Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim 'I do enjoy myself' or 'I am horrified' we are insincere. 'As far as I feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror' - it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent.

~ E.M. Forster, A Passage to India, 1924

2 comments:

Arti said...

Beautiful. Yes, most of our lives are spent just drifting meaninglessly through it. Very thought provoking Angeli.

Loree said...

I read this book so many years ago. I cannot say that I remember this particular paragraph and I do not think that I agree with the author. Life is as interesting as you choose to make it.

 
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