The Child and the Spectacle

As I go on in this life, day by day, I become more of a bewildered child; I cannot get used to this world, to procreation, to heredity, to sight, to hearing; the commonest things are a burthen.  The prim, obliterated, polite surface of life, and the broad, bawdy, and orgiastic –or maenadic– foundations, form a spectacle to which no habit reconciles me.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson, in a letter to a friend

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