The Line
Mikhail Epstein
One
is compelled to stand in lines so often that a certain mythologeme forms
involuntarily in one's consciousness: a dragon devouring its own tail. The
line, or the queue, is indeed tail-like, as if a bestial relic had suddenly
sprung up in human society...
Why
were tails gradually eliminated "in man's process of development from
apes"? Humans have continually broadened and animated the space anterior
to them; therefore, the posterior sensory organ lost its natural necessity. All
communication with and sensation of the world began to occur through the face,
through wide-open eyes, through open handshakes. In general a person's front
side, like that of all living things, is soft, vulnerable, while his back is
hard, vertebral, virtually encased in armor. The sum of culture consists in
part in humans' beginning to bare their vulnerability, bringing the interior to
the surface, exposing the tender to another's gaze. All culture issues from the
personality [lichnost'], from the face [litso] and is oriented
forward.
Hence
the line, where people stand single file, resting their gazes on backs. The
line is hostile to culture and to the individual because in it people address
each other with, and are joined by, their backs: so that this new breed of man,
who spends his whole life in lines, is compelled to grow a tail as a product of
natural necessity. It is very possible that, in the march of protracted
historical evolution founded on the line as a social institution, homo sapiens
will again grow tails, now on the order not of biological, but of social
adaptation: in order to feel the near ones who are behind, and to touch the
ones in front--not to tap a dumb backside in the thirst for communication, but
rather amicably to tickle a tail.
Let
us probe a bit deeper into the line, it merits at least one mental
peregrination. After all, standing in it has consumed so many hours, weeks,
years!
The
line is pure expectation, which is what makes time spent in it stretch out so
languorously: it is not filled up by anything, it lies open in all its
emptiness. And meanwhile something is happening, by itself, without your
participation or will, so that with every minute, without having moved a
finger, you get closer to your goal. The man standing in line is similar in his
inactivity to Oblomov, but at the same time he is as business-like as Stolz,[i]
since all the while he is moving somewhere, simultaneously preserving an inert
mass of calm. Time stretches out toward nowhere from the common supply of life,
and all this is a necessary expenditure, although it is also obviously a
useless one. If queues did not exist, it would be necessary to invent them,
because it is there that people find escape from the burden of freedom,
acquiring a visual, linearly defined meaning for their existence. What might
have been the simple, crude physiological act of eating meat or cheese, which
the person in line waits to buy, acquires a socially distant, but absolutely
attainable perspective, one which with every moment and hour becomes more and
more accessible. Distance imperceptibly decreases, magnifying the pleasurable
itch of anticipation. Time flows according to the rules of progress,
unswervingly nearing a long-awaited goal. The line is a school of patience and
a factory of optimism, since for those who stand in it, it necessarily
shortens: patience is rewarded again and again.
In
this way, we go beyond the crudely animalistic consumption of food: human
feelings are cultivated in the course of acquiring food, instinct is socialized,
forces and potentials are systematically distributed, the self is conceived of
as a member of a collective. Where else is it so easy, without instructors and
capital investments, to realize a program of the humanization and socialization
of natural needs? And what else so fully satisfies the psychological need
common to more and more people: to be occupied in an activity that allows one
not to do anything, but at the same time to be extremely busy? Standing in
line, it is easy to make peace with the world and with oneself.
Although
a line is a hindrance, obstructing the path to a goal, all the same one values
one's place in it highly. It is as if people want to get closer, to destroy the
structure and fall on the booty as a crowd--but something acts as a restraint.
Everybody is gripped by two feelings: superiority over those who are behind and
envy for those who are in front.
The first impulse gradually wins out: protecting one's position from those
nudging from behind is better than grabbing from those standing ahead. Why? The
line is moving; the anterior part, and consequently envy, is melting away,
while the tail end, and correspondingly, superiority, is growing, one's place
is becoming more and more valuable. We might say that society, living in the future
to a greater degree than in the present, is modeled on the line.
It
is also important that in a line everyone occupies not only a physical, but
also a kind of professional position, everyone is at his post, in this way
solving the problem of temporary unemployment in the time spent away from work.
Everyone is not only occupying his place, but also guarding it, patrolling the
Polovtsian steppe, from which at any time audacious invaders might gallop out,
or ingratiating scouts might creep forward. The order of the line as a whole
depends upon the vigilance of each person, for a chain broken in one
link can no longer unite people and lead to a single goal. Standing in line is
also surveillance of the line, a work of monitoring and checking, which, as we know,
guarantees the dictatorship of the majority over the minority.
In
the same way the moral principle, "one for all and all for one," is
realized, acquiring a spatial clarity: "one behind all and all behind
one," since each person, by letting no one in front of them, also does not
let anyone cut in anywhere in the line. Personal interest guards the social
interest.
