Karel Capek FACTORY FOR ABSOLUTE The complete book (ebook) INTRODUCTION Preface that follows, I wanted to actually write it to the first issue, I did no t do it first, probably in a fit of laziness, of which no longer remember, first of fatalism, because I think that the preface has nothing to rectify. When the book came out, I have read about her various welldeserved criticism: that suppo sedly compares Balzakovu Search for the Absolute, that is undignified ending enj oyment of sausages, and especially that it's not a real novel. That's what I was hitting right on the head like a nail. Confess that it is not at all novel. I w ould now like to apologize to say under what circumstances, this book does not b ecome a novel. One spring day about four hours in the afternoon I wrote RUR, then I threw the p en in relief and went for a walk on Nebozizek. At first I was pretty vol Well, I got rid of hard work, of which evolved a sense of emptiness and then I found it excruciatingly bored. I said that I spoiled the day anyway, and therefore prefe r to go home and write a newspaper essay. Such determination is usually a man, h ave no idea, what will actually write in here so some time walking around the ro om, whistling to a song that can not get rid of, or catching flies, then he reme mbers something and starts to write. Also, when I remembered some old ideas, I n ařezal quarters of paper and began to write my essay. When I was in the third quarter carcase, I found that this is a short essay on p ower, and that this may have to be six columns, so the whole thing stuck in half a sentence to the third quarter carcase. After two months in the country attacked me and the loneliness of rain, there wa s no other to avoid: I bought the paper and I began to write the six feuilletons . Persistent rain and perhaps a penchant for substance fault, that I have writte n twelve chapters and divided into six bar even further. Whereupon I sent the tw elve chapters of a newspaper that is marked by a chapter in Pondělníku, swear that I will finish far end. But life is nezbadatelný; released eleven chapters, and I had a line on, I forgot that it is based, and most importantly, I forgot how it should be continued. Pri nter chasing me, I sent the end, that I (as a girl in a fairy tale I threw her a new chapter in your way, give me a few days, fleeing persecution room printer h e dropped my chapter by chapter, I wanted to overtake, but "she was behind me ju mp you leap ": As I zigzagged hunted hare, I threw all the way, I got the time a nd could still somehow correct what I messed up during the chase. Judge for your self nedrženi I have quite a long time, yet it took eighteen chapters before I pus hed White Ensign end. Yea, that this book has a coherent happening? Is not it th rilling and epic storyline, how the author, Erinyes hounded, escapes to the soli tude of mountains and still lifes editorial on Saint Kilda, in Hradec Kralove, i n the Pacific atoll within seven cottages and then a pub table U Damohorských that only when, with his arms folded and plunges his pursuers in the face of recent arguments surrendered? Watch with bated breath, how to bel ieve until the last moment, that JSA mercilessly chased despite everything i s going to kind of goal and he pursues the idea of some sort, and left him in the thirtieth chapter of breath, he left the strange belief that the winding road, w hich just took place, was a sort of common sense. This is the true story of the novel, which really is not novel, but a series fejetonovým : he name of it now als o připichuji. In October 1926, Karel Capek CHAPTER I ADVERTISEMENT On New Year's Day 1943, Mr. GH Bondy, president of the MEAS races, reading newsp apers as ever, jumped a bit disrespectful reports from the battlefield to avoid a cabinet crisis and set sail full sail ( People newspaper as long ago quintupl ed its size, the sheets would be sufficient to ocean voyage ) to the National s ection manager. Here cruised proper moment, then rolled the sails and let the ro cking dreaming. "The coal crisis," he said, "running down, Ostrava Basin stopped working for yea rs. For God's sake, it is a disaster. We carry the Upper Silesian coal, please n ote, what we will raise the price of our products, and then talk to me about the contest! We are on the stack, and if Germany will increase fares, we can close the lodge. and host decreased. Oh God, what small proportions! What a tight, stu