Fyodor Dostoevsky

injurious to himself, what is stupid, very stupid--simply in order to have

the right to desire for himself even what is very stupid and not to be

bound by an obligation to desire only what is sensible. Of course, this

very stupid thing, this caprice of ours, may be in reality, gentlemen,

more advantageous for us than anything else on earth, especially in

certain cases. And in particular it may be more advantageous than any

advantage even when it does us obvious harm, and contradicts the

soundest conclusions of our reason concerning our advantage--for in

any circumstances it preserves for us what is most precious and most

important--that is, our personality, our individuality. Some, you see,

maintain that this really is the most precious thing for mankind; choice

can, of course, if it chooses, be in agreement with reason; and especially

if this be not abused but kept within bounds. It is profitable and sometimes

even praiseworthy. But very often, and even most often, choice is

utterly and stubbornly opposed to reason ... and ... and ... do you

know that that, too, is profitable, sometimes even praiseworthy? Gentlemen,

let us suppose that man is not stupid. (Indeed one cannot refuse to

suppose that, if only from the one consideration, that, if man is stupid,

then who is wise?) But if he is not stupid, he is monstrously ungrateful!

Phenomenally ungrateful. In fact, I believe that the best definition of

man is the ungrateful biped. But that is not all, that is not his worst

defect; his worst defect is his perpetual moral obliquity, perpetual--from

the days of the Flood to the Schleswig-Holstein period. Moral obliquity

and consequently lack of good sense; for it has long been accepted that

lack of good sense is due to no other cause than moral obliquity. Put it to

the test and cast your eyes upon the history of mankind. What will you

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