Chapter 20

a> To assent and to object – how different are they? Beauty and ugliness – what is the distinction between them?

b> What others fear, one must fear too – how baseless! Far off the mark!

c> How joyous the mass of people are, as if banqueting on the sacrificed ox, as if mounting a tower in spring – I alone am still, without visible sign, like a new born baby yet to smile, all listless, like one with no home. The mass of people have more than enough – I alone appear bereft; I, with the mind of a dolt, so slow. Ordinary men are brilliant – I am dim. Ordinary men are perceptive – I am closed. Sudden, like the sea, like a tempest, as though endless, the mass of people all have their means – I alone am obstinate, uncouth. I alone wish to be different from others, and value feeding from the mother.