To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Aldous HuxleyRead
...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.
Interpretation
People often become complacent in their lives and accept their roles without questioning them.
Aldous Huxley's quote suggests that many individuals become so accustomed to their societal roles and the comforts they provide that they fail to recognize the need for change or challenge the status quo. This acceptance can lead to a lack of critical thinking and a passive attitude towards the oppressive structures that govern their lives, ultimately leading to a reluctance to pursue freedom or revolution.
In practice
In a discussion about social norms at a conference on societal structures.
To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
In the course of history many more people have died for their drink and their dope than have died for their religion or their country.
On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.
No man ever dared to manifest his boredom so insolently as does a Siamese tomcat when he yawns in the face of his amorously importunate wife.
The leech's kiss, the squid's embrace, The prurient ape's defiling touch: And do you like the human race? No, not much.
The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command. His heart sank as he thought of the enormous power arrayed against him, the ease with which any Party intellectual would overthrow him in debate, the subtle arguments which he would not be able to understand, much less answer. And yet he was in the right! They were wrong and he was right.
The ideal of a single civilization for everyone, implicit in the cult of progress and technique, impoverishes and mutilates us
War never takes a wicked man by chance, the good man always.
I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.
He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.
The state of childhood resonates with life inside a fantasy novel. If you have no control over how you spend large chunks of your day, or are at the mercy of flawed giant beings, then the desire to bend the laws of the world by magic is strong and deep.
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