You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.
Walker PercyRead
Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a shift in perspective about wandering and reading, suggesting a deeper connection to both activities now.
Walker Percy emphasizes a transformation in his approach to wandering and reading. Initially, excursions were merely for amusement, but they have now taken on a more profound significance, suggesting that he engages in these activities not just for distraction but as serious pursuits that add depth to his life.
In practice
During a book club meeting to discuss the deeper meanings behind our reading habits.
You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.
They all think any minute I'm going to commit suicide. What a joke. The truth of course is the exact opposite: suicide is the only thing that keeps me alive. Whenever everything else fails, all I have to do is consider suicide and in two seconds I'm as cheerful as a nitwit. But if I could not kill myself -- ah then, I would. I can do without nembutal or murder mysteries but not without suicide.
It is possible, however, that the artist is both thin-skinned and prophetic and, like the canary lowered into the mine shaft to test the air, has caught a whiff of something lethal.
Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?
We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away.
Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.
If truth is the main casualty in war, ambiguity is another.
The right of nature... is the liberty each man hath to use his own power, as he will himself, for the preservation of his own nature; that is to say, of his own life.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
where are the snowdens of yesteryear?
We should not have a petty regard for God's gifts, though we may and should despise our own imperfections.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
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