A—What are your aesthetics?
B—I have none.
And he scoffs at me with his moral prejudices against those he holds lowest; to have nothing to hate, no meat to steal, not a word to scoff at nor borrow for later advantage; that is the greatest sin—to seem of disinterest. And to defend it? Well that would be to attack, and far preferable to him—implying a turn of his own forthcoming. To have no aesthetic—true and honest agnosticism—robs us of the meaningless fight we call meaning, and life.