"It seems to me that we are profoundly ignorant of ourselves"
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Bond’s line lands like a diagnosis delivered without anesthesia: the problem isn’t that we lack information, it’s that we don’t know what to do with being human. “Profoundly” does heavy lifting here. It turns ignorance from a fixable gap into a structural condition, something built into how we live, how we talk, how we justify ourselves. The modest preface - “It seems to me” - isn’t softness; it’s a playwright’s strategy. Bond isn’t issuing doctrine from a pulpit. He’s staging a verdict that the audience has to recognize as their own.
The subtext is classic Bond: violence, cruelty, and social collapse aren’t aberrations committed by monsters; they’re what happens when ordinary people outsource self-understanding to systems - class, state power, tradition, consumer comfort - that reward compliance over clarity. His theatre keeps insisting that morality isn’t a private vibe but a public consequence. If we’re ignorant of ourselves, we’ll keep reenacting the same harms while telling ourselves flattering stories about necessity, order, or “how the world is.”
Context matters because Bond writes in postwar Britain, amid the aftershocks of fascism, the Cold War, and a domestic culture that often preferred politeness to confrontation. His plays press audiences into discomfort precisely to puncture that polite self-mythology. The line works because it’s both intimate and accusatory: a quiet sentence that implies an emergency. It doesn’t ask you to feel guilty; it dares you to stop pretending you’re innocent.
The subtext is classic Bond: violence, cruelty, and social collapse aren’t aberrations committed by monsters; they’re what happens when ordinary people outsource self-understanding to systems - class, state power, tradition, consumer comfort - that reward compliance over clarity. His theatre keeps insisting that morality isn’t a private vibe but a public consequence. If we’re ignorant of ourselves, we’ll keep reenacting the same harms while telling ourselves flattering stories about necessity, order, or “how the world is.”
Context matters because Bond writes in postwar Britain, amid the aftershocks of fascism, the Cold War, and a domestic culture that often preferred politeness to confrontation. His plays press audiences into discomfort precisely to puncture that polite self-mythology. The line works because it’s both intimate and accusatory: a quiet sentence that implies an emergency. It doesn’t ask you to feel guilty; it dares you to stop pretending you’re innocent.
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