"It is so pleasant to come across people more stupid than ourselves. We love them at once for being so"
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A little cruelty dressed as a compliment: Jerome K. Jerome takes the cozy feeling of superiority and exposes it as one of our most reliable social adhesives. The line is “pleasant” not because stupidity is charming, but because it grants instant relief. Someone dimmer nearby means our own confusion, mediocrity, or social awkwardness gets recast as competence. It’s a gag with teeth: the affection we feel is real, but it’s conditional, parasitic, and embarrassingly easy.
The subtext lands because Jerome doesn’t accuse the reader from a moral high ground; he implicates us with a conspiratorial “we.” That pronoun is the trapdoor. You laugh, then realize you’ve been drafted into the indictment. The phrasing “we love them at once” mimics the language of romance and benevolence, making the motive uglier by contrast: our “love” is really gratitude for a ranking system that still places us above someone.
Context matters. Jerome wrote in a late-Victorian Britain obsessed with manners, class, and the performance of refinement. In that world, intelligence isn’t just a mental trait; it’s social capital. His humor punctures the era’s polite fictions by revealing how quickly “kindness” can be a strategy for self-esteem.
It also anticipates a modern dynamic: the pleasure of the dunk, the comfort of a scapegoat, the way a group bonds by finding the “obvious idiot” and calling it community. Jerome’s joke lasts because it’s not about them. It’s about the cheap, human joy of feeling safely smarter.
The subtext lands because Jerome doesn’t accuse the reader from a moral high ground; he implicates us with a conspiratorial “we.” That pronoun is the trapdoor. You laugh, then realize you’ve been drafted into the indictment. The phrasing “we love them at once” mimics the language of romance and benevolence, making the motive uglier by contrast: our “love” is really gratitude for a ranking system that still places us above someone.
Context matters. Jerome wrote in a late-Victorian Britain obsessed with manners, class, and the performance of refinement. In that world, intelligence isn’t just a mental trait; it’s social capital. His humor punctures the era’s polite fictions by revealing how quickly “kindness” can be a strategy for self-esteem.
It also anticipates a modern dynamic: the pleasure of the dunk, the comfort of a scapegoat, the way a group bonds by finding the “obvious idiot” and calling it community. Jerome’s joke lasts because it’s not about them. It’s about the cheap, human joy of feeling safely smarter.
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