Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Ialways cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think,well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a singlepolitical argument left.
Therecan be no doubt that the average man blames much more than he praises. Hisinstinct is to blame. If he is satisfied he says nothing; if he is not, hemost illogically kicks up a row.
