IN AN AGE GONE STALE through the complex of bureaucratic interdependencies, with its tedious labyrinth of technical specializations, each contingent upon the next, and all aimed to converge into a single totality of meaning, it is a refreshing moment indeed when one comes across an area of human endeavour absolutely sufficient unto itself, pure and free, no strings attached – the cherished and almost forgotten l’art pour l’art.
from Twirling at Ole Miss by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) – original publication date 1967.
Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.