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Hardcover
First published January 1, 1892
‘Hygiene is the product of centuries of filth; it has come to us through millions of rotting and infected forebears. Nothing is lost, everything is gained. I repeat: The bubbles are still in the water. Do you see this book? It’s Don Quixote. If I destroy my copy, I won’t be destroying the work itself, for it lives on eternally in surviving copies and future editions. Eternally beautiful, beautifully eternal—.”’
‘Imagine for a moment a field of potatoes and two starving tribes. There are only enough potatoes to feed one tribe, which would thereby gain sufficient strength to cross the mountains and reach the other slope, where there is an abundance of potatoes. But if the two tribes divided the field of potatoes between them peacefully, there wouldn’t be enough to nourish both tribes sufficiently, and they would all die of starvation. Peace, in this case, is destruction; war is preservation. One of the tribes exterminates the other and reaps the spoils. Hence the joy of victory, the hymns, acclamations, public recompense, and all the other effects of belligerent actions. If war was not thus, there would be no such response, for the practical reason that man only cherishes and commemorates what is pleasing or advantageous to him, and for the rational reason that no one extols an action that will potentially destroy them. To the vanquished, loathing or compassion; to the winner, the potatoes.’
“Poor Quincas Borba! You like your master, don’t you? Rubião’s a very good friend of Quincas Borba.”
And the dog slowly moved his head from left to right, helping to distribute the caresses to the two drooping ears.
"Moral quilts made of one piece are so rare!" (79)