Beauty plus pity—that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.
Nabokov
*"People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own
souls. They will practice Indian yoga and all its exercises, observe a
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