Julius Evola on Sartre:
>It may be ad hominem, but, to put no fine a point on it, Sartre is quite an ugly man. Small, coarsely featured and squint-eyed. His ugliness, I think, is very different from Socrates’ ugliness. It mirrors something fundamental in his soul. We know he is very mean, stingy. His avarice is legendary, they say. He’d never buy you an espresso! Hell is other people, a character in his plays says. For me, Hell would be to spend a few hours having to listen to the Professor’s thoughts about the Jews. Or anything else.
>He was, I seem to remember, pretty fixated with the gaze of others . . . The way they looked at him . . . It disturbed him . . . Sartre builds that into a kind of existential anthropology, even an ontology of being . . . He thought an alien gaze makes you into someone else, creates an image over which you have no control, robbing you of your being. Nonsense! I wonder whether he felt that way psychologically because he was conscious of how ungainly he looked. “Look what a freak of a man!” he imagined other people thinking as they gazed at him . . . It argues for some inferiority complex haunting the man . . . I, by contrast, have never given a damn about the look of others on me. Not only am I better-looking than Sartre, I also definitely don’t feel inferior to the animalcule that pass for humanity these days . .
