Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.
Interpretation
Old age brings challenges and struggles that can feel overwhelming and destructive.
In this quote, Philip Roth presents a bleak perspective on the experience of aging, suggesting that rather than a dignified battle, it is akin to a massacre—an indiscriminate and brutal weakening of the body and spirit. It reflects the idea that old age can strip away vitality and joy, leaving one vulnerable and defeated in a relentless march towards the end of life.
In practice
In a speech at a retirement community, one might say, 'As Philip Roth observed, old age isn't a battle; it's a massacre, reminding us of the fragility of our golden years.'
American society [...] not only sanctions gross and unfair relations among men, but it encourages them. Now, can that be denied? No. Rivalry, competition, envy, jealousy, all that is malignant in human character is nourished by the system. Possession, money, property--on such corrupt standards as these do you people measure happiness and success.
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Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
As liberty of thought is absolute, so is liberty of speech, which is 'inseparable' from the liberty of thought. Liberty of speech, moreover, is essential not only for its own sake but for the sake of truth, which requires absolute liberty for the utterance of unpopular and even demonstrably false opinions.
No lying knight or lying priest ever prospered in any age, but especially not in the dark ones. Men prospered then only in following an openly declared purpose, and preaching candidly beloved and trusted creeds.
Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half
I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.
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