"Love and friendship exclude each other"
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La Bruyere’s line lands like a salon-era provocation: polished, categorical, a little cruel. “Exclude” is the knife. Not “complicate,” not “strain,” but banish. It’s the rhetoric of a moralist watching the French court turn every intimacy into strategy and every “affection” into social leverage. In that world, friendship isn’t a Hallmark ideal; it’s a public bond with rules, rank, and reputation attached. Love, by contrast, is appetite, partiality, obsession - the private storm that makes you act stupidly and show your hand.
The intent is less to map the heart than to expose the social cost of desire. Friendship, for La Bruyere, depends on steadiness: a commitment to the other’s good, a capacity for fairness, a reliable self. Romantic love demands the opposite. It asks for exclusivity, for irrational preference, for the kind of moral distortion that turns even an honest person into a biased advocate. Once love enters, friendship’s key virtue - disinterestedness - can’t survive; you stop seeing your friend as a person and start seeing them as a claim.
There’s also a bracingly modern subtext: love rearranges loyalties. It forces a hierarchy where friendship wants reciprocity. Even when a lover calls you “my best friend,” the phrase can be a gentler lie, a way to smuggle possession under the language of equality. La Bruyere’s cynicism isn’t anti-feeling; it’s an early warning about what happens when intimacy becomes a monopoly.
The intent is less to map the heart than to expose the social cost of desire. Friendship, for La Bruyere, depends on steadiness: a commitment to the other’s good, a capacity for fairness, a reliable self. Romantic love demands the opposite. It asks for exclusivity, for irrational preference, for the kind of moral distortion that turns even an honest person into a biased advocate. Once love enters, friendship’s key virtue - disinterestedness - can’t survive; you stop seeing your friend as a person and start seeing them as a claim.
There’s also a bracingly modern subtext: love rearranges loyalties. It forces a hierarchy where friendship wants reciprocity. Even when a lover calls you “my best friend,” the phrase can be a gentler lie, a way to smuggle possession under the language of equality. La Bruyere’s cynicism isn’t anti-feeling; it’s an early warning about what happens when intimacy becomes a monopoly.
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| Topic | Friendship |
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