I have forgotten my mask and my face was in it.
Man has been corrupted by his symbols. Language has killed the animal.
We permit no one to enter our web of flesh where we have our home … We retreat more deeply into ourselves; with each advancing moment the self retreats from us.
What horror can be greater than an arm of monstrous dogs led by a human intelligence.
One of the most heartbreakingly beautiful lines in literature, receding into one of the most grimly heartbreaking visions of humanity. Fro Kenneth Patchen’s The Journal of Albion Moonlight, 1941.