A society which allows an abominable event to burgeon from its dungheap and grow on its surface is like a man who lets a fly crawl... unheeded across his face or saliva dribble unstemmed from his mouth--either epileptic or dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Don here-and-there, Don epileptic; Don puffed and empty, Don dyspeptic;... Don middle-class, Don sycophantic, Don dull, Don brutish, Don pedantic;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This fantastic state of mind, of a humanity that has outrun its ideas, is matched by a political scene in the grotesque style, wit...h Salvation Army methods, hallelujahs and bell-ringing and dervishlike repetition of monotonous catchwords, until everybody foams at the mouth. Fanaticism turns into a means of salvation, enthusiasm into epileptic ecstacy, politics becomes an opiate for the masses, a proletarian eschatology; and reason veils her face.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tamed as it may be, sexuality remains one of the demonic forces in human consciousness--pushing us at intervals close to taboo and... dangerous desires, which range from the impulse to commit sudden arbitrary violence upon another person to the voluptuous yearning for the extinction of one's consciousness, for death itself. Even on the level of simple physical sensation and mood, making love surely resembles having an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »