What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
Iris MurdochRead
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the transient nature of fame and emphasizes the importance of self-improvement over seeking glory.
Iris Murdoch's quote contemplates the fleetingness of human achievements and the superficiality of glory depicted in theatre. She suggests that instead of chasing after ephemeral success, one should focus on personal growth and moral development, choosing a path of solitude to reflect and learn how to be good in a deeper, more meaningful way.
In practice
This quote can be shared in a discussion about the importance of inner growth over external recognition.
What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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