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Are we not all of us fanatics? I say only what you of the U.S.A. pretend you do not know. Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote urges careful consideration of one's attachments and beliefs, highlighting their potential impermanence and the folly of extreme devotion.
David Foster Wallace's quote addresses the idea of fanaticism and the seriousness of our attachments, both personal and ideological. He suggests that while we may passionately align ourselves with certain people, causes, or nations, these attachments can be precarious due to the unpredictable nature of life and relationships. By labeling certain forms of devotion, particularly to individuals, as 'craziness', he prompts a reflection on the importance of choosing one’s attachments wisely, recognizing that people can change and relationships can end, while larger causes or ideals may provide a more enduring commitment.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about commitment and relationships, this quote highlights the need to be mindful of what we devote ourselves to.
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