71-72), the misanthropist hates the way that his contemporaries use language, and his vitriol is directed in particular toward the portrait galant, both the positive version that irons out defects and the negative version that reduces individuals to "bons caracteres." His critique of salon codes in the first scene of the play implicates the flattering sketch directly in its mention of the "eloge eclatant": "Quel avantage a-t-on qu'un homme vous caresse, Vous jure amitie, foi, zele, estime, tendresse Et vous fasse de vous un eloge eclatant, Lorsque au premier faquin il court en faire autant?" (1.
Tired of what he sees as empty declarations, the misanthropist wants to force her and everyone else to accept a view of language that relies upon linguistic transparency, or upon the close correspondence between word, referent, and meaning.
Misanthropists even pontificate that no one should be surprised by impossible transitions, not only because of the resilience of sitting regimes, but also due to alleged Arab traditions of solid authoritarianism.
The Cynics were
misanthropists; that is, haters or disparagers of society who saw community or society as a distraction and as something that hinders individuals from leading a life of primitive innocence, which in their thinking is the truly happy life.
That's another fine mess you've gotten me into!" Overs backers are generous, optimistic, promiscuous and full of beans, while those who oppose goals are clearly the worst kind of meanspirited
misanthropists. Right, I'm off to put on a 'no goalscorer' yankee and tell kids that Father Christmas doesn't exist.
misanthropists, if circumstances or organisation do not
'It said something like 'Mature lady novelist wanted to fill cottage', and said
misanthropists were welcome.
`The danger of becoming misologists or haters of argument ([GREEK TEXT NOT REPRODUCIBLE IN ASCII])'said he, `as people become
misanthropists or haters of men ([GREEK TEXT NOT REPRODUCIBLE IN ASCII); for no worse evil can happen to a man than to hate argument.
Where once upon a time we could channel our pesky inner
misanthropists reasonably privately - shout at the television, walk out of the cinema, throw that book across the room - now we have it in our power to 'share'.
People who turn up their noses at two 60-something gentlemen shamelessly singing light aACAyn' frothy love songs haven't noticed that their is an exultation of spirit, a joie de vivre for all us
misanthropists to enjoy.
Still, even
misanthropists have to get their fun somehow.
In his recent legal spat with Paolo di Canio, Fergus dismissed a brood of unnamed players as moaners and
misanthropists who manipulated the fans' emotional attachment for their own ends.
