I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?
People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.[В самом деле, выражаются иногда про “зверскую” жестокость человека, но это страшно несправедливо и обидно для зверей: зверь никогда не может быть так жесток как человек, так артистически, так художественно жесток.]
Don’t fool yourself: we all have a cruel streak. We keep it under lock and key either because we’re afraid of getting punished or because we believe this will somehow make a difference, make the world a better place.
Cruelty is one of the chief ingredients of love, and divided about equally between the sexes: cruelty of lust, ingratitude, callousness, maltreatment, domination. The same is true of the passive qualities, patience under suffering, even pleasure in ill usage.
Cruelty has a Human Heart, and Jealousy a Human Face; terror the Human Form Divine, and Secrecy the Human Dress.