Wednesday 26 March 2008

Fewtril no.233

One could write a book which might send every man who read it mad. It would have to be so persuasive in tone and argument as to strip him of the defences of his character and reveal to him without consolation the terrible possibilities of his predicament: the ephemerality and finitude of his being, without autonomy, overwhelmed by the vastness of the world. It could be a best-seller, but only if it were bound in a bright cover with pictures on it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sounds to me like "All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God," without the balance of "Christ died for our sins."

Henry IX
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