When the anarchist, as the mouthpiece of the <i>declining</i> levels of society, insists on 'right,' 'justice,' 'equal rights' with such beautiful indignation, he is just acting under the pressure of his lack of culture, which cannot grasp <i>why</i> he really suffers, <i>what</i> he is poor in– in life.<br /><br />A drive to find causes is powerful in him: it must be somebody's fault that he's feeling bad . . . Even his 'beautiful indignation' does him good; all poor devils like to whine--it gives them a little thrill of power. Even complaints, the act of complaining, can give life the charm on account of which one can stand to live it: there is a subtle dose of <i>revenge</i> in every complaint; one blames those who are different for one's own feeling bad, and in certain circumstances even being bad, as if they were guilty of an injustice, a <i>prohibited</i> privilege. 'If I'm a lowlife, you should be one too': on this logic, revolutions are built.–<br /><br />Complaining is never good for anything; it comes from weakness. Whether one ascribes one's feeling bad to others or to <i>oneself</i>–the socialist does the former, the Christian, for example, the latter–makes no real difference. What is common to both and, let us add, what is <i>unworthy</i>, is that it should be someone's <i>fault</i> that one is suffering–in short, that the sufferer prescribes the honey of revenge as a cure for his own suffering.