All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
John FowlesRead
People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more free of each other, and so were more individual. The entire world was not for them only a push or a switch away. Strangers were strange, and sometimes with an exciting, beautiful strangeness. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the balance between individual freedom and communication in society.
John Fowles suggests that while people may have less knowledge about each other, this lack of familiarity allows for greater individuality and freedom. The excitement in the unfamiliarity of strangers adds vitality to life, yet the quote also contemplates the implications of communication's increasing prevalence, hinting at the potential benefits it may bring to humanity by bridging these gaps.
Themes
FreedomIndividualityCommunicationStrangersHumanity
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be perfect for a discussion on the importance of individuality at a philosophy seminar.
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