Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Alexander PopeRead
Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown_x000D_ _x000D_ Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?_x000D_ _x000D_ As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,_x000D_ _x000D_ I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the origin and purpose of the author's writing, questioning whether it stems from personal experience or familial influence.
In this quote, Alexander Pope explores the complexities of creative expression, pondering whether his inclination to write is an innate talent or a product of his upbringing. He suggests that, as a child, he was already drawn to the rhythm of writing, indicating that creativity can often emerge from an inherent desire to express oneself, regardless of external influences or expectations.
In practice
A writer at a literary festival discussing the origins of their work.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;_x000D_ _x000D_ Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
Acting is standing up naked and turning around very slowly.
People always ask what a book is about, as if it has to be about something. I don't want to write books that lend themselves to that sort of description. My books are more a kind of breaking-down.
Writing is exhilarating, but reading reviews is not. I've been really devastated by 'good' reviews because they misunderstand the project of the book. It can be strangely galvanising to get a 'bad' one.
Beauty without expression is boring.
Adornment, what a science! Beauty, what a weapon! Modesty, what elegance!
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
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