been reading Milan Kundera's The Art of the Novel, in which I stumbled upon notes on Hermann Broch's The Sleepwalkers. Now I'm intruiged and begging anyone who happens to have a copy of the latter to lend it to me.
Liked these lines in particular: "It is always the adherent of the smaller value system who slays the adherent of the larger system that is breaking up; it is always (s)he, unfortunate wretch, who assumes the role of executioner in the process of value disintegration, and on the day when the trumpets of Judgment sound, it is the (wo)man released from all values who becomes the executioner of a world that has pronounced its own sentence."
Bang!
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