Football strategy does not originate in a scrimmage: it is useless to expect solutions in a political campaign.
Walter LippmannRead
The only feeling that anyone can have about an event he does not experience is the feeling aroused by his mental image of that event ... For it is clear enough that under certain conditions men respond as powerfully to fictions as they do to realities.
Interpretation
Our perception and imagination can evoke feelings just as strong as actual experiences.
Walter Lippmann emphasizes the power of imagination and perception, suggesting that the emotions we feel about events we haven't personally experienced can be just as intense as those tied to actual events. This highlights the role of mental imagery and fiction in shaping our emotions and responses, showing that our understanding of reality is often mediated by our thoughts and beliefs.
In practice
In a discussion about how media influences our opinions, one could reference this quote to illustrate the impact of fictional narratives.
Football strategy does not originate in a scrimmage: it is useless to expect solutions in a political campaign.
The simple opposition between the people and big business has disappeared because the people themselves have become so deeply involved in big business.
The news and the truth are not the same thing.
There is nothing so bad but it can masquerade as moral.
The tendency of the casual mind is to pick out or stumble upon a sample which supports or defies its prejudices, and then to make it the representative of a whole class.
The private citizen, beset by partisan appeals for the loan of his Public Opinion, will soon see, perhaps, that these appeals are not a compliment to his intelligence, but an imposition on his good nature and an insult to his sense of evidence.
The effect of violent dislike between groups has always created an indifference to the welfare and honor of the state.
Few are those who wish to be endowed with virtue rather than to seem so.
Once you let people know anything about what you think, that's it, you're dead. Then they'll be jumping about in your mind, taking things out, holding them up to the light and killing them, yes, killing them, because thoughts are supposed to stay and grow in quiet, dark places, like butterflies in cocoons.
Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.
Sometimes a fog will settle over a vessel's deck and yet leave the topmast clear. Then a sailor goes up aloft and gets a lookout which the helmsman on deck cannot get. So prayer sends the soul aloft; lifts it above the clouds in which our selfishness and egotism befog us, and gives us a chance to see which way to steer.
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