A quibble [a pun or a riddle] is to Shakespeare what luminous vapors are to the traveler; he follows it at all adventures; it is sure to lead him out of his way and sure to engulf him in the mire. It has some malignant power over his mind, and its fascinations are irresistible. Whatever be the dignity or profundity of his disquisition, whether he be enlarging knowledge or exalting affection, whether he be amusing attention with incidents or enchaining it in suspense…a quibble is the golden apple for which he will always turn aside from his career to stoop from his elevation. A quibble, poor and barren as it is, gave him such delight that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason, propriety, and truth. A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world and was content to lose it. – Samuel Johnson
My personal quibble is art. I have painted, made jewelry, sculpted, and photographed. These activities definitely distract me from work that I consider define my “real” skills. Yet, I think my personal “quibbles” are what keep my sanity in check, and for which I actually do the other stuff. Without this, my greater works could not exist.
Do you have any personal “quibbles” ?