At the same time, she is embroiled in the whole range of human perplexity — except, tellingly, for irony.
The result was a hit on Broadway and in London, where the Sunday Times critic Harold Hobson wrote, "It is extraordinary that a musical, the most trivial of theatrical forms, should be able to plunge, as Company does with perfect congruity, into the profound depths of human perplexity and misery".
While Bonacorso's alien projects serenity, the humans' perplexity at his aloofness plays out in two narratives, one of empathy in the lead character, and another of defensiveness with a retired military official who states, "Peace and quiet can generally be judged as ongoing, covert enemy action".
Novelists bring a personal voice to the "profound perplexity" of human life.
Shakespeare's poetic expression in his later plays, such as Hamlet, King Lear, Othello, Macbeth, and The Winter's Tale, is supple, approximating the rhythms of speech, yet capable of conveying the subtlest human delight, grief, or perplexity.
There is also an entire "second generation" literature, both memoirs and novels by children of victims who testify to the enduring questions the Holocaust has left behind, questions about the nature of human nature and the perplexities of theodicy — the relationship of God to the evil visited upon the innocent.
The first analyses of the human genome have resulted in as much perplexity as enlightenment.
What my five-minute blindness opened my eyes to, however, was not the challenges blind people face (I cannot pretend to understand that after five minutes), but the perplexity of the concept and innovative nature of human-centered design, and frankly why the "human-centered" distinction is necessary.
He has mused over Proust in "How Proust Can Change Your Life," the human urge to see new places in "The Art of Travel" and the perplexities of social class in "Status Anxiety".
Through careful readings of Hegel's early handwritten manuscripts, Rosenzweig attempts to show that the Hegel of the mid-1790s found himself in a state of perplexity over the possibility of reconciling the radical subjectivity of the free individual human being with the objectivity of the world.
Do we reach for the one downed by the crushing perplexity of modernity or do we merely pass by, forgetting about that grizzled human lying on the sidewalk who is drowning in the gutter created by the disintegrating and dehumanizing post-modern existence?
