| Quote #1
I want to be famous to shuffling men
Nye chooses very specific groups of people to smile at. This isn't her boss or her mother-in-law or that hall monitor that will never tell on you as long as you keep the smiles coming. In fact, these people are not known to her and can do very little in return for her kindness. Is that what fame is: being kind to those who can do virtually nothing in return for you?
| Quote #2
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
Nye highlights the traditional definition of famous here at the end—the doing of something spectacular—and she contrasts that with her own definition, which is never forgetting what she can do. Is it hard to do what we can? Is this, in itself, a virtue? Is doing what we can do a bit spectacular all on its own? Go ahead, fellow Shmoopers, admit it: we are pretty spectacular, aren't we?