Gustav smiled. "Yes, there are indeed too many men in the world. In
earlier days it wasn't so noticeable. But now that everyone wants air
to breathe, and a car to drive as well, one does notice it. Of course,
what we are doing isn't rational. It's childishness, just as war is
childishness on a gigantic scale. In time, mankind will learn to keep
its numbers in check by rational means. Meanwhile, we are meeting an
intolerable situation in a rather irrational way. However, the
principle's correct—we eliminate."
"Yes," said I, "what we are doing is probably mad, and
probably it is good and necessary all the same. It is not a good thing
when man overstrains his reason and tries to reduce to rational order
matters that are not susceptible of rational treatment. Then there
arise ideals such as those of the Americans or of the Bolsheviks. Both
are extraordinarily rational, and both lead to a frightful oppression
and impoverishment of life, because they simplify it so crudely. The
likeness of man, once a high ideal, is in process of becoming a
machine-made article. It is for madmen like us, perhaps, to ennoble it
again."
With a laugh Gustav replied: "You talk like a book, my boy. It
is a pleasure and a privilege to drink at such a fount of wisdom. And
perhaps there is even something in what you say. But now kindly reload
your piece. You are a little too dreamy for my taste. A couple of bucks
can come dashing by here again any moment, and we can't kill them with
philosophy. We must have ball in our barrels."
From: Steppenwolf