The aesthetic enjoyment of tragedy. We know that it's just a story, and at the same time we recognize that it's very real. Our recognition off--and feeling of detachment from--the emotional content is what makes the thing enjoyable. We understand it could happen to us, we know how it would feel, and we see ourselves as contemplating it all from a safe distance. This ironic, distanced view of life's drama characterizes the best of our human experience, I think.