dennis scharnberg

Where have we arrived when the last one who remembers is gone?

Hecuba Gathers,  A Purely Physical World.

The old Marxist pitch:  God doesn’t exist, but “history” does.  Be obedient to history.

Ellis Nobodaddy,  The Theory of Ice.

Then there is the dreadful case of Desmond Tartessos, about whom it was said that he knew a pretty lie when he saw one.

Palmer Dove,  The Edwardian Moment.

We are not punished when we are wrong, but when we are right.

Daniel Brasso,  The Infinite Regress.

It’s not that people are insipid that gets to me.  It’s that they are so shameless in pretending not to be insipid.

Rollin Mungo,  Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.

“Can we create a secret language?”  A better question:  Can we avoid it?

Bertrand Stayne,  Styles of Pretense.

The decision to be an individual leads to what?  To nothing.  Certainly not to individuality.

Mills Verbruggen,  The Isle of Dogs.

Nobody means anything.

Terence Theodore,  Proverbs for a New Era.

Regard the graffiti artist as a paradigm.  But of what?

Gunnar Grimes,  The Persistence of Vision.

A view came to be held that the Revolution is cumulative, not sudden and dramatic.

Benedict Tuttle,  Styles of Mendacity: The Life and Work of Max Horkheimer.