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“Nietzsche specifically chooses the French word ressentiment to describe the foundation of slave morality. Ressentiment is a word with a fuller meaning than mere resentment and jealousy. It is a neurosis, a need to inflict pain upon the self as well as upon the other. Ressentiment encompasses the position of the resentful powerless who lack (or enjoy the lack of) the means to purge their resentment by taking revenge. And so, ressentiment led the slaves to lie their weakness into strength, to “take revenge on Rome and its noble and frivolous tolerance” by overturning the previous morality of power and superiority, and replacing it with the moral superiority of victimhood and the glorification of the downtrodden.”
― I Am Dynamite!: A Life of Nietzsche
― I Am Dynamite!: A Life of Nietzsche
“For a bird, there are only two sorts of bird: their own sort, and those that are dangerous. No others exist. The rest are just harmless objects, like stones, or trees, or men when they are dead.”
― The Peregrine
― The Peregrine
“No pain, no death, is more terrible to a wild creature than its fear of man. A red-throated diver, sodden and obscene with oil, able to move only its head, will push itself out from the sea-wall with its bill if you reach down to it as it floats like a log in the tide. A poisoned crow, gaping and helplessly floundering in the grass, bright yellow foam bubbling from its throat, will dash itself up again and again on to the descending wall of air, if you try to catch it. A rabbit, inflated and foul with myxomatosis, just a twitching pulse beating in a bladder of bones and fur, will feel the vibration of your footstep and will look for you with bulging, sightless eyes. Then it will drag itself away into a bush, trembling with fear. We are the killers. We stink of death. We carry it with us. It sticks to us like frost. We cannot tear it away.”
― The Peregrine
― The Peregrine
“Suffering is not increased by numbers. One body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.”
― The Quiet American
― The Quiet American
“This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
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