The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.
Interpretation
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.
In practice
In a speech about ethical responsibilities, one might use this quote to illustrate the moral complexities of judgment in life.
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.
How did you go bankrupt?" Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.
When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.
There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.
Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
The story of Mary of Magdalene reminds us all of a fundamental truth...A disciple of Christ is one who, in the experience of human weakness, has had the humility to ask for his help, has been healed by him and has set out following closely after him, becoming a witness of the power of his merciful love that is stronger than sin and death.
Religion, which never intervenes directly in the government of American society, should therefore be considered as the first of their political institutions
The mere absence of war is not peace.
At a certain point, what people mean when they use a word becomes its meaning.
It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- time and space and heart's weariness are the blander executioners or human connection.
Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!
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