We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.
Everyone wants a prodigy to fail; it makes our mediocrity more bearable.
Interpretation
What this quote means
People often wish for the failure of those who excel so they can feel better about their own average performance.
This quote by Harold Bloom reflects a deep-seated psychological tendency where individuals may hope for the failure of extraordinarily talented people, as it helps them to cope with their own mediocrity. It suggests that when prodigies or high achievers fail, it validates the experiences of those who struggle and makes their less distinguished accomplishments feel more acceptable. This highlights a darker side of human nature, where jealousy and insecurity can lead to a sense of schadenfreude, finding pleasure in the misfortunes of the successful.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a discussion about high achievers in a workplace setting, one might reference this quote to highlight insecurities.
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