One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote critiques the inefficiency and ineptitude often found in large bureaucratic systems.
Honore De Balzac's statement, 'Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies,' highlights the disconnect between the vastness of bureaucratic institutions and the often limited vision and capabilities of the individuals who manage them. It suggests that while these organizations are complex and expansive, they are frequently run by underqualified people, leading to inefficiency and a lack of innovation.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about company politics, one might say, 'Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies' to express frustration over unqualified leadership.
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