“There are all kinds of truth ... but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.”
- Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood
When a certain stage of responsibility and awareness has been reached by a young banker he is taken to a room lined with family portraits in the middle of which is an ornate gilded toilet. Here he comes every day to defecate surrounded by the family portraits until he realizes that money is s*. And what does the money machine eat to s* it out? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty and above all it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits out quantity. There was a time when the machine ate in moderation from a plentiful larder and what it ate was replaced. Now the machine is eating faster.
Flannery O'Connor's issue wasn't that she was dark; it was that she was sugar-coating reality.