The love of absurdity and paradox is
the animal happiness of the sad. Just as the normal man talks
nonsense and slaps others on the back out of zest and vitality, so
those incapable of joy and enthusiasm do somersaults in their minds
and perform, in their own cold way, the warm gestures of life.
Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 252
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