The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence.
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People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the rapid pace of urban life and the anonymity of individuals within it.
Don DeLillo's quote captures the essence of modern existence, where individuals are often lost in the hustle and bustle of city life. It evokes a sense of both the vibrancy and the detachment that comes with living in a densely populated environment, highlighting how people can coexist yet remain invisible to one another as they rush through their daily routines.
Themes
Urban LifeAnonymityHustleExistenceIndividuality
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the fast pace of modern cities, one might use this quote to illustrate how people often overlook the lives of those around them.
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