Quote by Ernest Hemingway

He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war.


He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as

Summary

This quote highlights the power of perception and ignorance amidst challenging circumstances, particularly in times of war. By stating that "we were all cooked," it suggests that all individuals involved in the war were in a dire situation; however, the key to survival was the ability to remain unaware of this truth. The quote implies that the nation or group that remained oblivious to their dire circumstances for the longest would have an advantage, emphasizing the psychological and mental aspects that can influence the outcome of a conflict.

By Ernest Hemingway
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