Originally Posted by
Rose1992
That actually does make sense IMO. Most of the people I know that are politically passionate are INFJs. However, a Millie President might do better than Carter because he'll be an Atoner in a generation of Atoners instead of one in a generation of Advancers.
I'm an INFJ too but, ironically, I find Atonement to be a waste of time right now. If we spend the next 30 years feeling sorry for ourselves, we'll be winging and consuming, consuming and winging until the Earth cannot handle it. Then the oil will run out and we'll actually have something to bitch about.
Honestly it won't happen, Gen X won't let it happen. Something I'm learning from doing The Cherry Orchard is that if the Idealists continue to throw the pity party and refuse to do what needs to be done, the Nomads push them aside and seize the moment. Lopakhin spends the entire play saying that Liubov and Leonid should chop down the orchard and develop the land for vacation homes, but Liubov and Leonid think it's an outrageous and vulgar idea that offends their sense of the past glory of their parents and grandparents that they cling to. However they don't do anything else to save the estate beyond depending upon the stingy Adaptive godmother of Liubov's daughter Anya. The play shows how Lopakhin eventually seizes the moment and makes his dream come true, they're just waiting for the moment, if the Idealists fail to heed their warning... they'll just take over.
The Civics then become the only refuge for the Idealists. The Civics take their parents away and promise things like Anya does here at the end of Act III & Act IV, after Liubov has just had a party (that they can't afford to hold) while the Cherry Orchard is being sold at auction:
Act III
Mama! Mama, you're crying. Mama dear, I love you, i'll take care of you. The cherry orchard is sold, it's gone now, that's the truth, Mama, that's the truth, but don't cry. You still have your life to lead, you're still a good person... Come with me, Mama, we'll go away, someplace far away from here. We'll plant a new orchard, even better than this one, you'll see, Mama, you'll understand, and you'll feel a new kind of joy, like a light in your soul... Let's go, Mama. Let's go.
Act IV
And you'll come back soon, won't you? You promise? I'll study hard and get my diploma, and then I'll get a job and help you out. We can read together the way we used to, can't we? (Kisses her mother's hands) We'll spend long autumn evenings together; we'll read lots of books and learn all about the wonderful new world of the future... (Dreamily) Don't forget, Mama, you promised...
However, if anyone knows Chekhov's other plays, work is an enslavement that kills spirit, especially the spirit of young girls.
~Chas'88
Last edited by Chas'88; 01-23-2011 at 07:18 PM.
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