The Status Civilization

"And have you succeeded?" "The critics have been generous, and my publisher gives me every encouragement." "When you have finished your fifth re-creation of Lord Jim, what do you plan to do?" "First I shall take a long rest. Then I shall re-create one of Conrad's minor works. The Planter of Malata, perhaps." "I see. Is re-creation the rule in all the arts?" "It is the goal of the true aspiring artist, no matter what medium he has chosen to work in. Art is a cruel mistress, I fear." (Citizen Willis Ouerka, age 8, occupation student. A cheerful, black-haired, sun-tanned boy.) "I'm sorry, Mr. Opinioner, my parents aren't home right now." "That's perfectly all right, Willis. Do you mind if I ask you a question or two?" "I don't mind. What's that you got under your jacket, Mister? It bulges." "I'll ask the questions, Willis, if you don't mind.... Now, do you like school?" "It's all right." "What courses do you take?" "Well, there's reading and writing and status appreciation, and courses in art, music, architecture, literature, ballet, and theater. The usual stuff." "I see. That's in the open classes?" "Sure." "Do you also attend a closed class?" "Sure I do. Every day." "Do you mind talking about it?" "I don't mind. Is that bulge a gun? I know what guns are. Some of the big boys were passing around pictures at lunchtime a couple days ago and I peeked. Is it a gun?" "No. My suit doesn't fit very well, that's all. Now then. Would you mind telling me what you do in the closed class?"