When Apollo stood and sounded the first notes of his lyre, a hush fell. From his strings arose visions of universal love, harmony and happiness, a deep abiding joy in life, and a sense of heaven itself.
Stephen Fry, Mythos [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
The “music of decline” had sounded, as in that wonderful Chinese fable; like a thrumming bass on the organ its reverberations faded slowly out over decades; its throbbing could be heard in the corruption of the schools, periodicals, and universities, in melancholia and insanity among those artists and critics who could still be taken seriously; it raged as untrammeled and amateurish overproduction in all the arts.
Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game: (Magister Ludi) A Novel [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
I had my own mantra: “Always look for the enchanted dildo.” It was one of those things that sounded wise if you didn’t over-think it.
Janus Lovecox, The Enchanted Dildo