We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
Jeffrey EugenidesRead
Historical fact: People stopped being people in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to the new pace of the age. Since then, however, the adaptation has been passed down: we've all inherited it to some degree, so that we plug right into joy-sticks and remotes, to repetitive motions of a hundred kinds.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on how industrialization and the assembly line altered human behavior and experience.
Jeffrey Eugenides comments on a pivotal shift in human existence that began with Henry Ford's introduction of the assembly line in 1913. He suggests that this mechanization transformed people from being fully embodied beings to individuals who conform to the rhythm of machines, ultimately affecting not just workers of that era but modern society at large, leading to a cultural legacy where our interactions often mimic the repetitive motions of technology.
In practice
In a discussion about the impacts of technology on the workforce.
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
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Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.
She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.
It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.
Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.
Change is the principal feature of our age and literature should explore how people deal with it. The best science fiction does that, head-on.
Our generation has the ability and the responsibility to make our ever-more connected world a more hopeful, stable and peaceful place.
Gays and lesbians began to gain civil rights when Americans realized that their brothers, cousins, daughters were gay.
On climate change, we often don't fully appreciate that it is a problem. We think it is a problem waiting to happen.
We've reached the end of incrementalism. Only those companies that are capable of creating industry revolutions will prosper in the new economy.
In the 1970s, girls didn't do anything. It wasn't their fault. For me and the other working-class girls I hung around with, our route was plotted - you were a secretary and a wife. I wanted to hitchhike around the world, go on motorbikes, be in bands.
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