Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover doth polish the face of his beloved until he produces a skull.
John UpdikeOur brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books.
John Updike