Where age is decay rather than more life.
Where art is encouraged but not recognized.
Where revolt is the strongest of emotions and the weakest of actions.
What do you call this strange place where it is immoral to take life deeply, and moral to be a half-thing?
Where it is beautiful to have theories of living, and ugly to apply them.
Where it is right to dabble and wrong to realize.
Where ignorance is a virtue and knowledge a crime.
Where nature is obscenity and man’s abuse of it purity.
Where philistinism is a habit and intellectual groping a “fad.”