Voyage to Cythera
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
It was well said of a certain German book es lässt sich nicht lesen - it does not permit itself to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes - die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burthen so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only in the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged.
- Edgar Allan Poe, The Man of The Crowd
Monday, 5 November 2012