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I Would Then Say That There Are Two Kinds Of Feeling. The First Is To Feel In The Sense Of Concentrating Your Emotions On Something Immediately Available For Your Understanding: You Make Your Understanding Out Of The Emotions You Have About It. The Second Is To Feel In The Sense Of Being Affected Without Trying To Understand: Something Is Felt, You Do Not Know What, And It Is More Important To Feel It Than To Try To Understand It, Since Once You Try To Understand It You No Longer Feel It.

When ... I Comprehended That Poetry Had No Provision In It For Ultimate Practical Attainment Of The Rightness Of Work That Is Truth, But Led On Ever Only To A Temporizing Less- Than-truth ... I Stopped.

Women From Earliest Times Have Been Used As Conveniences Of Communication With Unseen, Inaccessible Powers, But Always In The Sense That Such Exposing Of Self To Dangerous Mysteries, Such Destruction Of The Understanding As Was Required To Become The Slave Of Unseen Powers, Did Not Matter Because The Communicant Was Only A Woman, In Herself An Undetermined Cipher - A Nothing.

Euripides Seems To Have Felt That The Dignified Perfection Of Sophocles Could Be Challenged Only By Novelty And Irresponsibility. The Religious Conditions Of The Dionysian Festival Kept Him Within Certain Bounds. But Within The Imposed Limits Euripides Was As Profane As He Dared To Be, Making Melodrama Of The Divine Realities Which His Predecessors Accepted Religiously, Using The Stage Merely As A Convenience For Popularizing His Own Eccentric Values.

Because Most People Are Not Sufficiently Employed In Themselves, They Run About Loose, Hungering For Employment, And Satisfy Themselves In Various Supererogatory Occupations. The Easiest Of These Occupations, Which Have All To Do With Making Things Already Made, Is The Making Of People: It Is Called The Art Of Friendship.