Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses, and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out.
Banish all objects of lust, shut up all youth into the severest discipline that can be exercised in any hermitage, ye cannot make them chaste that come not thither to.
Who is beyond the law
Who is bought and sold
Who is free to choose
Who does time
Who follows order
Who prays loudest
Who dies first
Who laughs last
In the realm of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions.
Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience they were expelled, because of impatience they do not return.
It is not for history to supply us with a sense of history. Life always supplies us with a sense of history. It is for history to supply us with a sense of life.
“Headless Horsemen.” New Yorker 2006.06.05