I had an incident like this a long time ago in
(college) freshman English Lit. The book - a play, actually - was
Waiting For Godot. The English teacher, making an effort to expand our minds, asked us what we thought of the play.
Stupidly, I gave him my frank opinion - that it was a nonsensical piece of trash. Needless to say, that was not the viewpoint he was looking for.
I am happy to say that now, 40 years later, I have come to appreciate
existentialism in general, and
WFG in particular. But it is still prudent to not overanalyze individual lines in Literature.
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