The counterweight, conscripted into service by the accident, rockets
into the aerie of the shaft, angry with new velocity.
-- Colson Whitehead. The Intuitionist (1999) p.33
We do not know what is next. If we were to take a barbarian and place
him, loincloth and all, before one of our magnificent cities, what
would he feel? He would feel fear, doubly: the fear of his
powerlessness before our architectural excess and our fear, the thing
that drives our architectural excess. The dread of imperfection. We
do not need cities and buildings; it is the fear of the dark which
compels us to erect them instinctively, like insects. Perspective is
the foot-soldier of relativity. Just as the barbarian would gaze upon
our cities and buildings with fear and incomprehension, so would we
gaze upon future cities and future buildings. Is the next building
ovoid, pyramidic? Is the next elevator a bubble or is is it shaped like a
sea shell, journeying both outward and into itself...
-- Colson Whitehead. The Intuitionist (1999) p.37
"From Theoretical Elevators, Volume One, by James Fulton."
Take capacity. The standard residential elevator is designed to
accommodate 12 passengers, all of whom we assume to be of average
weight and form. This is the Occupant's Fallacy. The number 12 does
not consider the morbidly obese, or the thin man's convention and
necessity of speedy conveyance at the thin man's convention. We
conform to objects, we capitulate to them. We need to reverse this
order. It is failure that guides evolution; perfection provides no
incentive for improvement, and nothing is perfect. Nothing we create
works the way it should. The car overheats on the highway, the
electric can opener cannot open the can. We must tend to our objects
and treat them as newborn babes. Our elevators are weak. They tend
to get colds easily, they are forgetful. Our elevators ought to be
variable in size and height, retractable altogether, impervious to
scratches, self-cleaning, possessing a mouth. The thin man's
convention can happen at any time; indeed, they happen all the time...
-- Colson Whitehead. The Intuitionist (1999) p.38
"From Theoretical Elevators, Volume One, by James Fulton."
Ants have it easy for speaking in chemicals. Food. Flight. Follow.
Nouns and verbs only, and never in concert. There are no mistakes for
there is no sentence save the one nature imposes (mortality).
-- Colson Whitehead. The Intuitionist (1999) p.86
"From Theoretical Elevators, Volume Two, by James Fulton."
...horizontal thinking in a vertical world is the race's curse...
-- Colson Whitehead. The Intuitionist (1999) p.151
"From Theoretical Elevators, by James Fulton."
Weatherlessness is much more amenable to those in search of succor for
bodily complaint, evoking timelessness and immortality, and soon the
rich neurasthenic women from the Northeast's larger cities boarded
planes to be free of the seasons and the proximity of their braying
families, the cause of their disrepair.
-- Colson Whitehead. The Intuitionist (1999) p.43