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Title: Misanthropic Pessimism
Author: Georges Palante
Date: 1914
Language: en
Topics: egoist, individualist, misanthropy, pessimism
Source: http://www.marxists.org/archive/palante/1914/misanthropy.htm
Notes: Source : Pessimisme et Individualisme. Paris, Alcan, 1914;  Translated: by Mitch Abidor for marxists.org;  CopyLeft: Creative Commons (Attribute & ShareAlike) marxists.org 2006.

Georges Palante

Misanthropic Pessimism

The pessimism we want to study now is that which we have called

misanthropic pessimism. This pessimism doesn’t proceed from an

exasperated and suffering sensibility, but from a lucid intelligence

exercising its critical clear-sightedness on the evil side of our

species. Misanthropic pessimism appears in its grand lines as a theory

of universal fraud and universal imbecility; of universal nanality and

universal turpitude. As the pitiless painting of a world peopled with

cretins and swindlers, of ninnies and fools.

The character of this pessimism appears as a universal coldness, a

willed impassibility, an absence of sentimentalism that distinguishes it

from romantic pessimism, ever inclined to despair or revolt. The mute

despair of Vigny is more pathetic than a cry of pain. In Stirner we find

frantic accents of revolt, while in Schopenhauer we find a tragic

sentiment of the world’s pain and a despairing appeal to the void. As

for the misanthropic pessimist, he makes no complaints. He doesn’t take

the human condition as tragic, he doesn’t rise up against destiny. He

observes his contemporaries with curiosity, pitilessly analyzes their

sentiments and thoughts and is amused by their presumption, their

vanity, their hypocrisy, or their unconscious villainy, by their

intellectual and moral weakness. It is no longer human pain, it is no

longer the sickness of living that forms the theme of this pessimism,

but rather human villainy and stupidity. One of the preferred leitmotivs

of this pessimism could be this well-known verse: “The most foolish

animal is man.”

The foolishness that this pessimism particularly takes aim at is that

presumptuous and pretentious foolishness that we can call dogmatic

foolishness, that solemn and despotic foolishness that spreads itself

across social dogmas and rites, across public opinion and mores, which

makes itself divine and reveals in its views on eternity a hundred petty

and ridiculous prejudices. While romantic pessimism proceeds from the

ability to suffer and curse, misanthropic pessimism proceeds from the

faculty to understand and to scorn. It is a pessimism of the

intellectual, ironic, and disdainful observer. He prefers the tone of

persiflage to the minor and tragic tone. A Swift symbolizing the vanity

of human quarrels in the crusade of the Big-endians and the

Little-endians, a Voltaire mocking the metaphysical foolishness of

Pangloss and the silly naiveté of Candide; a Benjamin Constant

consigning to the Red Notebook and the Journal Intime his epigrammatic

remarks on humanity and society; a Stendhal, whose Journal and Vie de

Henri Brulard contain so many misanthropic observations on his family,

his relations, his chiefs, his entourage; a Merimée, friend and emulator

of Stendhal in the ironic observation of human nature; a Flaubert

attacking the imbecility of his puppets Frederic Moureau and Bouvard and

of Pécuchet; a Taine in “Thomas Graindorge;” a Challemel-Lacour in his

Reflexions d’un pessimiste can all be taken as the representative types

of this haughty, smiling, and contemptuous pessimistic wisdom.

In truth, this pessimism isn’t foreign to a few of the thinkers we have

classed under the rubric of romantic pessimism, for the different types

of pessimism have points of contact and penetration. A Schopenhauer, a

Stirner have also exercised their ironic verve on human foolishness,

presumption and credulity. But in them misanthropic pessimism can’t be

found in its pure state. It remains subordinated to the pessimism of

suffering, of despair or of revolt, to the sentimental pathos that is

the characteristic trait of romantic pessimism. Misanthropic pessimism

could perhaps be called realistic pessimism: in fact, in more than one

of its representatives (Stendhal, Flaubert) it proceeds from that spirit

of exact, detailed and pitiless observation, from the concern for

objectivity and impassivity that figure among the characteristic traits

of the realist esthetic. Does misanthropic pessimism confirm the thesis

according to which pessimism tends to engender individualism? This is

not certain. Among the thinkers we just cited there are certainly some

who neither conceived, nor practiced, nor recommended the attitude of

voluntary isolation that is individualism. Though they had no illusions

about men they did not flee their society. They didn’t hold them at a

disdainful distance. They accepted to mix with them, to live their lives

in their midst. Voltaire was sociability incarnate. Swift, a harsh man

of ambition had nothing of the solitary nature of Obermann and Vigny.

But there are several among the misanthropic pessimists we just cited,

particularly Flaubert and Taine, who practiced, theorized, and

recommended intellectual isolation, the retreat of thought into itself

as the sole possible attitude for a man having any kind of refinement of

thought and nobility of soul in this world of mediocrity and banality

Flaubert, haunted by the specter of “stupidity with a thousand faces”

finds it wherever he looks. He seeks refuge against it in the pure joys

of art and contemplation. He said: “I understood one great thing: it’s

that for the men of our race happiness is in the idea and nowhere else.”

“Where does your weakness come form?” he wrote to a friend. “Is it

because you know man? What difference does it make? Can’t you, in

thought, establish that superb line of interior defense that keeps you

an ocean’s width from your neighbor?”

To a correspondent who complains of worry and disgust with all things:

“There is a sentiment,” he writes,” or rather a habit that you seem to

be lacking, to wit, the love of contemplation. Take life, the passions,

and yourself as subjects for intellectual exercises.” And again:

“Skepticism will have nothing of the bitter, for it will seem that you

are at humanity’s comedy and it will seem to you that history crosses

the world for you alone.”

Taine was led by his misanthropic vision of humanity to a stoic and

ascetic conception of life, to looking on the intelligence as the

supreme asylum in which to isolate himself, to defend himself from

universal wickedness, universal stupidity, and universal banality. A

singular analogy unites Taine to Flaubert. Taine asks of scientific

analysis what Flaubert asks of art and contemplation: an intellectual

alibi, a means of escape from the realities of the social milieu.

This deduction is logical. Misanthropic pessimism supposes or engenders

contemplative isolation. In order to intellectually despise men one must

separate oneself from them, see them from a distance. One must have left

the herd, have arrived at Descartes’ attitude which “lives in the midst

of men like amidst the trees in a forest.” Whether we wish it or not,

there is here a theoretical isolation, a kind of intellectual solipsism,

the indifference of an aristocrat and a dilettante who “detaches himself

from all in order to roam everywhere.” (Taine)

Let us add that the clear-sightedness of the misanthropic intellectual

has, in and of itself, something antisocial about it. To take as the

theme for one’s irony the common and average human stupidity means

treating without respect a social value of the first order. Stupidity is

the stuff of the prejudices without which no social life is possible. It

is the cement of the social edifice. “Stupidity,” said Dr. Anatole

France’s Trublet, “is the first good of an ordered society.” Social

conventions only survive thanks to a general stupidity that envelops,

supports, guarantees, protects, and consecrates the stupidity of

individuals. This is why critical, ironic, and pessimistic intelligence

is a social dissolvent. It is irreverent towards that which is socially

respectable: mediocrity and stupidity. It attacks respect and credulity,

the conservative elements of society.