What Most Distinguishes Hatred…

What most distinguishes hatred is its obsessive, permanent and insatiable character, which is only satisfied with the complete and final destruction of its object. Thus, once hatred has been awakened, it is like a flame that cannot be extinguished. For whatever reason, the one who awakens it is better off giving up on any reconciliation. If he is targeted by the masses, he had better be aware that he has got himself into an endless battle.

Discomfort Chases Away Futility…

Discomfort chases away futility with such absolute effectiveness that its arrival often proves to be providential. Without it, how many enterprises would have been neglected, how many decisions would never have been made, how many biographies would no longer exist? So we have to value it as a motivating element, rather than giving in to the more common impulse to complain. When we look at their works, both in abundance and quality, discomfort completely overwhelms comfort.

The Experience of the Wars of the Last Century…

The experience of the wars of the last century has left such a mark on literature that it sometimes bores us to see it recounted again, since we are so far removed from it and it has long since been assimilated. The truth is, however, that it has not been assimilated at all, or at least the generations living today are not drawing on its lessons. It was to be hoped that, with so many accounts, so many examples of intellectuals thrown into prison and who took this circumstance as fuel for their own vocation, something would change in the human understanding of existence, and that at the very least a generation would emerge vaccinated against the mistakes of the recent past. But no, no… it is a myth that one generation starts from the point reached by the previous one. Today, we have to read and reread past stories as experiences that will probably return.

 

In the Middle of the Last Century…

In the middle of the last century, not a few authors reminisced nostalgically about the belle époque, lamenting a general deterioration that ranged from art to everyday life, from opportunities to customs, from quality of life to personal relationships. In most cases, the lament came from authors who had lived through the period as children, and therefore added to the context the memory of their fondest childhood memories. The next generation, born in the post-war period, who grew up listening to their parents’ stories of memorable times gone by, are today the ones who nostalgically recount the customs that have been lost, the opportunities that abounded and the environment that is gone. Curiously, the generation that is coming of age today, if it does not yet regret the golden days of yore, can already safely assume that it will only be a few years before it begins to do so, in view of the current degradation, both visible and widespread. What to say?