Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
Jack: Actually, I was found. Lady Bracknell: Found? Jack: Uh, yes, I was in... a handbag. Lady Bracknell: A handbag? Jack: Yes, it was... [makes gestures] Jack: an ordinary handbag.
Interpretation
This quote humorously reflects the absurdity of identity through an unlikely scenario.
In this exchange from Oscar Wilde's play, there is a comedic revelation regarding Jack's existence, which he naively describes as being found in a handbag. This playful absurdity highlights themes of identity and social norms, illustrating how outlandish situations can serve as a critique of societal expectations, particularly regarding class and lineage.
In practice
In a discussion about the quirks of identity at a literary event.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don't know.
When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
ASS, n. A public singer with a good voice but no ear.
Golf is the only game where the worst player gets the best of it. He obtains more out of it as regards both exercise and enjoyment, for the good player gets worried over the slightest mistake, whereas the poor player makes too many mistakes to worry about them.
HAND, n. A singular instrument worn at the end of the human arm and commonly thrust into somebody's pocket.
The secret to humor is surprise.
Whereupon a strange euphoria came over me. Not only was I exiled, paralyzed, mute, half deaf, deprived of all pleasures, and reduced to the existence of a jellyfish, but I was also horrible to behold. There comes a time when the heaping up of calamities brings on uncontrollable nervous laughter - when, after a final blow from fate, we decide to treat it all as a joke.
If there is a better singer in England than Craig David, then I am Margaret Thatcher.
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