The Children of Men is a story of a world with no children. What will be the world like if humans are unable to produce children anymore? Will the world become more miserable than it already is? The first part of the book was engaging but the second half becomes ‘too filmi’ when we are taken on a journey with the dissidents.
The petty bureaucrats of tyranny, men who relish the carefully measured meed of power permitted to them, who need to walk in the aura of manufactured fear, to know that the fear precedes them as they enter a room and will linger like a smell after they have left, but who have neither the sadism nor the courage for the ultimate cruelty.
People have no persistence. They take up enthusiasms but quickly tire, particularly if their interest isn’t continually stimulated.
The world is changed not by the self-regarding, but by men and women prepared to make fools of themselves.
We live in the same house, but we’re like dodgers or guests in the same hotel.