The salvation of art derives in the best of modern times from a celebration of the triumph of the autonomous self-as in Beethoven's Ninth Symphony-and in the worst of times from naming the unspeakable: the strange and feckless movements of the self trying to escape itself. Exhilaration comes from naming the unnameable and hearing it named. If Kafka's Metamorphosis is presently a more accurate account of the self than Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, it is the more exhilarating for being so.
( Walker Percy )
[ Lost in the Cosmos: The Last ]
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