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 is interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. (Paragraph 2)

But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to loose hold of everything else. (Paragraph 2)

Happiness is based on a just discrimination of what is necessary, what is neither necessary nor destructive, and what is destructive. (Paragraph 2)

A boundless and generous contentment, a magnanimous triumph felt not against some outer enemy but in communion with the finest and fairest in the souls of all men everywhere and the splendor of the world’s summer: this is what swells the hearts of the people of Omelas, and the victory they celebrate is that of life. (Paragraph 2)

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