" who exists, who daily and hourly transcends himself, in resistance to others and the world, to negate what he has been and become what he will be. I lodge my accusation because you, in your stupid hermitage, served only your words and their euphony, and would not look at me with the eyes of a compassionate person. Liberté: You denied it to me. Égalité: You could not bear seeing me, the petit bourgeois, as an equal of the haut bourgeois Gustave Flaubert. Fraternité: You did not care to be my brother in suffering, you preferred to play the role of the indulgent judge. "

― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man