Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane... There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that society holds a complex admiration for those who act without constraints, such as a drunk person.
F. Scott Fitzgerald's quote explores the idea that individuals often find something intriguing about those who freely express themselves without societal inhibitions, as seen in drunk individuals. This respect may stem from a longing in many people to experience that same freedom from restraints, leading to a curious admiration for those who appears unbound by social norms or expectations.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about personal freedom at a philosophy club.
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
All of history misses out on the history of the soul. Human passions are so often not included in history.
If anyone tells you there is only one way, their way, get as far away from them as possible, both physically and philosophically.
However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.
Yes, ISIL is a terror-based insurgent army that seeks to establish a Caliphate, but the group's actual end goal is far from political: ISIL believes that, through jihad, it will bring about the Day of Judgment. This is not true Islam.
I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.
States are not moral agents, people are, and can impose moral standards on powerful institutions.
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