NICK I was never saner. Come, master, observe the host of mankind. How are they? wretched. Why? because they are not free. Why? because the giddy multitude are driven by the unpredictable "Must" of their pleasures. And the sober few are bound by the inflexible "Ought" of their duty. Between which slaveries there is nothing to choose. Would you be happy? then learn to act freely. Would you act freely? then learn to ignore those twin tyrants of appetite and conscience. Therefore, I counsel you, master: Take Baba the Turk to wife. Consider her picture once more, and, as you do so, reflect upon my words.
In youth the panting slave pursues the fair evasive dame. Then, caught in colder fetters, woos wealth, office, or a name. Till, old, dishonoured, sick, downcast and failing in his wits, in virtue's narrow cell at last the withered bondsman sits. That man alone his fate fulfills. For he alone, for he alone is free who chooses what to will, and wills his choice as destiny. No eye his future can foretell, no law his past explain, whom neither passion may compel, nor reason can restrain. Well?
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