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A Man Can't Be Angry At His Own Time Without Suffering Some Damage.

We Sometimes Have A Flash Of Understanding That Amounts To The Insight Of Genius, And Yet It Slowly Withers, Even In Our Hands - Like A Flower. The Form Remains, But The Colours And The Fragrance Are Gone.

What Is Perceptible To One’s Mistrust Is The Cut-and-dried Way That Life Is Divided Up And The Ready-made Form It Assumes, The Ever-recurring Sameness Of It, The Pre-formations Passed Down By Generation After Generation, The Ready-made Language Not Only Of The Tongue But Also Of The Sensations And The Feelings.

Ideology Is: Intellectual Ordering Of The Feelings; An Objective Connection Among Them That Makes The Subjective Connection Easier.

It's Not The Genius Who Is 100 Years Ahead Of His Time But Average Man Who Is 100 Years Behind It.