His hands would plait the priest's guts, if he had no rope, to strangle kings. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves. We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. By rendering the yawp with the Polish equivalent of a yap, Helsztyski makes the sound that Whitmans poetic persona utters unrestrained, wild and animalistic. The general interest of the masses might take the place of the insight of genius if it were allowed freedom of action. Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.įanaticism is just one step away from barbarism. We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter. There is no moral precept that does not have something inconvenient about it. The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned. Morals are in all countries the result of legislation and government they are not African or Asian or European: they are good or bad.Įvil always turns up in this world through some genius or other. There is only one passion, the passion for happiness. You spit on a petty thief, but you can't deny a kind of respect for the great criminal. If there is one realm in which it is essential to be sublime, it is in wickedness. There is no good father who would want to resemble our Heavenly Father.
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