Atop the Magic Mountain, 'The Great Reset'

Michael Walsh15 Aug, 2020 6 Min Read
Atop the sinister Magic Mountain, dread Klaus lies scheming.

In case you're curious about what the international Left has in store for you, and just how much they despise you, freedom, personal liberty, capitalism (even though, like George Soros, they're all "capitalists"), you could do worse than to cast your eyes in the direction of the little town of Davos, high in the Swiss Alps. For a century, it was famous as the sanatorium of choice for Europe's consumptives -- sick, neurasthenic victims immortalized in Thomas Mann's masterpiece, Der Zauberberg (The Magic Mountain).

Here, in the translation of H.T. Lowe-Porter, is how The Magic Mountain begins:

An unassuming young man was travelling, in midsummer, from his native city of Hamburg to Davos-Platz in the Canton of the Grisons, on a three weeks’ visit.

From Hamburg to Davos is a long journey — too long, indeed, for so brief a stay. It crosses all sorts of country; goes up hill and down dale, descends from the plateau of Southern Germany to the shore of Lake Constance, over its bounding waves and on across marshes once thought to be bottomless.

At this point the route, which has been so far over trunk-lines, gets cut up. There are stops and formalities. At Rorschach, in Swiss territory, you take train again, but only as far as Landquart, a small Alpine station, where you have to change. Here, after a long and windy wait in a spot devoid of charm, you mount a narrow-gauge train; and as the small but very powerful engine gets under way, there begins the thrilling part of the journey, a steep and steady climb that seems never to come to an end. For the station of Landquart lies at a relatively low altitude, but now the wild and rocky route pushes grimly onward into the Alps themselves.

Hans Castorp — such was the young man’s name — sat alone in his little grey-upholstered compartment, with his alligator-skin hand-bag, a present from his uncle and guardian, Consul Tienappel — let us get the introductions over with at once — his travelling- rug, and his winter overcoat swinging on its hook. The window was down, the afternoon grew cool, and he, a tender product of the sheltered life, had turned up the collar of his fashionably cut, silk-lined summer overcoat. Near him on the seat lay a paper-bound volume entitled Ocean Steamships; earlier in the journey he had studied it off and on, but now it lay neglected, and the breath of the panting engine, streaming in, defiled its cover with particles of soot.

Once in the sanatorium, Hans becomes the ideological captive of two memorable fellow-sufferers: the Jew-turned Jesuit, Leo Naphta, and the Italian secular humanist, Ludovico Settembrini. Their prolonged battle for Castorp's soul as Europe awaits the Guns of August occupies much of the novel. And that global conflict resulted in not only World War II but the Cold War as well. Indeed, we're still dealing with its disastrous legacy.

The Left, it seems, is always itching for a fight, during which it can impose its noxious brand of vicious conformity. In the last century, it went by such names as Marxism, Communism, and National Socialism. Here's its latest incarnation:

A disciplined, well-regulated, orderly society in which all men are brothers and everybody knows his place in the Matrix, er... the system. Perhaps we now have a notion of why such ostensibly "conservative" publications such as the zombie shell of National Review have long reported -- in a very flattering way! -- about the goings-on at Davos. There's just something so darn fascinating about watching our betters disport themselves like Clavdia Chauchat and Mynheer Peeperkorn in the snows of a yesteryear that never quite was. Especially when we know the sequel.

Here's a sample

Davos, Switzerland — A pleasure it is to write to you from the Annual Meeting of the World Economic Forum, high up here in the Alps. As you may know, this meeting takes place every January, in Davos, Switzerland — home of the Magic Mountain, site of the revered Thomas Mann novel. (And someday I’ll get through it — right after Bleak House.)

In years past, I have described Davos as a fairytale setting, or a shakeup globe. It looks this way more than ever now. When I pulled in, it was snowing, and I saw a horse-drawn sleigh. It seemed almost too ideal to be real. But real it was, and is. The pine trees (or whatever one is supposed to call them) are groaning with snow, looking like umbrellas, being folded down.

