Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
“It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! Away with lamentation! Away with elegies and dirges! Away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. But a dance!”
–Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
I guess if I re-read Henry Miller at this point he’d probably seem weirdly sexist. Oh well.
