Henry Miller – “Black Spring”

Walking towards the mountain top, I study the rigid outlines of your buildings, which tomorrow will crumple and collapse in smoke. I study your peace programmes which will end in a hail of bullets. I study your glittering shop windows crammed with inventions for tomorrow there will be no use. I study your worn faces hacked with toil, your broken arches, your fallen stomachs. I study you individually and in the swarm – and how you stink all of you!