We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.


Epilogue - The Age of Anxiety (1948)


We would rather be ruined than changed We would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the moment And let our illusions die.

We would rather be ruined than changed We would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the moment And let our illusions die.

We would rather be ruined than changed We would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the moment And let our illusions die.

We would rather be ruined than changed We would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the moment And let our illusions die.