Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.
Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that rational thinking diminished after World War I, leading to irrational behavior in society.
Louis-Ferdinand Celine reflects on the societal changes following World War I, positing that a significant loss of reason occurred during this tumultuous period. With the horrors of the war, traditional notions of logic and rationality seemed to disintegrate, giving way to irrationality and chaos in thought and behavior among people. This statement serves as a critique of the era's turmoil, highlighting how catastrophic events can influence collective human reasoning.
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Example use cases
This quote could be used in a discussion about the impact of war on human behavior during a history lecture.
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