everything. I would never want depression to be a public or political excuse, but I think that once you have gone through it, you get a greater and more immediate understanding of the temporary absence of judgment that makes people behave so badly-you learn even, perhaps, how to tolerate the evil in the world." On the happy day when we lose depression, we will lose a great deal with it. If the earth could feed itself and us without rain, and if we conquered the weather and declared permanent sun, would we not miss grey days and summer storms? As the sun seems brighter and more clear when it comes on a rare day of English summer after ten months of dismal skies than it can ever seem in the tropics, so recent happiness feels enormous and embracing and beyond anything I have ever imagined. Curiously enough, I love my depression. I do not love experiencing my depression, but I love the depression itself. I love who I am in the wake of it. Schopenhauer said, "Man is {content} according to how dull and insensitive he is"; Tennessee Williams, asked for the definition of happiness, replied "insensitivity." I do not agree with them. Since I have been to the Gulag and survived it, I know that if I have to go to the Gulag again, I could survive that also; I'm more confident in some odd way than I've ever imagined being. This almost {but not quite} makes the depression seem worth it. I do not think that I will ever again try to kill myself; nor do I think
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