I no longer gave a sick dog's drop for the wisdom, the reliability and the authority of the public's literary mind, those creeps and old ladies of vested reviewing.
Norman MailerRead
Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a deep sense of existential confusion and impending suffering.
Norman Mailer's quote expresses a state of intense inner turmoil and existential questioning. The speaker grapples with the confusion of identity and the anticipation of overwhelming pain, suggesting a profound struggle with self-awareness and the human experience of suffering, hinting that the future holds challenges that may surpass any previously known struggle.
In practice
In a discussion about personal struggles and identity, you might say, 'As Norman Mailer once expressed, I do not know who I am...'
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