The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” (1973). (via psionotic)
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Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” (1973). (via psionotic)
