Thursday, March 30, 2017

Daily Dose

From The Magic Mountain, by Thomas Mann, translated by John E. Woods


"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

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