I retire to my home stricken at my own curiosity and ignorance. No one could be more rational, no one more open and honest. This man had a great share of understanding and prudence, and was very learned. But on reflection it seems that to prefer reason to felicity is to be very senseless.
I think, but I have never been able to learn what produces my thought.
Everything increases my anguish. Never in all her life had she reflected for one single moment on one single point of all those which tormented the Brahmin. This is my comment on the above story of Voltaire. This situation makes me feel so much humiliation and disgust with myself that life is unbearable to me.
She did not even comprehend my question.
Imagine the woman in this story living in an affluent neighborhood, and having an estate, a Mercedes Benz, and a Hanging Gardens of Babylon to show for her "happiness. From hence I concluded, that although we may set a great value upon happiness, we set a still greater upon reason.
I am placed, as our wise men say, in the confines between two eternities, and yet I have no idea of eternity. I am even ignorant whether my understanding is a simple faculty like that of walking or digesting, or if I think with my head in the same manner as I take hold of a thing with my hands Viking,pp.
What signifies it then whether we have understandings or whether we are fools?
On my travels I met an old Brahmin, a very wise man, of marked intellect and great learning. She had not, for the briefest moment in her life, had a thought about these subjects with which the good Bramin had so tormented himself.
Such a state of affairs fills my soul with so much humiliation and disgust that my life is intolerable. His household was very well managed by three handsome women who set themselves out to please him. I talk a great deal, and when I have done speaking I remain confounded and ashamed of what I have said.
I asked her if she had ever been unhappy for not understanding how her soul was made? I talk a great deal, and when I have done speaking remain confounded and ashamed of what I have said. Like all the other contradictions.
While I teach others I know nothing myself. That same day I saw the old woman who lived near him. Not far from his house, which was handsome, well-furnished and embellished with delightful gardens, dwelt an old Indian woman who was a great bigot, ignorant, and withall very poor.
I am at a point between two eternities, as our wise men say, and I have no conception of eternity. From this I concluded that though we greatly value happiness, we place even greater value on reason.Voltaire's Story Of The Good Brahmin.
One of the commonest criticisms of philosophy is that it doesn't bear fruit -- that despite years of speculating and reasoning, philosophers have very little to show for themselves.
Dec 12, · The Story of A Good Brahmin [This is an interesting short story on philosophy written by Voltaire(), one of the great French writers. Travelling through India, I met an old gentleman of the highest caste, a Brahmin, a very wise man, witty and learned.
The Good Brahmin. DOES HAPPINESS RESULT FROM IGNORANCE OR FROM KNOWLEDGE? In my travels I once happened to meet with an aged Bramin. This man had a great share of understanding and prudence, and was very learned.
I read the story to find out if he is using "good Brahman" as oxymoron or stereotype. It sounded more like "is the Brahman's choice a good one?" Choosing to be unhappy for not understanding the essence of hs reality over being happy with someth.
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