Vladimir Nabokov was a writer who cared nothing for music and whose favorite sport was the pursuit, capture, and murder of butterflies. This explains many things; for example, the fact that Nabokov's novels, for all their elegance and wit, resemble nothing so much as butterflies pinned to a board: pretty but dead; symmetrical but stiff.
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Edmund Wilson was our greatest American literary critic because he was more than a literary critic: He was a fearless, even radical judge of the society he lived in. (See, for example, A Piece of My Mind; The Cold War and the Income Tax; the introduction to Patriotic Gore.) Our conventional critics cannot forgive him for those scandalous lapses in good taste.
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Despair leads to boredom, electronic games, computer hacking, poetry, and other bad habits."
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It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world—Nature—is the only means by which we can requite God’s obvious love for it. …Edward Abbey (1927-1989)
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Hunger is the best sauce.
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