When wine runs low, it is not worth the sparing;
The worst and least doth to the bottom dive:
Wrong not thy leisure, years vouchsafe, in daring:
But sometimes look into thy grave, alive.
“Last night when we were talking about pure cinema, and I called for a transvaluation of all values, and you said that light was the absence of light — we weren’t communicating then, were we? It was just jargon, wasn’t it? Just noise?”
Donald Barthelme | “L’Lapse”