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Saturday, February 15, 2025
Stupidity
Albert Camus (1913-1960), The Plague, Part I (tr. Stuart Gilbert):
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves.
La bêtise insiste toujours, on s'en apercevrait si l'on
ne pensait pas toujours à soi.