That the writer could so blithely toss off both Der Zauberberg and Dickens' Bleak House -- two of the greatest novels ever written -- says something about both the publication and the writer. If you want to try something that's hard to get through, try anything by Nobel Prize-wining author and progressive favorite Toni Morrison. How bad is she? This bad:

Don’t be afraid. My telling can’t hurt you in spite of what I have done and I promise to lie quietly in the dark -- weeping perhaps or occasionally seeing the blood once more -- but I will never again unfold my limbs to rise up and bare teeth. I explain. You can think what I tell you a confession, if you like, but one full of curiosities familiar only in dreams and during those moments when a dog’s profile plays on the steam of a kettle. Or when a corn-husk doll sitting on a shelf is soon splaying in the corner of a room and the wicked of how it got there is plain. Stranger things happen all the time everywhere. You know. I know you know.

By contrast, here is the arresting opening of Bleak House:

London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ‘prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.

And the beginning of The Magic Mountain -- which won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1929 -- you can read above.

Imagine there's no countries;
It isn't hard to do.

Which brings us back to Davos and to the World Economic Forum and its plans for the peons of the world, whom they very much don't want to unite [Marxist language in bold]:

The Covid-19 crisis, and the political, economic and social disruptions it has caused, is fundamentally changing the traditional context for decision-making. The inconsistencies, inadequacies and contradictions of multiple systems –from health and financial to energy and education – are more exposed than ever amidst a global context of concern for lives, livelihoods and the planet. Leaders find themselves at a historic crossroads, managing short-term pressures against medium- and long-term uncertainties.

As we enter a unique window of opportunity to shape the recovery, this initiative will offer insights to help inform all those determining the future state of global relations, the direction of national economies, the priorities of societies, the nature of business models and the management of a global commons. Drawing from the vision and vast expertise of the leaders engaged across the Forum’s communities, the Great Reset initiative has a set of dimensions to build a new social contract that honours the dignity of every human being.

Unsurprisingly, they're ready to start right away:

  • “The Great Reset” will be the theme of a unique twin summit in January 2021, convened by the World Economic Forum.
  • “The Great Reset” is a commitment to jointly and urgently build the foundations of our economic and social system for a more fair, sustainable and resilient future.
  • It requires a new social contract centred on human dignity, social justice and where societal progress does not fall behind economic development.
  • The global health crisis has laid bare longstanding ruptures in our economies and societies, and created a social crisis that urgently requires decent, meaningful jobs.
  • The twin summit will be both in-person and virtual, connecting key global governmental and business leaders in Davos with a global multistakeholder network in 400 cities around the world for a forward-oriented dialogue driven by the younger generation.

Is this what you want? Is this what you voted for? Is this the life you desire? To be an admiring plaything of the Davos elite, caught like poor Hans Castorp in zugzwang at the Berghof clinic?  We've been having this same discussion for more than a century, and it always ends up in the same place. A velvet prison with plays, music, even opera. Where absolutely everyone is well treated. And where all the best people go.

Michael Walsh is a journalist, author, and screenwriter. He was for 16 years the music critic and a foreign correspondent for Time Magazine. His works include the novels As Time Goes By, And All the Saints, and the bestselling “Devlin” series of NSA thrillers; as well as the nonfiction bestseller, The Devil’s Pleasure Palace and its sequel, The Fiery Angel. Last Stands, a study of military history from the Greeks to the present, was published by St. Martin's Press in December 2019. He is also the editor of Against the Great Reset: 18 Theses Contra the New World Order, published on Oct. 18, 2022, and of the forthcoming Against the Corporate Media. Follow him on Twitter: @theAmanuensis


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11 comments on “Atop the Magic Mountain, 'The Great Reset'”

