To live with an immense and proud composure: always beyond.�To have and not have one�s feelings, one�s for and against, voluntarily, to condescend to them for hours; to sit on them, as if on a horse, often as if on a donkey:�for one needs to know how to use their stupidity as well as their fire. To preserve one�s three hundred foregrounds, as well as one�s dark glasses: for there are occasions when no one should be allowed to look into our eyes, even less into our �reasons.� And to select for company that mischievous and cheerful vice, courtesy. And to remain master of one�s four virtues: courage, insight, sympathy, and loneliness. For solitude is a virtue with us, as a sublime tendency and impulse for cleanliness, which senses how contact between one person and another �in society� must inevitably bring impurity with it. Every community somehow, somewhere, sometime makes people common.
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