Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.
Norman MailerRead
Part of the oncoming demise (of New York during its terrible fiscal crisis) is that none of us can simply believe it. We were always the best and the strongest of cities, and our people were vital to the teeth. Knock them down eight times and they would get up with that look in the eye which suggests the fight has barely begun.
Interpretation
The quote reflects resilience and the indomitable spirit of New Yorkers during tough times.
Norman Mailer's quote emphasizes the unwavering strength and resilience of New Yorkers in the face of adversity. He suggests that even in moments of despair, such as the city's fiscal crisis, the people maintain a fighting spirit and an unyielding attitude, indicative of their identity as a strong community that refuses to be defeated.
In practice
This quote could be used in a motivational speech about perseverance in tough economic times.
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