There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. HousmanRead
I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is founded on my observation of the world, not on anything so trivial and irrelevant as personal history.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a worldview based on observed realities rather than personal biases or emotions.
A. E. Housman distinguishes between pessimism and what he calls 'pejorism', emphasizing that his perspective is rooted in a critical observation of the world around him rather than his own personal experiences. This reflects a philosophical stance that values objective understanding over subjective sentiment, suggesting that one’s outlook should be informed by the broader reality rather than individual circumstances.
In practice
In a discussion about worldviews at a philosophy forum.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking_x000D_ _x000D_ Spins the heavy world around.
Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.
In a culture where profit has become the true God, self-sacrifice can seem incomprehensible rather than noble.
Lack of loyalty is one of the major causes of failure in every walk of life
A man should keep for himself a little back shop, all his own, quite unadulterated, in which he establishes his true freedom and chief place of seclusion and solitude.
A woman reading Playboy feels a little like a Jew reading a Nazi manual.
The assignment of purpose to everything is called teleology. Children are native teleologists, and many never grow out of it.
We have known for a long time that Prince Charles' empty sails are so rigged as to be swelled by any passing waft or breeze of crankiness and cant. He fell for the fake anthropologist Laurens van der Post. He was bowled over by the charms of homeopathic medicine. He has been believably reported as saying that plants do better if you talk to them in a soothing and encouraging way
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