Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the diminishing emotional connection to people as one becomes more acquainted with many, leading to a greater attachment to places than individuals.
E. M. Forster's quote delves into the complexities of human relationships in urban settings, suggesting that in a vast city like London, the proliferation of acquaintances can lead to a superficial attachment to people. As one gets to know more individuals, the emotional burden of caring for each diminishes, resulting in a paradox where one may end up feeling more connected to their environment than to fellow human beings. This suggests a commentary on the loneliness and detachment that can accompany city life.
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In practice
Example use cases
Discussing the effects of urban living at a community meeting.
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