in this blindness of nobility, one suddenly takes a man in all respects even unworthy of one, profoundly lacking in understanding of one, who is ready to torment one at the first opportunity, and, contrary to everything, makes such a man into some sort of ideal, one’s dream, concentrates on him all one’s hopes, worships him, loves him all one’s life, absolutely without knowing why, perhaps precisely because he is unworthy of it
