A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
Neil GaimanRead
The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. "There are those," it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, "who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one - after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape, from time to time. How often does your dinner get to escape?
Interpretation
The quote explores the nature of predation and the excuse of mercy in a cat's playful behavior.
In this quote, Neil Gaiman delves into the nature of a cat's predatory behavior, illustrating how what may appear as playfulness can also reflect a deeper understanding of mercy and survival. The cat's reflection suggests that while it plays with its prey, there is a deeper commentary on the human condition, hinting at how we often rationalize our actions under the guise of compassion, even when they may take a more somber turn.
In practice
During a lecture on ethics, one might use this quote to explain the complexities of predatory behavior and mercy.
A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
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The important thing to understand about American history, wrote Mr. Ibis, in his leather-bound journal, is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.
Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
If thou suffer injustice, console thyself; the true unhappiness is in doing it.
God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian.
One must not judge everyone in the world by his qualities as a soldier: otherwise we should have no civilization.
I am a creationist and an evolutionist. Evolution is God's, or Nature's method of creation. Creation is not an event that happened in 4004 BC; it is a process that began some 10 billion years ago and is still under way.
Truth is one, the sages speak of it by many names.
Christmas is God lighting a candle; and you don't light a candle in a room that's already full of sunlight. You light a candle in a room that's so murky that the candle, when lit, reveals just how bad things really are.
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