Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout -- not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
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