An Exception (n.) who refuses the universal by sheer intellect is a wanderer of a peculiar sort: he does not go to America or beyond the grave — he simply disappears.
An Exception (n.) that is justified cannot be made by one's own effort: first something must happen — one must have gone along on good terms with life and then suddenly be brought to a standstill.
An Exception (n.) breaking with reality must at least know what it breaks with — so only the man truly in love, truly married, could be the justified exception.
An Exception (n.) must love what he broke with an enthusiasm no one else has: he who would renounce something universal must know it more thoroughly than the man who lives securely in it.
An Exception (n.) must feel himself not higher than the universal but more lowly; he cannot open the sealed despatch with God's orders, which may be opened only out at sea.
An Exception (n.) who is truly elect cannot know it, even as he sinks down — if he has the least presentiment of it, he is not justified.
The Exception (n.) is happy in a way essentially different from others, and so in conflict with the universal — it may in truth be a misfortune to be fortunate like that.
An Exception (n.) who rejoices in being one is like a nightingale proud of the red feather in its wing that no other nightingale has.
An Exception (n.) is, in a certain sense, what every man is — and every man is at the same time the universal-human.