"To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost"
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Happiness, Flaubert suggests, isn’t a moral achievement; it’s an architectural trick. Build it on thick walls: stupidity (the ability not to notice), selfishness (the ability not to care), and good health (the body’s veto power over philosophy). It’s a line that flatters no one, least of all the reader who’s capable of appreciating it. The joke is rigged: understanding the aphorism already disqualifies you from the “requirements.”
Flaubert’s intent is less to diagnose happiness than to indict the modern craving for it. Stupidity here isn’t low IQ; it’s chosen unawareness, a refusal to see the costs embedded in comfort. Selfishness isn’t cartoon villainy; it’s the everyday narrowing of empathy that makes life manageable. Good health is the blunt material condition that makes any romantic theory of contentment feel like a luxury belief.
The subtext is pure Flaubertian contempt for bourgeois serenity. As the author who anatomized the fantasies and self-deceptions of ordinary life, he treats happiness as a byproduct of limited perception. In a century selling progress as salvation, he’s quietly insisting that consciousness is the real spoiler. If you’re lucid, you’re exposed: to boredom, to injustice, to your own contradictory desires. That awareness doesn’t make you noble; it makes you incapable of the easy, digestible “happiness” the culture advertises.
Flaubert’s intent is less to diagnose happiness than to indict the modern craving for it. Stupidity here isn’t low IQ; it’s chosen unawareness, a refusal to see the costs embedded in comfort. Selfishness isn’t cartoon villainy; it’s the everyday narrowing of empathy that makes life manageable. Good health is the blunt material condition that makes any romantic theory of contentment feel like a luxury belief.
The subtext is pure Flaubertian contempt for bourgeois serenity. As the author who anatomized the fantasies and self-deceptions of ordinary life, he treats happiness as a byproduct of limited perception. In a century selling progress as salvation, he’s quietly insisting that consciousness is the real spoiler. If you’re lucid, you’re exposed: to boredom, to injustice, to your own contradictory desires. That awareness doesn’t make you noble; it makes you incapable of the easy, digestible “happiness” the culture advertises.
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