pid, futile relationships! Oh, damn crisis! " Mr. GH Bondy, chairman, dropped. Something hauntingly irritated him. He watched it until it found the last page of the newspaper delayed. It was a word LEZ. In fact, only half a word, because the newspaper just before the L translated. It w as just the halfheartedness, which is thought of as extraordinary. "Well, gosh, there will probably IRON," he Bondy indefinitely, "or not situated. Or finding. And nitrogen stocks also fell. Terrible stagnation. Small, ridiculously small p roportions. But that's nonsense, who could find advertised? Rather loss . He's got about a loss of State, anyway. " Somewhat annoyed, Mr. GH Bondy spread newspaper to get rid of unpleasant words. Now quite disappeared board advertisements. He chased the column after column, h e hid with annoying deliberate. Now, Mr. Bondy and finally started to bottom fro m the right side. The finding was that obnoxious there. GH Bondy was waived. He folded the paper again, and lo and behold, hated LEZ jum ped the border itself, and there is thus caught his finger, opened the newspaper and quickly found ... Mr. Bondy zasakroval quietly. It was altogether a very mo dest, very ordinary inzerátek: INVENTION very lucrative, for every factory, immediately sold out of personal re asons. Questions about inž. R. Mark Brevnov 1651st "This to me was worth it!" thought Mr. GH Bondy. "Any patent braces, or any podvůd ek Fool's toy, and I lost it five minutes! And I no longer plays around. Small p roportions. And no, no boom!" President Bondy now put the rocking chair so comfortable awoke a little bitterne ss ratios. True, MEAS has ten factories and thirtyfour thousand workers. MEAS r esults in iron. MEAS is no competition in the boilers. MEAS grates are a global brand. But in twenty years of work, my God, would be procured elsewhere somethin g bigger GH Bondy was abruptly sat down. "Engineer Mark, an engineer Mark! Wait, is not t hat rusty Mark as quickly named Rudolf, Mark Ruda, Ruda friend of the technique? Indeed, here in the inzerátě: inž. Mark R., Rudo, the tyke, it is possible? and poor, you're it worked out! sell very lucrative invention, 'haha, from personal reaso ns', we already know the personal reasons, you have no money, right? Would you l ike to catch a Jackdaw industrial usmolený patent, well, always You used to be a l ittle obsessed with the idea of overturning the world. Oh, my lad, where are our b ig ideas! Our generous and youth quack! " The president again asked Bondy. "Maybe it's really Mark," he mused. "But Mark w as head of science. A little chatterbox, but the kid had something brilliant. He thought. Otherwise terribly impractical man. Actually insane. It's strange, "said Mr. Bondy," there is no professor. Over twenty years I've seen him, who knows what they did, perh aps entirely met. Indeed, certainly met, and lives in Brevnov, poor ... and live with inventions! Fearful of the end! " Mr. Bondy was trying to imagine the poverty stricken inventor. He managed to con trive a wonderfully bearded, disheveled head, around the walls are dreary and ha rd like in the movie. No furniture, mattresses in the corner, on the table a poo r model of coils, nails and burnt matches, dim screen leads to the backyard. And in this unspeakable trash boldly visit to coat. "I'm going to look at your inve ntion." Halfblind inventor knows an old friend, humbly bowing spiky head, looki ng, where guests sit down, and now, good God, zkřehlými, pathetic, trembling fingers , trying to bring in their pathetic movement invention, a kind of perpetual moti on foolish, confused, and Jabber, as it It should run, how would certainly be ru nning, though if he if he could buy Visit to coat his eyes wandering all over the loft closet, and suddenly pulls out a leather bag from his pocket and put a thousand on the table, the second ("Enough, already "afraid for yourself, Mr. Bond) and a third. ("The thousand would finally mend s o far," said Mr. Bondy something.) "This is ... for the job, Mr. Marcus, no no, not quite nothing required. What, Who am I? It does not matter. Think that your friend. " President Bondy was very pleased and impressed by this image. "I will send my se cretary to Mark," he determined, "now or tomorrow. And what do I do now? Is a ho liday in the factory going, I actually leave Oh, those small proportions! Thro ughout the day have nothing to do! What if himself today he hesitated GH Bondy .