On rare occasions one does hear of a miraculous case of a married couple falling in love after marriage, but on close examination it will be found that it is a mere adjustment to the inevitable.
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"What would you do with the lazy ones, who would not work?" "No one is lazy. They grow hopeless from the misery of their present existence, and give up. Under our order of things, every man would do the work he liked, and would have as much as his neighbor, so could not be unhappy and discouraged."
Interpretation
What this quote means
People are not inherently lazy; their surroundings can lead to hopelessness and inactivity.
Emma Goldman's quote emphasizes that laziness often stems from despair and a lack of opportunity rather than a true lack of desire to work. She suggests that in a more equitable society, if individuals had the chance to pursue work that inspires them and received fair compensation, they would be satisfied and not succumb to hopelessness.
Themes
WorkHopelessnessSocietyEqualityOpportunity
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion on social justice and economic equality.
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