Awe and contempt are basically the same feeling, but with the charge flipped. The author is amazed that it works to the degree that it does, you're amazed a how things don't work the way you want them to.
Such is the power of framing, I guess.
Such is the power of framing, I guess.
The absence of feelings sounds exactly like depression.
I used to feel that I did, when I was younger. Not really these days. But I'm not sad about it.