If a depressing film on an important subject doesn’t dull our appetite for dinner, are we any the less conscientious? On distrusting extravagant shows of sensibility, in Taki’s Magazine:
I have seen some terrible things in my life—the remains of massacres and so forth—but I am afraid that even they have failed to put me off my dinner, though I have of course not been unmoved by what I saw. Is this fortitude of mind or stark insensibility? I ease my conscience by telling myself that refusal of dinner will help no one.