Endless praise and adoration, limitless abnegation and abjection of self; a celestial North Korea.
Interpretation
The quote critiques the dangers of excessive adoration and self-denial, comparing it to a totalitarian regime.
Christopher Hitchens uses this provocative analogy to highlight the absurdity and danger of a culture that values endless praise and self-abnegation, suggesting that such attitudes can lead to a loss of individual identity and freedom, akin to living under a totalitarian state. By equating this mindset to a 'celestial North Korea', he implies that such ideologies, while seemingly benign or even noble, can be deeply oppressive and stifling.
In practice
In a discussion about the dangers of authoritarianism, one might quote Hitchens to illustrate the risks of absolute devotion to an ideology.
In a public dialogue with Salman in London he [Edward Said] had once described the Palestinian plight as one where his people, expelled and dispossessed by Jewish victors, were in the unique historical position of being 'the victims of the victims': there was something quasi-Christian, I thought, in the apparent humility of that statement.
What can be asserted without evidence can be dismissed without evidence.
Never ask while you are doing it if what you are doing is fun. Don't introduce even your most reliably witty acquaintance as someone who will set the table on a roar.
[E]xceptional claims demand exceptional evidence.
The worst days are when you feel foggy in the head - chemo-brain they call it. It's awful because you feel boring. As well as bored. And stupid. And resigned.
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When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
You begin by letting thoughts flow and watching them. The very observation slows down the mind till it stops altogether. Once the mind is quiet, keep it quiet. Don't get bored with peace, be in it, go deeper into it.
You are damned, and we wish to share your damnation.
I never wish to be easily defined.
Did any of you, parents, ever hear your child wake from sleep with some panic fear and shriek the mother's name through the darkness? Was not that a more powerful appeal than all words? And, depend upon it, that the soul which cries aloud on God, "the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ," though it have "no language but a cry," will never call in vain.
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