"Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any"
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Hatred is being treated here less like a moral stance than like an atmosphere: pungent, intrusive, and strangely revealing about who’s been close to it. Rostand’s simile is disarmingly domestic - garlic on someone else’s breath - which is precisely why it lands. He strips hatred of its grandiose self-justifications and recasts it as residue. For the “man who is not engaged in it,” hatred isn’t a righteous crusade; it’s an off-putting trace that clings to the hater and announces itself in public.
The intent is diagnostic. Rostand, a scientist steeped in the 20th century’s ideological fevers, is interested in the social perception of affect: how certain emotions advertise themselves even when the speaker believes they’re being principled. The subtext is a quiet indictment of spectatorship and complicity, too. Notice the distance: the observer hasn’t eaten the garlic. They’re clean, uninvolved, perhaps even proud of their neutrality. Yet they’re still forced to inhale. Hatred, in this framing, is contagious not because it converts you, but because it colonizes shared space.
The line also needles the romanticization of righteous anger. Garlic is ordinary; its odor isn’t evil, just unmistakable. That ambiguity matters. Rostand suggests hatred can feel like fuel to the person “engaged in it,” while to everyone else it reads as something cruder: a smell that overwhelms conversation, flattens nuance, and makes the hater less persuasive, not more. In an era of public moral performance, it’s a reminder that emotions have tells - and that bystanders are often better judges of their cost than their authors.
The intent is diagnostic. Rostand, a scientist steeped in the 20th century’s ideological fevers, is interested in the social perception of affect: how certain emotions advertise themselves even when the speaker believes they’re being principled. The subtext is a quiet indictment of spectatorship and complicity, too. Notice the distance: the observer hasn’t eaten the garlic. They’re clean, uninvolved, perhaps even proud of their neutrality. Yet they’re still forced to inhale. Hatred, in this framing, is contagious not because it converts you, but because it colonizes shared space.
The line also needles the romanticization of righteous anger. Garlic is ordinary; its odor isn’t evil, just unmistakable. That ambiguity matters. Rostand suggests hatred can feel like fuel to the person “engaged in it,” while to everyone else it reads as something cruder: a smell that overwhelms conversation, flattens nuance, and makes the hater less persuasive, not more. In an era of public moral performance, it’s a reminder that emotions have tells - and that bystanders are often better judges of their cost than their authors.
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| Topic | Anger |
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