varieties of pessimism. The pessimist dogmatic. Generally, petty lost. The pessimist tends to lead to dogmatic usually dogmatic reform the world. Dogmatic pessimism as art: it is always morally. His most common theme is the lack of joy (the descripion unpleasant without any redemption, in some outrageous social injustice or a long agony, as in Simone de Beauvoir: A very sweet death ). The artist always clings moralizing, ultimately the individual case and remains in the outrage unsuccessful. romantic pessimism. Rejects the world, but in passing whispers secrets in your ear. As the occasional con artist, brings out our sympathy hidden by petty. For its latent tendency, such pessimism is complaint, appeal and surrender. In its worst manifestations, undercover called "common sense". This successful appeal to the world is always a listening ear. Result: sentimental embrace, forgive the torturer to the victim. There you go, as far the eye, engage in closed forms, save the contents behind glass, so to speak, to be clearly visible but untouchable.
My last argument against the moral: it always stays inside the circle. We do play their role, and believes it is he who plays. The moralist can not be an artist because it creates the world but it sees, making, therefore, a totally superfluous. All with the sole purpose of justification. And to recover and perhaps even for revenge, always presents his long-suffering victim as moral, that is, the human being, which actually gives you enough laughter. Because morale is certainly an essential element in reality, but at the same time the most malleable of human behavior; I've never met a moral man who was not thoroughly convinced of its truth and even moral superiority. The interesting thing is not moral, but how it plays with herself in the mirror of conscience and the will to live, especially in situations typical of a totalitarian dictatorship.
Imre Kertész, Journal of the galley.
Herisau, December 25, 1956. During his usual walk, Robert Walser has a heart attack and dies. Then his body is found lying in the snow. The author of The walk and the fabulous micrograms, was a master of the leak and stop being yourself, the proof is the existence one of his best students: Kafka. 
