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