From The Magic Mountain, by Thomas Mann, translated by John E. Woods
CONTEMPT
"His opponent's contempt for the love of literary form, he cried, only too plainly revealed a taste for the frenzied barbarism of certain epochs, but without such a love no true humanity was possible. or even conceivable, not now, not ever."
From A Good Soldier
Thursday, March 30, 2017
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