There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man.
Jean GiraudouxRead
I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on how commercialization and external influences have changed the value of even the simplest things.
Jean Giraudoux's quote critiques modern society's shift towards commercialization and the need for intermediaries in transactions. He humorously illustrates that even a mundane object like a cabbage, which once held intrinsic value, now requires an agent to facilitate its worth in a market-driven environment, symbolizing the loss of authenticity and simplicity in today's world.
In practice
During a speech about the effects of commercialization on art and culture.
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man.
When a grown man reaches forty, we change him for an old one. He has completely disappeared. There's only the most superficial resemblance between the two of them. Nothing is handed on from one to the other.
A stock certificate is not a tool, like a shovel, or a commodity, like a pound of cheese. What we sell a customer is not a share in a business, but a view of the Elysian Fields. A financier is a creative artist. Our function is to stimulate the imagination. We are poets!
Everyone, when there's war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehood.
It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.
It would be better if only the old men fought the wars. Every country is the country of youth. When its youth dies, it dies with them.
Let us not underestimate how hard it is to be compassionate. Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to place where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely, and broken. But this is not our spontaneous response to suffering. What we desire most is to do away with suffering by fleeing from it or finding a quick cure for it.
It's easy to point out the evil in other people, but that can be found in all of us. That selfishness, that is something we all have in us. Sometimes you are successful at dealing with it, and sometimes you are not.
The energy of the mind is the essence of life.
Everywhere I've turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my own good—only /they/ were the ones who benefited. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop?
(The difficulty over the question of eternal torments lies in) how it is irreconcilable with the Goodness of God, to put any Persons at all upon a necessity of making such an Option, wherein if they choose amiss, the Misery they incur must be irrevocable.
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.
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