Being a Man of the Left
Those who let themselves be physically captive to other people and their misfortunes belong on the Left - man, the man of the Left, is the only animal who can shed his own self to enter, with fusion or effusion, someone else’s mind and heart.
(Although I have an affinity for French intellectuals, especially those of the Left, I have only read one of Bernard-Henri Levy’s books - Left in Dark Times - which I found unbearably self-referential, even arrogant. But this phrase from that one book captures for me the difference between the mind of the Right and that of the Left and why, in spite of logic sometimes, I err on the side of those who ‘shed their own self’.)
