To starve a child of the spell of the story, of the canter of the poem, oral or written, is a kind of living burial. It is to immure him in emptiness.
We know that a man can read Goethe or Rilke in the evening, that he can play Bach and Schubert, and go to his day's work at Auschwitz in the morning.
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What this quote means
This quote reflects the duality of human existence, showcasing the contrast between beauty and horror.
In this quote, George Steiner highlights the ability of individuals to engage deeply with art and culture while simultaneously participating in acts of great moral atrocity. It underscores a profound philosophical observation about the human condition; that one can inhabit a world filled with beauty and culture yet also face the reality of human evil, exemplified by the reference to Auschwitz. This dual existence raises questions about the nature of humanity and the capacity for both creation and destruction.
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In a discussion on the resilience of the human spirit during dark times.
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The letter kills the spirit. The written text is mute in the face of responding challenge. It does not admit of inward growth and correction. Text subverts the absolutely vital role of memory.
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