The function of a book or a poem or a story is to delight, to enchant, to beguile.
Philip PullmanRead
Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote describes an idealized view of love as playful and passionate rather than hopeless and obsessive.
Philip Pullman reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that true love should embody qualities such as playfulness, passion, and intelligence, contrasting it with the despairing nature of obsessive love. He implies that a healthy relationship is dynamic and engaging, filled with joy and a hint of danger, rather than being consumed by hopelessness.
Themes
LovePassionPlayfulnessIntelligenceRelationships
In practice
Example use cases
In a romantic relationship discussion, one might reference this quote to highlight the ideal qualities of love.
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