What we want is to see the child in pursuit of knowledge, and not knowledge in pursuit of the child.
George Bernard ShawRead
Music is the brandy of the damned.
Interpretation
Music serves as a powerful escape for those who feel lost or troubled.
George Bernard Shaw suggests that music is a potent and intoxicating experience that can resonate deeply with those who feel disconnected from society. By referring to it as 'the brandy of the damned,' he implies that music can provide solace and a sense of belonging to those struggling with their inner demons, much like how brandy serves to numb and provide temporary relief from pain.
In practice
During a speech about coping mechanisms, one might quote Shaw to highlight the healing power of music.
What we want is to see the child in pursuit of knowledge, and not knowledge in pursuit of the child.
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