‘I cried like some grandmother, I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn’t know what I wanted to do.’ – Walter E.Kurtz, Apocalypse Now.
The ‘Good Colonel’ is here reacting to a particularly distressing, and at first sight vicious and meaningless, act of war.
However, a culture which can organise the systematic removal of the inoculated arms of its children must have a pretty clear conception of where it is at, of precisely what it means to be there, and also of just how to remain in that place.
‘Good Grief, Charlie Brown…’ – Lucy, Peanuts.
Can grief ever be good?
Charles M. Schulz clearly thought so.
The phrase runs like a litany through Charlie Brown’s debut T. V. outing casting noble failure on all his best efforts, and simultaneously highlighting the noble failure of all life to make any kind of a lasting impression.
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