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But one cannot long for the death of everyone or, in the extreme, depopulate the planet in order to enjoy a freedom that cannot be imagined otherwise. My sensibility was opposed to this, and my love for mankind.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
I enjoyed my own nature to the fullest, and we all know that there lies happiness, although, to soothe one another mutually, we occasionally pretend to condemn such joys as selfishness.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
To achieve notoriety it is enough, after all, to kill one’s concierge. Unhappily, this is usually an ephemeral experience, so many concierges are there who deserve and receive the knife. Crime constantly monopolizes the headlines, but the criminal appears there only fugitively, to be replaced at once. In short, such brief triumphs cost too dear.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterbrained woman, sacrificing everything to her, his friendships, his work, the very respectability of his life, and who one evening recognized that he had never loved her. He had been bored, that's all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen-and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen, even loveless slavery, even war or death. Hurray then for funerals!
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
Slavery?—certainly not, we are against it! That we should be forced to establish it at home or in our factories—well, that's natural; but boasting about it, that's the limit!
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
Every man needs slaves as he needs fresh air.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
If the maid looked sad, she poisoned my days. She had a right not to be cheerful, to be sure. But I told myself that it was better for her to perform her service with a laugh than with tears. In fact, it was better for me.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
Just between us, slavery, preferably with a smile, is inevitable then. But we must not admit it. Isn't it better that whoever cannot do without having slaves should call them free men?
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
I had always been aided by an extraordinary ability to forget. I used to forget everything, beginning with my resolutions. Fundamentally, nothing mattered. War, suicide, love, poverty got my attention, of course, when circumstances forced me, but a courteous, superficial attention. At times, I would pretend to get excited about some cause foreign to my daily life. But basically I didn't really take part in it except, of course, when my freedom was thwarted. How can I express it? Everything slid off-yes, just rolled off me.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
Whatca been reading
The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky it’s been really interesting so far. My russian teacher and I have bonded over Dostoevsky in general so I’m relatively excited to go back to school to discuss it with her😖
I kept all my affections within reach to make use of them when I wanted.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
In short, for me to live happily it was essential for the creatures I chose not to live at all. They must receive their life, sporadically, only at my bidding.
I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
I learned at least that I was on the side of the guilty, the accused, only in exactly so far as their crime caused me no harm. Their guilt made me eloquent because I was not its victim.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
I discovered in myself sweet dreams of oppression.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.
In short, I wanted to dominate in all things. This is why I assumed the manner, made a particular point of displaying my physical skill rather than my intellectual gifts. But after having been struck in public without reacting, it was no longer possible for me to cherish that fine picture of myself. If I had been the friend of truth and intelligence I claimed to be, what would that episode have mattered to me? It was already forgotten by those who had witnessed it. I'd have barely accused myself of having got angry over nothing and also, having got angry, of not having managed to face up to the consequences of my anger, for want of presence of mind. Instead of that, I was eager to get my revenge, to strike and conquer.
-The Fall, Albert Camus.