Name: 政治はいかに私たちを狂わせるのか (How Politics Can Drive Us Mad)
Uploaded: 2025-06-17T18:17:44.000Z
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It's a measure of how much we generally manage to keep political events separate from our internal functioning that it sounds unusual, and possibly eccentric, to speak of such political events as having any power to drive us mad. Of course, we may sometimes sigh at our screens and let out an expletive or two at a given situation in the company of a friend, but somehow madness, that truly extreme state in which we lose a grip on the functioning of our minds, in which we can no longer contain our anxieties or retain perspective, feels exaggerated in relation to political events that don't personally touch us, when no bomb is directly falling on us and no tyrant is explicitly sending us to prison. We associate sanity with not going mad, even when the world does appear, some miles away from us, in its own way, to have gone a little bit mad. But if things are pressing on us with particular force, perhaps more than is generally held to be legitimate, we might turn to the example of the writer Virginia Woolf, one of the most sensitive humans ever to have lived, who did, it seems, lose control of her mind – and eventually of her life – over the rise of fascism in Germany and the outbreak of the Second World War. Virginia Woolf had not been mentally well for a long time. She had been sexually abused by her half-brothers from the age of six until adolescence. She had lost her mother at the age of 13, her beloved half-sister at 15 and her father at 22. It is no wonder that the world didn't feel quite safe, that she was often terrified, that she internalised what was done to her by imagining herself a terrible person, and that she had great difficulty trusting that anyone could be kind, reliable or properly on her side. At the same time, her challenges gave her an enormous appetite for beauty, gentleness, friendship, literature and compassion and sympathy. She held on extra tightly to what felt good outside to make up for all that was frightened and hurt inside. It is this faith that Hitler, a stranger living far away in another land, destroyed for Virginia Woolf. His aggression, his hate-filled and untruthful speeches, his control over the minds of Germans wore away at Woolf's trust in everything. He seemed to paint the world black and remove the hope that she had always already found in short supply. His cruelty echoed too much that had been cruel in her life. The invasion of Poland and then France and all of Western Europe, the beginning of the Blitz and U-Boat campaigns chiselled away at the foundations of Virginia Woolf's belief in reasoned and principled behaviour. The world had lost its way and Woolf could not prevent herself from following suit. She tried very hard to stop the fears, the voices, the anger and distress, but despite the love of her husband, the safeguards gradually fell away. On 28 March 1941, following a particularly senseless and destructive German air raid on London, Virginia Woolf filled her coat pockets with stones and walked into the River

政治的な出来事が私たちを狂わせる力を持っているなどという言い方をすると、普通ではなく、おそらく風変わりに聞こえるのは、私たちが一般的に、政治的な出来事を私たちの内面的な機能からいかに切り離して考えているかを示している。もちろん、友人と一緒にいるときに、ある状況に対して画面に向かってため息をついたり、罵声を浴びせたりすることはあるだろう。しかし、どういうわけか狂気とは、私たちが心の機能をコントロールできなくなり、不安を抑えることも見通しを保つこともできなくなる、本当に極端な状態である。私たちから何マイルか離

基礎受動態

Ouse near her home in Rodmel, Sussex. Her body was found three weeks later. Before drowning,

サセックス州ロドメルの自宅近くのウーズ。遺体は3週間後に発見された。溺死前、

Woolf left a letter to her husband. She wrote,

ウルフは夫に手紙を残した。彼女はこう書いている、

I feel certain I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go through another one of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices and I can't concentrate. So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do. You've given me the greatest possible happiness. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. Everything is gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. It seems peculiar to think of Virginia Woolf as one of the victims of

また気が狂いそうになる。もう二度とあのようなひどい目に遭いたくない。今度こそ立ち直れない。声が聞こえ始め、集中できない。だから、私は最善と思われることをしている。あなたは私に最大の幸福を与えてくれた。この恐ろしい病気が来るまで、これほど幸せなことはなかったと思う。もう戦うことはできない。あなたの善意という確信以外は、すべて私から消え去ってしまった。ヴァージニア・ウルフを、この病気の犠牲者の一人と考えるのは奇妙に思える。

Nazism. After all, none of Hitler's furious speeches targeted her. No Luftwaffe raid gunned for her. And yet, in a sense, the atmosphere of mayhem and unbounded violence generated by Hitler and his gang were to blame for unbalancing the fragile mind of possibly the greatest writer of the 20th century, living in a quiet English village far from any bomb or concentration camp. Woolf's case stands as a warning and a reminder of susceptibility. For those of us who are not wholly steady inside, whose minds have been placed under enormous stress by early losses and abuses, what happens in the political realm is not as distinct from us as it might be and may prove especially charged and especially dangerous. The hateful voices and motives we see far away can't help but evoke those we have known too well from our vicinity and that we have fought for many years to keep at bay. We may have a special need, more than we realised, for the world to show evidence of solidity and goodness to counterbalance the violations of the past. If we find ourselves so-called abnormally affected, if the shouting and the hate and the betrayals and the viciousness cut deep into our minds, we need to take particular care. We may need to fight with extra courage and assiduously enlist the love of all who care about us, to remain on the side of hope, to ensure that all that is unkind outside of us is never allowed to achieve a victory over the wisdom and goodness that endure within us.

ナチズム。結局のところ、ヒトラーの激烈な演説の中に彼女を標的にしたものはなかった。ドイツ空軍が彼女を狙ったこともない。しかし、ある意味で、ヒトラーとその一味が生み出した騒乱と無制限の暴力の雰囲気が、爆弾や強制収容所から遠く離れた静かなイギリスの村に住んでいた、おそらく20世紀最大の作家のもろい心のバランスを崩したのだ。ウルフのケースは警告であり、影響を受けやすいことを思い出させる。内面が完全には安定しておらず、初期の喪失や虐待によって心に大きなストレスを受けている私たちにとって、政治的な領域で起こることは