ackroyd-mist

March 7, 2025

You say that it is time to shake off the Mist, but Mankind walks in a Mist; that Reason which you cry up as the Glory of this Age is a Proteus and Cameleon that changes its Shape almost in every Man: there is no Folly that may not have a thousand Reasons produc’d to advance it into the Class of Wisdom. Reason itself is a Mist.

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“If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it.”

Anne Carson

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