It has only been four hundred years since Shakespeare, and this is the state of things? Insanity, complete insanity.

Contemporary art, like contemporary literature, theater, music, everything, is almost always completely atrocious.

Oh, contemporary art, contemporary everything… Always giving credit where credit’s due.

Eventually, somebody’s going to have to build upon the Canon and protect actual culture.

There is no future for the Culture.

If long and meandering postmodern zaniness and stale, rip-off modernism are now the Culture, then it is not itself. It has been stricken by dementia. I’m here now to jog its memory one last time and then deliver it to a dignified death.

The Culture, according to Emerson, does not die a dignified death. It’s been stricken by madness, bombarded by strange forces, many of its own making, now out of its control, and it’s started to cannibalize itself.

Pure madness, the Culture more animal than man now, as if stricken by rabies.