The concept “grace”20 has no meaning or good odor inter pares;21 there may be a sublime way of letting presents from above happen to one, as it were, and to drink them up thirstily like drops—but for this art and gesture the noble soul has no aptitude. Its egoism hinders it: quite generally it does not like to look “up”—but either ahead, horizon-tally and slowly, or down: it knows itself to be at a height.
