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[T]he moralist exhausts himself in a vis-a-vis with himself and with others … he does not endure the artifice which men, in order to live, spontaneously accept and incorporate in their nature. Everything seems convention: he divulges the motives of feelings and actions, he unmasks the simulacra of civilization, because he suffers at having glimpsed and gone beyond them; for these simulacra give life, they are life, whereas his existence, in contemplating them, strays into the search for a ‘nature’ which does not exist and which, if it did, would be as alien to him as the artifices which have been added to it.