of touching one’s idols

“one should be wary of touching one’s idols, for the gilt comes off on one’s fingers.”

–gustave flaubert, madame bovary

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that’s right. comes right off. and leaves you with a hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach. matter of fact, leave alone touching -don’t even get close, or even overly curious about your idols. better left alone on their lofty pedastels to be admired and emulated and idolized.

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~ by safrang on March 7, 2009.

7 Responses to “of touching one’s idols”

  1. Intriguing. What inspired this?

  2. By the way, I emailed you at the blog email address you gave me. Did you ever get it?

    (Sorry, I’m a relentlessly paranoid and insecure emailer.)

  3. Do you think I would be able to guess what inspired this?
    See you in a few days. That is if all works out for me.

  4. hmm… i am not goint to say anything at this point about what inspired this… but one can guess i am sure.

    yes i got your email transitionland… thank you. will reply soon..

    and qumandan, i think you can guess the inspiration for the quote but i would be curious to hear it once we meet… hope you can make it and see you soon…

  5. hmm… i am not goint to say anything at this point about what inspired this… but one can guess i am sure.

    yes i got your email transitionland… thank you. will reply soon..

    and qumandan, i think you can guess the inspiration for the quote but i would be curious to hear it once we meet… hope you can make it and see you soon…

  6. it really is heartbreaking, isn’t it? To see them tumbling off that pedestal? It leaves me wondering why I put them there in the first place. I find that it’s particularly disheartening in Afghanistan b/c we’re all looking for a way to make this country better and finding a person who ‘was’ a hero because I thought s/he was working to improve the country…only to find that they aren’t really – ah well, Afghanistan is the country of a 1,000 heartbreaks.

  7. Living in DC for a while, I learned not to put anyone on a pedestal, and to not admire, even from a distance. 😦

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