Jump off. You are a protected individual. Do not fear.
Great God! What have I turned into? What right have you people to clutter up my life, steal my time, probe my soul, suckle my thoughts, have me for your companion, confidant, and information bureau? What do you take me for? Am I an entertainer on salary, required every evening to play an intellectual farce under your stupid noses? Am I a slave, bought and paid for, to crawl on my belly in front of you idlers and lay at your feet all that I do and all that I know?
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote highlights the struggle of an individual who feels overwhelmed by societal expectations and the demands placed on them by others.
Henry Miller's quote expresses a deep frustration with the way society often exploits individuals, treating them as mere sources of entertainment or information rather than valuing them as whole beings. The speaker feels a loss of autonomy, questioning their worth and identity in a world where they are expected to serve the desires of others without regard for their own needs or feelings. This powerful reflection invites the reader to consider the importance of self-worth and the impact of societal pressures on personal identity.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the pressures of social media influencers on mental health.
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What are our conductors giving us year after year? Only fresh corpses. Over these beautifully embalmed sonatas, toccatas, symphonies and operas the public dance the jitterbug. Night and day without let the radio drowns us in a hog-wash of the most nauseating, sentimental ditties. From the churches comes the melancholy dirge of the dead Christ, a music which is no more sacred than a rotten turnip.
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