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Pathos, piety, courage,—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value. Options
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Pathos, piety, courage,—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.

E. M. Forster (1879-1970)
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Pathos, piety, courage,—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.

E. M. Forster (1879-1970)
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Daemon wrote:
Pathos, piety, courage,—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.

E. M. Forster (1879-1970)


Yeah. But for today, I prefer – everything exists, and thus, everything has value...
ChristopherJohnson
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Not quite intelligible. These words may make more sense in their original context, though. At least I hope so.
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Context from:A PASSAGE TO INDIA

Part II
Chapter XXIV


If they reached the big pocket of caves, they would be away nearly an hour. She took out her writing-pad, and began, "Dear Stella, Dear Ralph," then stopped, and looked at the queer valley and their feeble invasion of it. Even the elephant had become a nobody. Her eye rose from it to the entrance tunnel. No, she did not wish to repeat that experience. The more she thought over it, the more disagreeable and frightening it became. She minded it much more now than at the time. The crush and the smells she could forget, but the echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur,[b] "Pathos, piety, courage—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value."[b] If one had spoken vileness in that place, or quoted lofty poetry, the comment would have been the same—" ou-bourn." If one had spoken with the tongues of angels and pleaded for all the unhappiness and misunderstanding in the world, past, present, and to come, for all the misery men must undergo whatever their opinion and position, and however much they dodge or bluff—it would amount to the same, the serpent would descend and return to the ceiling. Devils are of the North, and poems can be written about them, but no one could romanticize the Marabar because it robbed infinity and eternity of their vastness, the only quality that accommodates them to mankind.

She tried to go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping over her was merely her despair, her personal weakness, and that even if she got a sunstroke and went mad the rest of the world would go on. But suddenly, at the edge of her mind, Religion appeared, poor little talkative Christianity, and she knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "bourn." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought, "I am going to be ill," to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in Aziz, and the affectionate and sincere words that she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's.

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The existence of values depends on the subject's personal experience.
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Is it just me, or are we getting quotes from the same short list of authors... over and over and over again.
endgame011
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Wilmar (USA) wrote:
Is it just me, or are we getting quotes from the same short list of authors... over and over and over again.


It does appear to be a very short list, yes.
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