Saturday, June 02, 2018
I Never Shout Anymore
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855), Either/Or, Part I, tr. Howard V. Hong and Edna H. Hong (Princeton: Princeton University Press, ©1987), p. 33:
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It takes a lot of naïveté to believe that it helps to shout and scream in the world, as if one's fate would thereby be altered. Take what comes and avoid all complications. In my early years, when I went to a restaurant, I would say to the waiter: A good cut, a very good cut, from the loin, and not too fat. Perhaps the waiter would scarcely hear what I said. Perhaps it was even less likely that he would heed it, and still less that my voice would penetrate into the kitchen, influence the chef — and even if all this happened, there perhaps was not a good cut in the whole roast. Now I never shout anymore.
