Or maybe that has been the point, even the project, of modernity: to abandon the gaze, to give over to the glimpse. Accept that truth is relative, authenticity is personal, and art is the business of broken bits. Admit that the fragment is our totem. And that catching things on the fly, no matter how exhausting, is more real and right than any fullness of classic form.
—Patricia Hampl
The way it was done (Theroux)
Knowledge to them was the parent of malice. Ideas they met with derision, truth with suspicion, and differences with fear. For any other way of life one couldn't raise their temperatures a therm. They lived, they knew, the way it was done...
Alexander Theroux, Darconville's Cat
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