So....

Since my thread got invaded and conquered like a Polish jew, perhaps we should move this interesting discussion over here? I'll start:

Proudness is a human feeling. I feel proud quite often. The last time I felt some proudness was when I progressed in my training today. Before that, I felt proud this morning when I saw the logic behind an algebra problem.

I don't just get the feeling of proudness frommy own accomplishments, however. When my brother got good grades this year, I felt proud. I feel proud that I am the son of my dad after every time we debate things. I felt proud of my female friend(god damn this language, there are no terms for relationships between men and women that doesn't involve romance) got her drivers license the other day. At work, I feel proud of both myself and my students whenever they progress in their knowledge.


But how can I feel proud of what some bloke did a century ago that I never knew and don't know anyone who did either? Why should I be proud of Ibsen, for example, but not Dickens? I never knew any of them?