If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but it’s not easy being quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you don’t seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.
Choice of evils debates always produce extremism - people choose what they hope is the lesser evil, then call it good and demonize the other choice. It will be a challenge for your generation to synthesize - to move beyond Us versus Them, to We.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote discusses the polarizing nature of choosing between two negative options and the challenge of promoting unity over division.
Margaret Atwood highlights the tendency of people to frame their choices in a divisive manner when faced with difficult decisions. In this context, individuals often label one option as the 'lesser evil', which leads to a moral dichotomy where opposing views are demonized rather than understood. Atwood calls for a shift in mindset towards collective understanding and inclusivity, urging future generations to rise above the 'Us versus Them' mentality in favor of a more unified perspective.
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Example use cases
In a speech about promoting social cohesion, one might use this quote to illustrate the importance of unity over division.
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What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave in the paper-mines for all time.
We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.
I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.
Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.
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Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
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"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!