“It is like a gigantic Victorian quilt or antimacassar. Or it is the voluminous curtain that fell, belated (with the alarming momentum of a ton or two of personally organized rubbish), upon the Victorian scene. So rich was its delivery, its pent-up outpouring so vehement, that will remain, eternally cathartic, a monument like a record diarhoea. No one who looks
at it will ever want to look
behind it. It is the sardonic catafalque of the Victorian world.” - Wyndham Lewis,
Time and Western Man, Book I, ch. XVI, p. 92.
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