When reading Schopenhauer’s writings one cannot help feeling that one is in the presence of a great and forceful mind, as I said at the end of the previous chapter. It is also a mind with a splendid talent for expressing its thoughts. It is no doubt a flawed mind. There is often an element of the peevish and spiteful in Schopenhauer’s attitude to things, particularly of course in relation to his contemporaries. (The same thing can be observed in his personal life, but that is true of many great minds.) There can be no doubt, however, that considering the range and depth of his interests, and his truly synoptic view of the world from a philosophical point of view, his was a very great mind indeed.