What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
Willa CatherRead
Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar.
Interpretation
Alcohol amplifies a person's inherent characteristics, revealing their true nature when under its influence.
Willa Cather's quote suggests that alcohol does not alter a person's essence but instead intensifies their existing traits. In essence, one's behavior when intoxicated is a reflection of their true self, whether they become emotionally expressive, aggressive, or crude, depending on their underlying disposition.
In practice
During a discussion about the effects of alcohol at a community center event.
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.
Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand - a business as safe and commendable as making soap or breakfast foods - or it should be an art, which is always a search for something for which there is no market demand, something new and untried, where the values are intrinsic and have nothing to do with standardized values.
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.
This is reality, whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.
But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing.
An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.
Your religion is where your love is.
If you stick a knife nine inches into my back and pull it out three inches, that is not progress.
God never made his work for man to mend.
By repenting, one acknowledges them as sins-therefore not to be repeated.
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