>Let us cultivate our garden
Why do people celebrate Camus and his purported absurdism when Voltaire got there first 200 years earlier, and basically did it as a joke?
>Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.
>“But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.”
>I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?