One particularly intractable inmate is the one playing Jacques Roux, a former priest; having turned to radical socialism and with his arms bound in a sort of straitjacket, he shouts at everyone, demanding social justice and urgently crying for revolution.
Brecht’s and Weiss’s Marxism makes this association all the more valid.
Indeed, alienation and fragmentation, as I’ve argued elsewhere, is what has all but killed the revolutionary potential of the First World.
He wrote of the pleasures of whipping and torturing people, but also wrote and knew of the pleasure of being on the , such as on page 764: “I offered my ass; Braschi speared it dry and deep.
This scraping whence resulted mingled pain and pleasure, the moral irritation resulting from the idea of holding the Pope’s prick in my ass, everything marched me toward happiness: I discharged.”).