Robert A. Heinlein:
The Moon is a Hrash Mistress (excerpts)
   

Robert A. Heinlein:
The Moon is a Hrash Mistress

 

Robert A. Heinlein: The Moon is a Hrash Mistress (excerption)

„It is the key question, dear Wyoming. A radical question that strikes to the root of the whole dilemma of government. Anyone who answers honestly and abides by all consequences knows where he stands–and what he will die for.” Wyoh frowned. ” 'Not moral for a member of the group–'” she said. „Professor. . . what are your political principles?” „May I first ask yours? If you can state them?” „Certainly I can! I'm a Fifth Internationalist, most of the Organization is. Oh, we don't rule out anyone going our way; it's a united front. We have Communists and Fourths and Ruddyites and Societians and Single-Taxers and you name it. But I'm no Marxist; we Fifths have a practical program. Private where private belongs, public where it's needed, and an admission that circumstances alter cases. Nothing doctrinaire.” „Capital punishment?” „For what?” „Let's say for treason. Against Luna after you've freed Luna.” „Treason how? Unless I knew the circumstances I could not decide.” „Nor could I, dear Wyoming. But I believe in capital punishment under some circumstances. . . with this difference. I would not ask a court; I would try, condemn, execute sentence myself, and accept full responsibility.” „But–Professor, what are your political beliefs?” „I'm a rational anarchist.” „I don't know that brand. Anarchist individualist, anarchist Communist, Christian anarchist, philosophical anarchist, syndicalist, libertarian–those I know. But what's this? Randite?” „I can get along with a Randite. A rational anarchist believes that concepts such as 'state' and 'society' and 'government' have no existence save as physically exemplified in the acts of self-responsible individuals. He believes that it is impossible to shift blame, share blame, distribute blame. . . as blame, guilt, responsibility are matters taking place inside human beings singly and nowhere else. But being rational, he knows that not all individuals hold his evaluations, so he tries to live perfectly in an imperfect world. . . aware that his effort will be less than perfect yet undismayed by self-knowledge of self-failure.” „Hear, hear!” I said. ” 'Less than perfect.' What I've been aiming for all my life.” „You've achieved it,” said Wyoh. „Professor, your words sound good but there is something slippery about them. Too much power in the hands of individuals–surely you would not want. . . well, H-missiles for example–to be controlled by one irresponsible person?” „My point is that one person is responsible. Always. If H-bombs exist–and they do–some man controls them. In tern of morals there is no such thing as 'state.' Just men. Individuals. Each responsible for his own acts.” „Anybody need a refill?” I asked.
Nothing uses up alcohol faster than political argument. I sent for another bottle.
I did not take part. I was not dissatisfied back when we were „ground under Iron Heel of Authority.” I cheated Authority and rest of time didn't think about it. Didn't think about getting rid of Authority–impossible. Go own way, mind own business, not be bothered–
True, didn't have luxuries then; by Earthside standards we were poor. If had to be imported, mostly did without; don't think there was a powered door in all Luna. Even p-suits used to be fetched up from Terra–until a smart Chinee before I was born figured how to make „monkey copies” better and simpler. (Could dump two Chinee down in one of our maria and they would get rich selling rocks to each other while raising twelve kids. Then a Hindu would sell retail stuff he got from them wholesale–below cost at fat profit. We got along.)
I had seen those luxuries Earthside. Wasn't worth what they put up with. Don't mean heavy gravity, that doesn't bother them; I mean nonsense. All time kukai moa. If chicken guano in one earthworm city were shipped to Luna, fertilizer problem would be solved for century. Do this. Don't do that. Stay back of line. Where's tax receipt? Fill out form. Let's see license. Submit six copies. Exit only. No left turn. No right turn. Queue up to pay fine. Take back and get stamped. Drop dead–but first get permit.
Wyoh plowed doggedly into Prof, certain she had all answers. But Prof was interested in questions rather than answers, which baffled her. Finally she said, „Professor, I can't understand you. I don't insist that you call it 'government'–I just want you to state what rules you think are necessary to insure equal freedom for all.” „Dear lady, I'll happily accept your rules.” „But you don't seem to want any rules!” „True. But I will accept any rules that you feel necessary to your freedom. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.” „You would not abide by a law that the majority felt was necessary?” „Tell me what law, dear lady, and I will tell you whether I will obey it.”