Idiots. It is repugnant to me to think that I am going to see their thick, self-satisfied faces.They make laws, they write popular novels, they get married, they are fools enough to have children. And all this time, great, vague nature as sleeped into their city, it has infiltrated everywhere, in their house, in theri office, in themselves. It doesn't move, it stays quietly and they are full of it inside, they breathe it, and they don't see it, they imagine it to be outside, twenty miles from the city. I see it, I see the nature... I know that its obedience is idleness, I know it has no laws: what they take for constancy is only habit and it can change tomorrow.

Jean-Paul Sartre

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