Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.
Interpretation
Differences among friends are often more annoying when the issues at hand are insignificant.
W. H. Auden suggests that the trivial differences in taste or opinion can become a source of irritation among friends. This highlights the tendency for people to become more frustrated by inconsequential disagreements, emphasizing the importance of valuing friendship over petty differences. It serves as a reminder to focus on the deeper connections that bind us rather than letting minor disputes create discord.
In practice
During a casual gathering, one might quote Auden to resolve a minor argument over movie preferences.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
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