digging blaise

There were times when literature is the only way - the only consolation to ten hours of being isolated on the 51st floor when the rest of the country is on a holiday. Most of all, in these times, the records of literature is all there is:

"And if one loves me for my judgement, memory, he does not love me, for I can lose these qualities without losing myself.

Where, then, is this love, if it be neither in the body nor in the soul?

And how love the body or the soul, except for these qualities which do not constitute me, since they are perishable?

For it is impossible and would be unjust to love the soul of a person in the abstract and whatever qualities might be therein.

We never, then, love a person, but only qualities.



Let us, then, jeer no more at those who are honoured on account of rank and office;

for we love a person only on account of borrowed qualities."

— Blaise Pascal (Pensées)