What trifling coil do we poor mortals keep;
Wake, eat, and drink, evacuate, and sleep.
What trifling coil do we poor mortals keep;
Wake, eat, and drink, evacuate, and sleep.
“The ultimate meaning of the angry young man is not known. What is known is the shape of his greatest fear — that all of his efforts, from learning to speak to learning to write, to write well, to write badly, to write angrily, from learning to despise to learning to abominate, to abominate well, to abominate badly, to abominate abominably, to rant, to fulminate, to shout down the sea, to age, to age gracefully, to age awkwardly, to age at all, to think, to regret, to list himself in the newspapers under ‘Lost and Found,’ might culminate in this: a roaring, raging, crazy mad passionate bibliography.”
Donald Barthelme | “The Angry Young Man”