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E-X-A-C-T-L-Y how I feel.
But perhaps it’s more the first chapter (titled The Promise), the eloquence of his writing, or maybe just his idea. I read the chapter for my sociology class last year & for some reason, it really resonated with me.
As Wright puts it, the sociological imagination is the capacity to range from the most impersonal and remote transformations to the most intimate features of the human self - and to see the relations between the two. Or in other words, to see the connection between society (a large scale) and an individual (a small scale).
Here’s an excerpt from the chapter that I particularly like:
In many ways it is a terrible lesson; in many ways a magnificent one. We do not know the limits of man’s capacities for supreme effort or willing degradation, for agony or glee, for pleasurable brutality or the sweetness of reason. But in our time we have come to know that the limits of “human nature” are frighteningly broad. We have come to know that every individual lives, from one generation to the next, in some society; that he lives out a biography, and that he lives it out within some historical sequence. By the fact of his living he contributes, however minutely, to the shaping of this society and to the course of its history, even as he is made by society and by its historical push and shove.
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