There should be a word for having the feeling that some things will never change. Perhaps there is one and I just don’t know it, or can’t find it. Perhaps that word is just pessimism. Either way this is not the first time I have been reading a book and it’s contents have struck me as still particularly relevant.
The first instance of this was when I was ploughing through American Psycho. This latest occurrence comes from a book that was published even before that.
“Modern English polite society, my native sphere, seems to me as corrupt as consciousness of culture and absence of honesty can make it. A canting, lie-loving, fact-hating, scribbling, chattering, wealth-hunting, pleasure-hunting, celebrity-hunting mob, that, having lost the fear of hell, and not replaced it by the love of justice, cares for nothing but the lion’s share of the wealth wrung by threat of starvation from the hands of the classes that create it.”