Quote by Groucho Marx

We dont like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out. Well, art is art, isnt it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know.

We dont like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out

Summary

This quote, attributed to Groucho Marx, is a whimsical and witty way of expressing the subjective nature of people's opinions and tastes. It suggests that personal preferences and perceptions are unique and cannot be easily influenced or changed. The quote playfully juxtaposes various elements, like sound, water, directions, and even cooking techniques, to imply that different things have distinct characteristics and should be appreciated on their own terms. Ultimately, it challenges the listener to rely on their own understanding and knowledge to form opinions, rather than seeking validation or consensus from others.

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