When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.
Stephen CraneRead
When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands— But the scene is grey.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the disillusionment with reality, showing that things are often not as clear-cut as we wish them to be.
In this quote by Stephen Crane, the prophet's lamentation about the grey scene symbolizes the complexity of knowledge and truth. Instead of the expected dichotomy of good and bad, the reality presented is mixed and ambiguous, suggesting that life and understanding are rarely black and white. This raises questions about our preconceived notions and the limitations of our understanding.
In practice
During a lecture on the complexities of morality, this quote could emphasize that issues are often not just right or wrong.
When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.
Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.
Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
And yet to every bad there is a worse.
If you wish to appear agreeable in society, you must consent to be taught many things which you already know.
The quality of mercy is not strained
All societies wrestle with the scourge of prejudice, but validating that prejudice in statute makes a virtue of oppression.
The man who produces while others dispose of his product is a slave.
It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.
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