‘…The moment you forget yourself enough to admit another’s humanity, see him as a person and not a symbol—then perhaps—’
‘What is humanity.’
‘You ask the obvious, ha, ha. Humanity is something to destroy.’
‘…The moment you forget yourself enough to admit another’s humanity, see him as a person and not a symbol—then perhaps—’
‘What is humanity.’
‘You ask the obvious, ha, ha. Humanity is something to destroy.’
“‘If naught I give, naught do I take return.
“Ronsard me celebroit!” behold I give
The age-old, age-old fare to fairer fair
And I fare forth into more bitter air;
Though mocked I go, yet shall her beauty live
Till rimes unrime and Truth shall truth unlearn.’”
Ezra Pound | Sonnet in Tenzone