Imagine a rather peculiar scenario where one morning you wake up and find yourself completely surrounded by rhinoceros. To your utter astonishment, your relatives, friends, and colleagues have all shed their human forms and donned the tough skin of these mighty animals. The mystery begs to be solved: what was the initial cause of these strange metamorphoses? Were they accidental or the result of a deliberate act?
The sudden appearance of a rhino in a provincial town sends its inhabitants into a state of restlessness and suspicion. Heated discussions break out regarding the origin and appearance of this unexpected visitor. People engage in fierce arguments, debating whether it has come from the vast plains of Africa or the diverse landscapes of Asia. Meanwhile, the number of rhinos in the town begins to increase at an alarming rate.
What could be the reasons behind these conversions? One might assume that people have fallen victim to the powerful spell of an evil magician. Or perhaps conjecture that they are transforming into rhinos due to an incredibly rare disease. However, as it turns out, the truth is far more prosaic. Some individuals have voluntarily chosen to become these thick-skinned creatures, while others are seriously contemplating taking such a fateful step.
But why did the author specifically choose rhinos and not, for example, butterflies or fish? The thick skin of the rhino implies an organic deficiency in their ability to feel for others and sympathize with them. By analogy, those few individuals who are striving to maintain their humanity should not hold out any hope for empathy from the converted rhinos.
If I were one of those attempting to preserve my human shape, my greatest concern would be the rhino-neophytes. They might be eager to prove their complete belonging to the group of rhinos with great enthusiasm. This could be metaphorically described as the desire “to be more Catholic than the Pope himself.”
The reader cannot help but be struck by the rapidity with which the number of rhinos in the town grows. This, of course, comes at the expense of the human population. Today, the animals are still in the minority, but tomorrow, they will be everywhere you look. Those who remain human, both literally and figuratively, can only watch helplessly as events unfold.
It is difficult to determine precisely where the bifurcation point lies between the two different world orders. At what exact moment did the normal and the abnormal switch places? Regardless of such “details,” the power of the rhinos is steadily increasing.
Should the decision to become a rhino be a difficult one? What is preventing the remaining population from abandoning their human form and joining the majority? It is a pity that rhinos probably do not possess a sense of humor and are deprived of pleasant memories. Otherwise, they might be a more acceptable choice.
The essence of this slightly Kafkaesque story is manifested in a famous tale about the “well of madness.” When most people in an imaginary kingdom drink water from this well and go mad, those who have not yet tasted this “crazy” water become outcasts of society. As a result, they end up having to drink from the well, just like everyone else, in order to be accepted by society.
The play by Ionesco also explores how the quantitative majority begins to dictate ethical standards to everyone. As the proverb goes, “when in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Odds are, the very first rhino predetermined the fate of the town. But the question remains unanswered.
Listen, Jean. I have no leisure time at all. People in this city are driven crazy. I wasn't made for the job I have... Every day at the office, eight hours straight and only three weeks of vacation in the summer! By Saturday afternoon, I'm so tired that finally I understand; for a little bit of leisure... I wasn't made for this. No. I wasn't made for this kind of life.
It seems that my days are just a continuous cycle of work and more work. There's no room for anything else. The stress is piling up, and I feel like I'm on the verge of breaking. I long for those precious moments of freedom and relaxation, but they seem so elusive. I wonder if there's a way out of this rut, a way to find a balance between work and life.
Maybe I need to make some changes. But what? I'm so caught up in this routine that I don't even know where to start. All I know is that I can't keep living like this. There has to be more to life than just work and exhaustion.
Kultova play of one of the leading representatives of the theater of the absurd.
What is this work about? Visions about human herd behavior, about totalitarianism and the psychology of the masses.
In a small town, people suddenly start turning into rhinoceroses. The author does not explain the cause of this amazing phenomenon, but it is not important for the hyperbolized absurd reality. The aim is to show the difference in the reactions of different characters to this sudden metamorphosis.
What is more precious: to remain oneself, or to give in to the power of the Id and follow the crowd towards a bright goal? Individuality or community? Living in a pair or being in a mechanism?
I will definitely read Ionesco again.
"Daisy is amazed all around, amazed at the rhinoceros heads on the walls, in the doors on the stairs, above the railing.
Daisy. These are they who are born. And they are happy. They are good in their skin. It is not visible on them that they are capricious. They are very natural. And they are right.
Berenger (humbly folding his hands in front of his chest and looking at Daisy with despair). I assure you, Daisy, we are right.
Daisy. Well, the pretensions!
Berenger. You know very well that I am right.
Daisy. There is no absolute rightness. The world is right, not you or me.
Berenger. No, Daisy, I am right. Here is the proof: you understand what I am saying.
Daisy. That still doesn't prove anything.
Berenger. Here is the proof: I love you as only a man can love a woman.
Daisy. A ridiculous argument!
Berenger. I won't beg you anymore, Daisy. Beloved, you no longer know what you are saying. Love! Love, the same love…
Daisy. I am a little ashamed of what you call love, of that queasy feeling, that male weakness. And also female. It cannot be compared with the thirst and extraordinary energy with which those creatures around us are even sweating.
Berenger. Energy? You want energy? Here, here's your energy! (He gives her a slap).
Daisy. Ouch! I would never have believed it! (She faints).
Berenger. Oh! Forgive me, beloved, forgive me! (He wants to kiss her, she dodges). Forgive me, beloved, I didn't want to. I don't know what came over me, how I could not restrain myself!
Daisy. It's very simple: you no longer have arguments.
Berenger. Go away-go away! In a few minutes we have already lived a quarter of a century together."
December 18 - 21, 2023.
UNESCO told me the things that I needed to know. We are human beings who have become extinct. Maybe they were telling us that we were going to become extinct, but we didn't believe it. However, as time passed, we got used to it, we became unified, we put aside our principles, values and beliefs, and this gradual copying has made us extinct. And we are completely proud of what we are. We are the majority and since we are the majority, we are right.