January 29, 2004

• That I am an agent, but also a plant; that much that I did not make goes towards making me whatever I shall be praised or blamed for being; that I must constantly choose among competing and apparently incommensurable goods and that circumstances may force me to a position in which I cannot help being false to something or doing some wrong; that an event that simply happens to me may, without my consent, alter my life; that it is equally problematic to entrust one's good to friends, lovers, or country and to try to have a good life without them--all these I take to be not just the material of tragedy, but everyday facts of lived practical reason.
  
  Martha Nussbaum
      --The Fragility of Goodness

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