The Long, Real Tragedies Are at an End

The martyrdom of the philosopher, his sacrifice for the sake of truth, forces into the light whatever of the agitator and actor lurks in him. Every select man strives instinctively for a citadel and a privacy,. where he is free from the crowd, the many, the majority. 26. Whoever, in intercourse with men, does not occasionally glisten in all the green and grey colours of distress, owing to disgust, satiety, sympathy, gloominess and solitouriness, is assuredly not a man of elevated tastes. 27. And pray, don't forget the garden, the garden with golden trellis work, and have people around you who are as