E. Demarcy-Mota on “Rhinoceros” by Ionesco

There is no dictator of the rhinoceroses that they all obey; they all turn into similar animals and don’t identify a leader.   It is self-inflicted servitude without a tyrant…   what I suppose is an allegory is more like an epidemic.    There is no chief, no king of the plague. In it, we see a strange strength: we just become Rhinoceroses, by cowardice, convenience, laziness, without being asked.

It isn’t the tyrant that makes us do it, it’s our neighbor – it’s him, it’s you, and in the end, it’s me.    It can be compared to the tyranny of fashion or that of public manners, a mechanical description of familiar consumption society, and above all, the capitalist master.