I delight not in the woes of others.
I find no mirth in their failures. I do not smile when they stumble, nor privately laugh when they fall. Their misfortunes do not cause me joy, nor do their peccadilloes cause me glee. In their misery I do not rejoice, in their humiliation I do not gloat. I do not find comfort in their ineptitude nor celebrate their defeat.
Except, of course UT.
And the French.