The final years of the present century are clearly foreseeable.
Existential frenzies, mindless voices crying "apocalypse" in every quarter, and everywhere the bland, banal triumph of universal ignorance and illiberal ideologies.
There is no doubt this will come to pass, unless circumstances are changed through the transcendent virtues of the arts. And if this is possible, it must begin soon.
Existential frenzies, mindless voices crying "apocalypse" in every quarter, and everywhere the bland, banal triumph of universal ignorance and illiberal ideologies.
There is no doubt this will come to pass, unless circumstances are changed through the transcendent virtues of the arts. And if this is possible, it must begin soon.