This was either the worst truth I’d ever encountered or the biggest pile of bullshit. I had no idea which I liked less.
C Robert Cargill, Sea of Rust
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Consider also:
- Omnium Gatherum: 18apr2021
- “A ‘Christian’ of that order ought to be put under restraint, and not allowed to associate with mankind. He carries a moral malaria with him, which poisons the air. He suggests evil to minds which have not thought it. He is a dangerous hypnotist, while pretending to be a disciple of Christ.”
- “SUPPOSE that I make up my mind that one of Charles Condor’s painted women on a fan lacks distinctness? Do I call in Zuloaga to put a new head on her? Zuloaga will paint me in a fine head, no doubt; but he is certain to throw out the rest of Condor’s picture. In the realm of painting I much prefer Gaugain to John Lavery, but I should not ask the former to pain a Samoan head on the shoulders of the portrait of ‘Lady Platagenet-Tudor’ by the latter. Consider the diffident reverence with which a great artist like Sir A. Quiller-Couch finished a novel by Stevenson–and always from the master’s notes.”
- “We have pretended that there was no such thing as sex, no such thing as venereal disease, that our publicists were True Believers in Christianity, that our women were pure and our men brave; we have howled down every man who dared to hint the truth: we have sowed the wind of pious phrases, and we must reap the whirlwind of war. It has been the same in every drawer of our cupboard—and now the skeleton is out.”
- “She prayed often. Her brain took refuge in rituals.”