“[T]hat done, he put on his dry clothes, lighted his pipe, and leaning against the bulwarks, and mildly eyeing those around him, seemed to be saying to himself—‘It’s a joint-stock world, in all meridians. We cannibals must help these Christians.’”—Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale
“Oh! you mustn’t! you mustn’t,” exclaimed Edna, and pushing back her chair she got up, and going behind him placed her hand over his mouth. He kissed the soft palm that pressed upon his lips.
“No, no, I won’t Mrs. Pontellier. I didn’t know you meant it,” looking up at her with caressing eyes. The touch of his lips was like a pleasing sting to her hand. She lifted the garland of roses from his head and flung it across the room.
“Come, Victor; you’ve posed long enough. Give Mrs. Highcamp her scarf.”
“In view of these difficulties, each of us will be well advised, on some suitable occasion, to make a bow to the deeply moral nature of mankind; it will help us to be generally popular and much will be forgiven us by it.”—Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents, VI
“I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer.”—
Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Book 4 §274
I love this so much, but I wonder if the possibility of “looking away” isn’t a dangerous luxury (or the sneakiest negation of all).