Review: A tribute to misanthropy. A litany of reasons for hating human nature. I have quoted only a few of the many very quotable execrations against humanity that fill this essay. And it begins with not hating oneself enough.
“But so it is, that there is a secret affinity [with], a hankering after, evil in the human mind, and that it takes a perverse, but a fortunate delight in mischief, since it is a never-failing source of satisfaction.”
“Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.”
“…a whole town runs to be present at a fire, and the spectator by no means exults to see it extinguished.”
“Men assemble in crowds with eager enthusiasm, to witness a tragedy.”
“Have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do. And chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.”
The Art of the Personal Essay: An Anthology from the Classical Era to the Present. Ed. Phillip Lopate.
: Anchor Books. A Division of Random House, Inc. 1995. New York