“Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a while day to make a compilation tape, asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or T.S. Eliot or, God forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them?”
In this quote by David Nicholls, the speaker reflects on how expressions of love and emotion have evolved over time, suggesting that the grand gestures and poetic declarations of the past may no longer hold the same significance in modern society. The speaker laments the loss of such heartfelt gestures, noting that quoting famous writers like Bob Dylan, T.S. Eliot, or Brecht may no longer be appreciated in today's world. This quote highlights the changing attitudes towards love and emotion, and the potential disconnect between past romantic ideals and contemporary realities.
In today's fast-paced and technology-driven world, the traditional ways of expressing love and affection seem to have lost their charm. David Nicholls highlights this shift in his quote, emphasizing how gestures like writing poetry, making mixtapes, and quoting poets may not have the same impact as they once did. Let's explore the modern relevance of these sentiments.
In the quote by David Nicholls, the author reflects on how expressions of love and intimacy have changed over time. Here are a few examples of modern romantic gestures that are contrasted with the traditional ones mentioned in the quote:
In this quote from David Nicholls, he reflects on how romantic gestures and expressions of emotion have changed over time. Consider the following questions:
“It would be inappropiate, undignified, at 38, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour or intensity of a 22 year old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry? Crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photobooths? Taking a whole day to make a compilation tape? Asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or TS Eliot or, god forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them? Ridiculous, at 38, to expect a song or book or film to change your life.”
“No, this, she felt, was real life and if she wasn’t as curious or passionate as she had once been, that was only to be expected. It would be inappropriate, undignified, at thirty-eight, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour and intensity of a twenty-two-year-old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a whole day to make a compilation tape, asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or T.S. Eliot or, God forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them? Ridiculous, at thirty-eight, to expect a song or book or film to change your life. No, everything had evened out and settled down and life was lived against a general background hum of comfort, satisfaction and familiarity. There would be no more of these nerve-jangling highs and lows. The friends they had now would be the friends they had in five, ten, twenty years’ time. They expected to get neither dramatically richer or poorer; they expected to stay healthy for a little while yet. Caught in the middle; middle class, middle-aged; happy in that they were not overly happy. Finally, she loved someone and felt fairly confident that she was loved in return. If someone asked Emma, as they sometimes did at parties, how she and her husband had met, she told them:‘We grew up together.”
“Each day a raid on the inarticulate--T.S. Eliot”
“Song-writing's just kinda like catching fish--you sit there and pull them out as they go by--though I think Bob Dylan's up stream from me somewhere.”
“With your silhouette when the sunlight dimsInto your eyes where the moonlight swims,And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,Who among them would try to impress you?-Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)”