I'm reading some Aldous Huxley at the moment, he's a hard fucker to keep up with
i say at the moment, i've been trying to get through it for weeks now
A random page and paragraph.
"Stoical serenity reveals itself in the smooth surfaces, the broad untortured folds of Piero's draperies. Torn between fact and wish, between cynisism and idealism, Bernini tempers the all but caricatural verisimilitude of his faces with enormous sartorial abstractions, which are the embodiment, in stone or bronze, of the everlasting commonplaces of rhetoric"
It can takes a few re-read while stoned