Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Charles BaudelaireIn literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
Charles BaudelaireOur squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Charles BaudelaireIn literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
Charles Baudelaire