I love writers who limit themselves, who write beneath their intelligence. - Elias Canetti

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I love writers who limit themselves, who write beneath their intelligence.

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About Elias Canetti

Elias Canetti (25 July 1905 – 14 August 1994) was a Bulgarian modernist novelist, playwright, memoirist, and non-fiction writer. He wrote in German and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1981.

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Alternative Names: Elías Canetti

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In the hierarchy of man's activities, eating was the lowest. Eating had become the object of a cult, but in fact it was but the preliminary to other, utterly contemptible motions. It occurred to him that he wanted to perform one of these too.

A existência pacífica na maioria das sociedades humanas possui um curso enganoso, procurando encobrir perigos e fissuras. O desaparecimento constante de pessoas de seu meio - pessoas que aqui e ali, subitamente, não se encontram mais entre os vivos - é entendido e explicado de tal forma que é como se elas não tivessem sumido de todo. Dirigimo-nos a elas, em procedimento tranquilizadores de caráter singular, como se ainda pudessem ter parte na sociedade. Em muitos casos, acreditava-se realmente na permanência delas em algum lugar, e sua inveja dos vivos era temida, pois podia acarretar perigosas conseqüências para estes.

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People should not make a virtue out of their sensitivity. They may experience it and preserve it as it was experienced. But they should not adorn themselves with it. Sensitivity will make an addict out of anyone who displays its medals on his chest. He will require more and more objects to enable him to demonstrate his sensitivity, and if he runs out of them, he will simply make things up - and his sensitivity will then reveal itself for what it is: precious, brittle, and rotted through and through.

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