April 4, 2011

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; create a type, and you find that you have created – nothing. That is because we are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want anyone to know or than we know ourselves. When I hear a man proclaiming himself an ‘average, honest, open fellow’, I feel pretty sure that he has some definite and perhaps terrible abnormality which he has agreed to conceal – and his protestation of being average and honest and open is his way of reminding himself of his misprision.

There are no types, no plurals.

F Scott Fitzgerald, “Rich Boy” (via drinkyourjuice)
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