Man’s life is a cheat and a disappointment;
All things are unreal,
Unreal or disappointing,
The Catherine wheel, the pantomime cat,
The prizes given at at the children’s party,
The prize awarded for the English Essay,
The scholar’s degree, the statesman’s decoration.
All things become less real, man passes
From unreality to unreality.
This man is obstinate, blind, intent
Passing from deception to deception,
From grandeur to grandeur to final illusion,
Lost in the wonder of his own greatness,
The enemy of society, enemy of himself.
— T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral (via bonjour-tristesse)