There are some works, those indeed that produce the most striking effect at first by novelty and boldness of outline, that will not bear reading twice: Or there are passages that seem as if we might brood over them all our lives, and not exhaust the sentiments of love and admiration they excite: I also ponder about the function of hating in Victorian society, and its use today.
I mean, Hazlitt degenerates in this essay from soldier-like philosopher to scared and disappointed child hiding under the bed crying until he chokes himself.
One is too wise, another too foolish, for us; and we wonder we did not find this out before. They have got a set of fine notions and new acquaintances. No, it means only hatred to the French or the inhabitants of any other country that we happen to be at war with for the time.
Perhaps some of them are even with us. What a strange being man is! Animals torment and worry one another without mercy: I mean, Hazlitt degenerates in this essay from soldier-like philosopher to scared and disappointed child hiding under the bed crying until he chokes himself.
Irving 2the celebrated preacher, has rekindled the old, original, almost exploded hell-fire in the aisles of the Caledonian Chapel, as they introduce the real water of the New River at Sadler's Wells, to the delight and astonishment of his fair audience.
It will ask another hundred years of fine writing and hard thinking to cure us of the prejudice and make us feel towards this ill-omened tribe with something of "the milk of human kindness," instead of their own shyness and venom.
I see folly join with knavery, and together make up public spirit and public opinions. We give up the external demonstration, the brute violence, but cannot part with the essence or principle of hostility.
Do we not see this principle at work everywhere? It is well that the power of such persons is not co-ordinate with their wills: The natural world is against us: We regarded them no more in our experiments than "mice in an air-pump: Some of us have grown rich, others poor.
They are become to my ears a mockery and a dream. I have been acquainted with two or three knots of inseparable companions, who saw each other "six days in the week;" that have been broken up and dispersed.
Every one has his full swing, or goes to the Devil his own way.On The Pleasure Of Hating by William Hazlitt Appearing as part of his Table-Talk series, a conversational series written on topics concerning every day issues, William Hazlitt wrote "On the Pleasure of Hating" in during a bitter period of his life, amidst rising controversy over his previous works, as well as the dissolution of his marriage.
On the Pleasure of Hating, William Hazlitt's classic contemplation of human hatred, is in this edition accompanied by several of his finest essays in large dfaduke.coms: 9. Hazlitt, in this collection, addresses topics like monarchy/the government in general, what makes a person great (and for how long), the people, reason vs.
passion and lastly the "pleasure of hating"/5. Sep 01, · The author’s way of expressing this ‘pleasure of hating’,that being the context of his study, did reflect a lot about how things should be thought in a realistic way, and, later how they then can be further thought, in such a way, that makes a person even feel the pleasure of hating.
The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to rankling spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands: it leaves to virtue nothing but the spirit of censoriousness, and a narrow, jealous, inquisitorial watchfulness over the actions and motives of others.
The final essay, On The Pleasure of Hating, is probably the most memorable for the following quote of Hazlitt's absolute thinking: "Pure good grows insipid, wants variety and spirit.
Love turns, with a little indulgence to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal."Reviews: 9.Download