It Is Hard to Gauge How Mediocre…

It is hard to gauge how mediocre a man has to be to not only adapt to, but take as his own an idea conceived by half a dozen bureaucrats, which directly confronts what is truly his. An idea, sometimes unprecedented in human history, sometimes grossly stupid, unequivocally nonsensical and infamous, whose application involves a drastic and sudden behavioral change, whose practical effect is to demean the past and break a long and honorable tradition, but an idea that is nevertheless swallowed up! Such success seems to indicate that a society can be physically destroyed by an external agent, but that it can only be corrupted voluntarily.

Sometimes It Is Very Difficult to Detect…

Sometimes it is very difficult to detect falsehood when analyzing just words, but it is always possible to assume how much the sender gains from uttering them. In other words, we can always measure their impact on his personal interests. None of this is new; however, this little-practiced exercise is great for classifying those who demand caution, and those whose speech authenticity can be trusted.

It is always a great challenge to balance…

It is always a great challenge to balance conflicting tensions when a predominant tendency manifests itself in the spirit, either compelling externalization or internalization. The personality often reveals this difficulty, the main problem of which is not to follow or move away from the innate tendency, but to deal with the opposite, which often presents itself as a duty. A duty, then, to act against one’s nature, to continually do the most painful thing, under constant threat of condemnation by one’s conscience! Perhaps this is the greatest usefulness of biographies: to record the sprouts of this conflict in the lives of those for whom living is opposed to doing work.

Of All the Characteristics of the Modern Intellectual…

Of all the characteristics of the modern intellectual, as conceived by Paul Johnson, perhaps none causes more strangeness—or is it shame?—than this inordinate vanity, which is not limited to the high concept that the intellectual has of himself, but pretends to be an innate debt that others owe him. What is there to say? There are no words for this pretension, well illustrated by the amusing “begging letters”. There is nothing unusual about the affliction caused by the lack of means, which generates a feeling of injustice, as experienced by Raskólnikov. But at least he acts; even if recklessly, he seeks through his own actions what he thinks he deserves. A delirium, it is true, but the use of force denotes an awareness of the ineffectiveness of the argument, of the nonsense that would be trying to convince someone of a debt because of his superiority. This is such a detachment from reality that it can only go back to the most elementary questions of raising…