A hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: “You see,” he says, “now that’s formalism.”
“They say it’s flat as sea level and, so far as the eye can tell, it sure looks like it — some great, blunt stub of the earth, level as a table, as if the creator had meant to mimic in dirt and pure planes of real estate the dark ascensions and black declinations of space, all His monotonous deep celestials.”
Stanley Elkin | The Rabbi of Lud