Every attack of a moral nature is, first of all, a testimony of vanity. Those who attack consider themselves morally superior to those who are attacked. But when executed en masse, not only does vanity manifest itself, but cowardice and, who knows, certain sadism, natural to the members of the noble species when unable to control their most perverse impulses. Of these, what is expected of a hyena is expected: a smile of scorn and blood running down their teeth.
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I smile imagining the judge E. T. A. Hoffmann: a judge, in the words of Carpeaux, “of the most honorable and — in difficult times of political reaction — of the most independent ever Prussia had.” I smile at this judge in our esteemed century. I mean: the judge, who was also a very skilled narrator, would be easily destroyed by the stupid and envious hordes who, in these times, have fun ruining lives and careers. Very funny would be, for example, the plot of Die Elixiere des Tenfels, an excellently crafted novel, adapted to our days: an evangelical pastor possessed by the devil is led to murder and incest, succeeding not only in camouflaging his crimes but also in gaining positions in the social pyramid. I ask: is it or is it not fun to imagine what would happen to the reputation of this judge if he had the novel released today? Would he be able, for example, to be appointed to the Supreme Court? The honorable judge in this century would learn what is to be democratically lynched.
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How can one be free if the slightest inattention exposes a vivid need that seems inherent to the human condition itself? That is to say: without constant monitoring, an uninterrupted rational action, and the brain barring the shameful manifestations of dependence and consciously treading its own path, the human being adopts a posture of total insufficiency. And they will have to fantasize to find value where there is no independence…
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There is no irony potent enough to express all the joy of these lines, now surrounded by lively jingles. The truth is that the words, stimulated, are already dancing. Oh, language, how impressive you are when well carved! Future, work, better, real, real, like us, different, different… Hope is the noblest of all the noble gifts given to the noble human spirit. The face, when it smiles in return for the promise, shows the virtue of the soul able to trust the sister of blessing. And together, in harmony, they are both predestined to build the Blessed Municipal Paradise!
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