![]() ![]() The man we have to do with is the man of flesh and bone-I, you, reader of mine, the other man yonder, all of us who walk solidly on the earth. ![]() A man neither of here nor there, neither of this age nor of another, who has neither sex nor country, who is, in brief, merely an idea. ![]() He is the legendary featherless biped, the social contractor of Rousseau, the homo economicus of the Manchester school, the homo sapiens of Linnaeus, or, if you like, the vertical mammal. The man of flesh and bone the man who is born, suffers, and dies-above all, who dies the man who eats and drinks and plays and sleeps and thinks and wills the man who is seen and heard the brother, the real brother.įor there is another thing which is also called man, and he is the subject of not a few lucubrations, more or less scientific. The moment love becomes happy and satisfied, it. Neither "the human" nor "humanity," neither the simple adjective nor the substantivized adjective, but the concrete substantive-man. And love leads us to no other happiness than that of love itself and its tragic consolation of uncertain hope. For to me the adjective humanus is no less suspect than its abstract substantive humanitas, humanity. And I would rather say, Nullum hominem a me alienum puto : I am a man no other man do I deem a stranger. Homo sum nihil humani a me alienum puto, said the Latin playwright. ![]()
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