If my praise her grace effaces,
Then ’tis not my heart that showeth,
But the skilless tongue that soweth
Words unworthy of her graces.
Tongue, that hath me so betrayed,
Were my heart but here displayed,
Then were sung her fitting praises.
“The time span between the ‘rebel’ — the ‘revolution’ — and total social acceptance is getting shorter and shorter… In the future, you’ll get some radical new ideas, but within 3 minutes it’s totally accepted, and it’s coming out in your local supermarket.”
J. G. Ballard