Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
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What this quote means
The quote expresses the author's desire for an in-depth and critical evaluation of their work by knowledgeable critics.
Louis Aragon emphasizes the importance of rigorous and thoughtful critique in literature. He implores seasoned critics to not only focus on the surface elements of his writing, such as grammar and syntax, but also to delve deeply into the underlying ideas and emotions that shape his style. This reflects a broader belief that true understanding of artistic work requires more than mere technical assessment—it requires a recognition of the complexities of thought and intention behind the words.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a literary discussion group, to highlight the need for deep analysis of a new book.
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