It is of him, ephebe, to make, to confect
The final elegance, not to console
Nor sanctify, but plainly to propound.


Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942) - It Must Be Abstract


It is of him, ephebe, to make, to confect The final elegance, not to console Nor sanctify, but plainly to propound.

It is of him, ephebe, to make, to confect The final elegance, not to console Nor sanctify, but plainly to propound.

It is of him, ephebe, to make, to confect The final elegance, not to console Nor sanctify, but plainly to propound.

It is of him, ephebe, to make, to confect The final elegance, not to console Nor sanctify, but plainly to propound.