Pity the man who sees too deeply
for he alone knows the terrible secret of superficiality.
It is self-preservation that demands we be fickle, and false, and frivolous.
Anybody dependant upon this ‘sorbet of surfaces’ to any extent
must at one time have tried and failed to penetrate beneath it.
Yet to find pleasure in falsifying life’s image,
precisely to the degree in which their own world was spoiled,
can be regarded as the mark of an artist.
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