Fashion is primitive in its insistence on exhibitionism, which withers in isolation. The catwalk fashion show with its incandescen...t hype is its apotheosis. A ritualized gathering of connoiseurs and the spoilt at a spotlit parade of snazzy pulchritude, it is an industrialized version of the pagan festivals of renewal. At the end of each seasonal display, a priesthood is enjoined to carry news of the omens to the masses.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Put shortly, these are the two views, then. One, that man is intrinsically good, spoilt by circumstance; and the other that he is ...intrinsically limited, but disciplined by order and tradition to something fairly decent. To the one party man's nature is like a well, to the other like a bucket. The view which regards him like a well, a reservoir full of possibilities, I call the romantic; the one which regards him as a very finite and fixed creature, I call the classical.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everything is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade,... Too much gazed at? Where's the maid Whose lip mature is ever new? Where's the eye, however, blue, Doth not weary? Where's the face One would meet in every place?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This leads us to note down in our psychological chart of the mass-man of today two fundamental traits: the free expansion of his v...ital desires, and, therefore, of his personality; and his radical ingratitude towards all that has made possible the ease of his existence. These traits together make up the well-known psychology of the spoilt child.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My dear dear Mother, If you don't let me come home I die--I am all over ink,... and my fine clothes have been spoilt--I have been tost in a blanket, and seen a ghost. I remain, my dear dear Mother, Your dutiful and most unhappy son, Freddy. P.S. Remember me to my Father.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Who are our true rulers? The Negro poets, to be sure. Do they not set the fashion, and give laws to the public taste? Let one of t...hem, in the swamps of Carolina, compose a new song, and it no sooner reaches the ear of a white amateur, than it is written down, amended (that is, almost spoilt), printed, and then put upon a course of rapid dissemination, to cease only with the utmost bounds of Anglo-Saxondom, perhaps with the world. Meanwhile, the poor author digs away with his hoe, utterly ignorant of his greatness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have seen some whose consciences, owing undoubtedly to former indulgence, had grown to be as irritable as spoilt children, and a...t length gave them no peace. They did not know when to swallow their cud, and their lives of course yielded no milk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson,... On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »