“Man–man was an animal which thought. By God he paid a price for it! Heaven and hell and conscience. Mystics and dingy chapels smelling of sweat, paranoiacs crazy for power, fakirs and fakers–all the unlovely gang. Christ, what a swindle. What a folly. One wasn’t above it, though–not quite. Part of the horror was built-in; a part was inescapable. Well, there was virtue in knowing it. What could be ducked one ducked, turning a cool intelligence against a foolish world. And what one couldn’t duck at least one could see clearly. Most problems were unreal and all the big ones.”
William Haggard, Venetian Blind
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