Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
Intelligence makes sincerity difficult.
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits.
Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.
Everyone makes sexy sounds; relatively few, sexy sights.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.