through a period of classical iconoclasm, and then seen their
    new ideals topple as wellthe longer they searched, the further
    back they seemed to reach into the collective unconscious of
    their people. Their dreams themselves came to take on patterns
    out of the Teutonic mythos.
    "This, in a much less dramatic sense, is happening today.
    There are historical periods when the group tendency for the
    mind to turn in upon itself, to turn back, is greater than at other
    times. We are living in such a period of Quixotism, in the
    original sense of the term. This is because the power to hurt, in
    our time, is the power to ignore, to baffleand it is no longer the
    exclusive property of human beings"
    A buzz interrupted him then. He switched off the recorder,
    touched the phone-box.
    "Charles Render speaking," he told it;.
    "This is Paul Charter," lisped the box. "I am headmaster at
    Billing."
    "Yes?"
    The picture cleared. Render saw a man whose eyes were set
    close together beneath a high forehead. The forehead was
    heavily creased; the mouth twitched as it spoke.
    "Well, I want to apologize again for what happened. It was a
    faulty piece of equipment that caused"
    "Can't you afford proper facilities? Your fees are high
    enough."
    "It was a new piece of equipment. It was a factory defect"
    "Wasn't there anybody in charge of the class?"
    "Yes, but-"
    "Why didn't he inspect the equipment? Why wasn't he on
    hand to prevent the fall?"
    "He was on hand, but it happened too fast for him to do
    anything. As for inspecting the equipment for factory defects,
    that isn't his job. Look, I'm very sorry. I'm quite fond of your
    boy. I can assure you nothing like this will ever happen again."
    "You're right, there. But that's because I'm picking him up
    tomorrow morning and enrolling him in a school that exercises
    proper safety precautions."
    Render ended the conversation with a flick of his finger.
    After several minutes had passed he stood and crossed the
    room to his small wall safe, which was partly masked, though
    not concealed, by a shelf of books. It took only a moment for
    him to open it and withdraw a jewel box containing a

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