David ran through concrete advantages. And then set aside the practical. The pragmatist was gone, replaced by the poet and mystic.

Geraldine Brooks
About This Quote

The author, David Foster Wallace, is known for being a man of many different interests and talents. One of those interests involved poetry, philosophy, and writing. The quote represents David’s shift from the pragmatic to the practical to the mystical. It can be seen as a kind of shift from one perspective to another perspective.

Source: The Secret Chord

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