A satirist is a man whose flesh creeps so at the ugly and the savage and the incongruous aspects of society that he has to express them as brutally and nakedly as possible in order to get relief.
John Dos PassosRead
The mind cannot support moral chaos for long. Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs
Interpretation
This quote suggests that people inherently need to create a moral framework to make sense of their actions, similar to how spiders instinctively weave webs.
John Dos Passos highlights the necessity of morality in human behavior, implying that individuals cannot thrive in a state of moral uncertainty or chaos. Just as spiders are compelled to build their webs, humans are driven to establish ethical beliefs to guide their actions and interactions, ensuring a stable and coherent existence.
In practice
During a discussion on ethics in a philosophy class.
A satirist is a man whose flesh creeps so at the ugly and the savage and the incongruous aspects of society that he has to express them as brutally and nakedly as possible in order to get relief.
Anything that happens to you has some bearing upon what you write.
Breaking with old friends is one of the most painful of the changes in all that piling up of a multitude of small distasteful changes that constitutes growing older.
Love is cheap. You can buy it anywhere. Lives are cheap. It's money that's dear. You have to work days and sit up nights thinking how to make money.
There's something wonderfully exciting about the quiet sing song of an aeroplane overhead with all the guns in creation lighting out at it, and searchlights feeling their way across the sky like antennae, and the earth shaking snort of the bombs and the whimper of shrapnel pieces when they come down to patter on the roof.
U.S.A. is the speech of the people
When the institutions of money rule the world, it is perhaps inevitable that the interests of money will take precedence over the interests of people. What we are experiencing might best be described as a case of money colonizing life. To accept this absurd distortion of human institutions and purpose should be considered nothing less than an act of collective, suicidal insanity.
Whatever we have done with our lives makes us what we are when we die. And everything, absolutely everything, counts.
I don't believe we have a professional self from Mondays through Fridays and a real self for the rest of the time.
It's almost as if a demon might have passed from one host to another.
Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it.
By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?
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