Today’s thought-provoking aphorism, courtesy of my man JR.
When a jet flies low overhead, every glass in the cupboard sings. Feelings are like that: choral, never single; mixed, never pure. The sentimentalist may want to deny the sadness or boredom in his happiness, or the freedom that lightens even the worst loss. The moralist will resist his faint complicity. The sophisti- cate, dreading to be found naive, will exclaim upon the traces of vanity or lust in any motive, as if they were the whole. Each is selling him- self simplicity; each is weakened with his fear of weakness.