Democracy divides people into workers and loafers. It makes no provision for those who have no time to work.
Karl KrausRead
Journalist: a person without any ideas but with an ability to express them; a writer whose skill is improved by a deadline: the more time he has, the worse he writes.
Interpretation
This quote humorously critiques journalists as skilled communicators who often lack original ideas and suggests that deadlines are essential to their writing quality.
Karl Kraus's quote satirically defines a journalist as someone who may not possess original ideas but has the unique ability to articulate those ideas. He posits that the pressure of deadlines is crucial for journalists, implying that too much time can lead to poorer quality writing, thereby highlighting the paradox of creativity under constraint.
In practice
This quote can be referenced during a discussion about the pressures faced by journalists today.
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