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When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god-not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests that societal labels are insignificant to nature, which can produce exceptional individuals regardless of human classifications.
E. M. Forster's quote reflects on the idea that societal constructs and categories, such as those that lead to discrimination and judgment, are trivial in the larger scheme of nature. It posits that nature can remember its achievements and will occasionally produce extraordinary individuals to challenge these narrow societal views, illustrating that true worth is not defined by arbitrary human classifications.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a speech advocating for diversity, one could remind the audience that nature challenges societal labels by producing unique individuals.
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