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We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
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W.H. Auden (The Age of Anxiety: A Baroque Eclogue (W.H. Auden: Critical Editions, 7))
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For the others, like me, there is only the flash
Of negative knowledge, the night when, drunk, one
Staggers to the bathroom and stares in the glass
To meet oneβs madness
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W.H. Auden (The Age of Anxiety: A Baroque Eclogue (W.H. Auden: Critical Editions, 7))
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The world needs a wash and a week's rest.
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W.H. Auden (The Age of Anxiety: A Baroque Eclogue (W.H. Auden: Critical Editions, 7))
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We cannot be deaf to the question: 'Do I love this world so well that I have to know how it ends?
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W.H. Auden (The Age of Anxiety: A Baroque Eclogue (W.H. Auden: Critical Editions, 7))
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The wolves will get you if the moths won't.
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W.H. Auden (The Age of Anxiety: A Baroque Eclogue (W.H. Auden: Critical Editions, 7))