…A sober philosophy of man’s place in nature…
Bruegel’s recognition of human foibles never reduced him to bitterness, or at least never to any discernible in his group. From the mass of it we can deduce that he regarded misanthropy as a form of self-interest as degrading in its way as avarice or gluttony. He said something of the kind in The Misanthrope, a painting not easy to decipher, where a stooped, sour old man plods through a landscape composed in the form of a circle, much like the world, or the circle of life, or perhaps even the wheel of fortune.
The old man has isolated himself within this world under a black cloak with a deep hood. We see only his long drooping nose, his tight, turned down mouth, and his dangling white beard. Everything is hidden from him except the bit of barren path immediately beneath his lowered gaze, where a few thorns are scattered. He is oblivious to the deep landscape stretching beyond him, which perhaps indicates time or infinity, and where a shepherd tends a flock of sheep, some black, some white, and a windmill turns.
The misanthrope is not aware either, of a bizarre, ragged little figure encased in a crystal globe, perhaps also the world, who has reached up under the cloak to pinch the old man’s money bag. The misanthrope is doubly robbed: wrapped in the false security of his symbolic cloak and hood, he robs himself of the world, but he cannot escape the world even so, for it in turns robs him…