  1. I'm a little late finding this website. Magic Mountain sounded so familiar I looked on my classics bookshelf and there it was. Inside at page 69 was a book marker. My 1981 copyright has 726 pages. I remember why I did not continue reading....I found it too slow and reading names I could not pronounce was frustrating. So, like John Patterson, I will pick it up again and perhaps find a copy of Bleak House. My two sons were warning me since the 1990s that our country was off-kilter, to put it lightly, so I started to pay attention and Waco and Ruby Ridge were my wake-up. With Obama's re-election I understood just how drastically the population had changed. Then the lies of the Left - Trump was a Russia agent which are still believed today. Then the Deep State pandemic deception were more than half surrender the bulk of their rights and willing so. That does not bode well for an adequate push back on the GR/NWO. My hope is the Left will continue to overplay its hand, that Trump put enough constitutional jurist throughout the court system, and the WEF will become even more confident with, and public about, it scheme. But what to do about the Edomites/Zionist that control the worlds wealth?

  2. I have missed you since you left PJM Michael.
    Heavens no, I don’t want their order. I want messiness with some chaos thrown in and enough of that fog to keep them from seeing what I am up to. For that reason you cannot find me on Facebook, Twatter, Insaneagram or other data mining sloughs of the Matrix. Won’t they ever leave us alone ? They know, and we know, that their proposals are failures and ways of picking our pockets. I am sick of their word salad speeches and fake “caring.” We all know that this is just about the jumped up Five Star facilities and Haute Cuisine and impressing each other with the Italian leather for sale in the boutiques. Here’s the deal Michael: Bible reading farmers and tradesmen and their families created the greatest country ever by sheer force of will and hard work with no help from them. We dug up sod for our houses and felled trees for rafts to conquer the mighty rivers. We set up schools in the wilderness and churches in the plains. The people know what we’re doing, and they can take their remedies and sod off.

  3. How many of the people in that video believe what they say,I wonder. I watch HRH Prince Charles think his big thinks out loud and wonder: who feeds him this pablum? They sure are proud of themselves, either because they're on a mission from God or because pulling this con demonstrates their superiority.

  4. "Exactly" to all of what you write above. Another characteristic of the global fascist success story is the organic growth, roots, branches and symbiotes, of undirected - only reactive - elements such as the legal community, academia and journalist/entertainers. The nature of people inclined toward authoritarianism has been held in check to varying degrees since Magna Carta but it appears to have run amok since the 1960s, evidenced by the many-front war against goodness but on the side of despots.

  5. The "global reset" does allow "our betters" a unique opportunity. Namely, to recognize the damage they have done. And then to decide to leave us alone.

  6. The WEF and it’s toadies are in a struggle for relevance that, hopefully, the world will deny them. They live in an intellectual fairyland. What of any consequence has this organization ever accomplished?

  7. If you took away the billions of dollars & the opportunities of “being in the clique” being offered as inducement to “get on board” the handful of ideologues selling this ride on their crazy train of Global Order it would rapidly dissolve Thus, it boils down to no more than the greatest crime of extortion being perpetrated on a greedy, ambitious, power hungry group of elites, in positions of influence worldwide.
    Their efforts, however, in infiltrating every known institution, governmental and otherwise, in every country around the world, with their vision of One World Order, is nothing short of breathtaking.
    We are at a crossroads in history one, after the lessons history and WWI and II, one would have once thought impossible.
    In the US alone, the success of the level of brainwashing and indoctrination to their agenda over the last 3-5 decades is nothing short of stunning.
    We may very well be witnessing the last gasp of any notion of Liberty, (short of a divine intervention), as the battle we are in the midst of right now comes down to a battle for that very most basic of promises our country was founded upon.

  8. I think you might be a little unfair to Jay Nordlinger, the author of the National Review article quoted above. He was describing Davos the place, poetically but accurately. His views of the forum itself are much more skeptical, although I can understand how his dry comments might be misinterpreted. The rest of the article is informative and sensible.

  9. I guess I need to try again to finish Magic Mountain, and start Bleak House. Until Mr. Walsh's new book in December.

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