current reading IV

'Rome, under the Madman's weight, could hardly breathe. The powder dust of crumbling centuries, pressing down heavily on the Past, keeps hidden from us how it was possible that the Madman kept Rome asphyxiated for three years, ten months, and eight days, with the frightful pressure of despotic insanity; the cyclones of Time have levelled the debris and smoothed it with the dust of centuries and yet more centuries, and the riddle will not be answered us.'

-Louis Couperus/De Moord op de Gek inept transl. your humble servant

'They must to keep their certainty accuse
All that are different of a base intent;
Pull down established honour; hawk for news
Whatever their loose fantasy invent
And murmur it with bated breath , as though
The abounding gutter had been Helicon
Or calumny a song. How can they know
Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone,
And there alone, that have no solitude?
So the crowd come they care not what may come.
They have loud music, hope every day renewed
And heartier loves; that lamp is from the tomb.'

-W. B. Yeats/ The Leaders of the Crowd

'But the skylight is like skin for a drum i'll never mend
And all the rain falls down, Amen, on the works
of last year's man.'

-L. Cohen/Last Year's Man