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“Connectedness is the essence of everything...They sense that, of course, from time to time; have uneasy feelings that all they live by is nonsense. They have dim apprehensions that such propositions as 'God does not exist' are somewhat dubious at least in comparison with statements like 'All carnivorous cows eat meat.' That's where the Shaper saves them. Provides an illusion of reality—puts together all their facts with a gluey whine of connectedness. Mere tripe, believe me. Mere sleight-of-wits. He knows no more than they do about total reality—less, if anything: works with the same old clutter of atoms, the givens of his time and place and tongue. But he spins it all together with harp runs and hoots, and they think what they think is alive, think Heaven loves them. It keeps them going—for what that's worth.”

Quote by John Gardner

Book:Grendel

Work

Grendel

Grendel is a narrative poem that delves into the life of a fearsome creature, Grendel, who attacks the Danish kingdom of Heorot. The poem, rich in symbolism and philosophical depth, examines the nature of good and evil, the role of the individual within a community, and the cyclical nature of violence. Written in a modern style, it challenges traditional heroic narratives and invites readers to reconsider the boundaries between human and monster. more

Author

John Gardner
John Gardner

John Gardner, born on July 21, 1933, was an influential American novelist of the mid-20th century. Known for his profound character development and imaginative storytelling, his works have been highly appreciated by readers. more

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