One knows the kind of human being who has fallen in love with the motto, tout comprende c’est tout pardonner [to understand all is to forgive all]. It is the weak, it is above all the disappointed: if there is something to be forgiven in all, perhaps there is also something to be despised in all. It is the philosophy of disappointment that wraps itself so humanely in pity and looks sweet.
These are romantics whose faith flew the coop: now they at least want to watch how everything passes and goes. They call it l’art pour l’art, “objectively,” etc.”