Another
theoretical principle, "equality without egalitarianism," is also
realized, since access to the line is open to all, but, having gotten in, each
person acquires an ordinal number that distinguishes him or her from all the
others. The queue is a social mathematician's dream, the incarnation of the
Pythagorean's utopia of a kingdom of embodied numbers, where each person is
distinguished from the other only by an ordinal number. Here any entity may
actually be conveyed by a number (Pythagorus), and its entire peculiarity is
solely in the quantitative rank, so that it is precisely the numerical model
that engenders the order of the social universe.[ii]
If the crowd is chaos, then the queue is the cosmos, arranged according to the
laws of numerical harmony. But, in distinction to the classical cosmos, the
modern cosmos is thrust into history, and the number acquires the
characteristic of self-propulsion. The one in line constantly changes his or
her number, the line is a natural series in movement, from hundreds to tens and
ones, and then again in the same reverse order. For the one who has left the
line, or, more precisely, for the one who has reached the end--what's left to
do? Go home, eat, lie down, rest, and, having devastated the standing supply,
get once again into the same line, which has not ended, but has only been
conventionally interrupted for the night.
This
is why the line, like a wise serpent-temptress, constantly devours its own
tail: anterior continuously becomes posterior. The queue presents itself as a
straight line only in appearance; in reality it is a circle, the end of which
closes with the beginning. He who exits from the front walks around the line
and again turns up behind.
The
dialectic of existence is infinite in its circular rotation, in its coupling of
causes and effects. Infinite also is our queue--the Pharaohs' pyramid, where
the stones from below are continuously removed in order to build the upper
part; where humanity again and again attempts, using numerical finitude, to
produce the infiniteness of the natural series. And everyone has already been
in all the lines many times, has been inserted into the first million, and the
second, and the third--an innocent shuffling of social daydreamers who have
been compelled to strive for infinite goals with finite human means, and for
that reason have sent these goals out for repeated wear.
Perhaps
the queue will indeed remain from our times as have the pyramids from the
Egyptians', a worthy monument to the civilization of the natural sequence,
units bridging their path to glory and eternity. The queue is that same
pyramid, but a "humanistic" one, formed not from stones, but from
people, and for that reason flowing in time, and not frozen in space. The
progress is obvious: that was pre-historical time, while ours is historical,
which is why the pyramids are arranged not in a sandy desert, but in the sands
of time. The pyramids are made of innumerable grain-minutes, of the clodded
days and years that each person has wrenched from his own life and raised,
having passed along the steps of all the lines he has stood in, to the next
plateau of this ossified heap of moments. In the construction of this pyramid,
every slave raises his stone, his hour--and steps down, in order to hoist upon
himself and raise the next one, following in the footsteps of all his
predecessors. The queue at times appears as a chain of people uninterruptedly
transmitting hand-to-hand something invisible to each other: these are the
stones of time, being hoisted onto that common place toward which all queues
flow together and which one, remembering the Egyptian prototype, can call the
desert of time, or absolute zero. The grandeur of the queue, like the grandeur
of the pyramid, is reduced to a zero of the base, to the desert of time and
space. The pyramid needs precisely the desert, for any other, positive relief
of terrain degrades and softens it. Only absolute zero satiates the striving
toward numerical grandeur, toward the consecutive inclusion of all and the
repeated utilization of everyone.
I
recognize you, Rozanov's last love, eternal Egypt, "well-proportioned,
wise, complex"![iii] How this
treacherously loyal writer would have fallen in love with his fatherland anew
had he lived to see the pyramids made from the stones scattered in his
"apocalyptic" time. For from the seething, demonstrating crowds that
flooded the Russian streets in the period between the two revolutions, a new,
severely geometric style was crystallized--exactly on the model of the lines
that had been stood in. And the highest, most monumental of these pyramids is,
with good reason, in the main burial-vault, toward which the main queue of the
country leads. The mausoleum is the direct descendant of two monumental
structures: the tomb at its beginning and the line in the continuation. The
Soviet line as superstructure of the Egyptian pyramid.
Thus
do I envision a third volume of Rozanov's Fallen Leaves: there, instead
of the usual hurried notes--"beyond numismatics," "selecting
cigars," "in the water-closet"--would everywhere be one thing
only: "in line." And then--unbroken white pages, so that one could
leaf through it without reading, ending with an identical postscript: "in
line." And under it the date, grandiose in the new fashion: the cued-up
millennium of the next-in-line era [ocherednoe tysiacheletie ocherednoi ery].
Trans. Jeffrey Karlsen
[i] Oblomov and Stolz are heros of Oblomov (1859), a
novel by Ivan Goncharov. Their names are commonly used in Russia to signify,
respectively, laziness, indulging in reveries–-and business activity and efficiency.
[ii] In Aristotle's words,
"since they [the Pythagoreans] saw . . . that the properties and ratios of
the musical scales are based on numbers, and since it seemed clear that all
other things have their whole nature modeled upon numbers, and that numbers are
the ultimate things in the whole physical universe, they assumed the elements
of numbers to be the elements of everything, and the whole universe to be a
proportion or number." Aristotle, The Metaphysics, tr. Hugh
Tredennick (Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard UP, 1956),v. 1, 33.
[iii] V. V. Rozanov,
"Bibleiskaia poeziia," Uedinennoe (Moscow: Politizdat, 1990),
456.