He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.
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What this quote means
This quote highlights the complex relationship between justice and detachment in life and death scenarios.
Ernest Hemingway reflects on the nature of individuals who seek to understand or judge the acts surrounding death and justice, portraying a dichotomy where these questioners possess a sense of detachment from the dangers they scrutinize. They approach the concept of justice with a steadfast commitment, yet are shielded from its immediate consequences, illustrating a philosophical contemplation on moral responsibility and the human condition.
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In a speech about ethical responsibilities, one might use this quote to illustrate the moral complexities of judgment in life.
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