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Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, from Drenthe, 29 October 1883
I have no patience with "so-called" common sense (a spurious article, unutterably different from the genuine one) one is told to use, and which they say one does not use as soon as one deviates from the ordinary course and takes a risk. I repeat, I have no patience with it. I have no patience with it for the very reason that my own natural common sense, if I reflect, leads me to wholly different results than the conclusion of narrow-minded worldly wisdom and prudent, halfhearted righteousness.
Oh, that dawdling, oh, those hesitations, oh, that not believing that good is good, that black is black, that white is white.
Letter 339a
Translation courtesy of Robert Harrison.
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I have no patience with "so-called" common sense (a spurious article, unutterably different from the genuine one) one is told to use, and which they say one does not use as soon as one deviates from the ordinary course and takes a risk. I repeat, I have no patience with it. I have no patience with it for the very reason that my own natural common sense, if I reflect, leads me to wholly different results than the conclusion of narrow-minded worldly wisdom and prudent, halfhearted righteousness.
Oh, that dawdling, oh, those hesitations, oh, that not believing that good is good, that black is black, that white is white.
Letter 339a
Translation courtesy of Robert Harrison.
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