To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.
Meaning of the quote
To be hated cordially means that someone really dislikes you, but in a strong or passionate way. This is actually a compliment, because it shows the other person cares enough about you to have such strong feelings. It's like a "left-handed" compliment, which means it's not a direct or obvious compliment, but still a positive thing.
About Herman Melville
Herman Melville was an American author best known for his classic novel Moby-Dick. He had a varied career, working as a sailor, writer, and customs inspector. Despite initial lack of success, Melville’s works have since been recognized as some of the greatest in American literature.
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