Our element is unending immaturity. What we think, feel today will unavoidably be silliness to our great grandchildren. It is better then that we should acknowledge today that portion of silliness which time will reveal...We shall soon realize that the most important: is not: to die for ideas, styles, theses, slogans, beliefs; and also not: to solidify and enclose ourselves in them; but something different, it is this: to step back a pace and secure a distance from everything that unendingly happens to us.
How clear it is that we are in living a reactionary time. Even Wood--unlike B.R. Myers--though I cannot imagine he is politically or personally so--reverts to a level of reaction that far surpasses Myers and the New Criterion/Atlantic Monthly crowd (if for no other reason, because he's far better read, more intelligent and by far the superior stylist).
Josopovici again, Singer on the Shore... we have not begun to follow through on, to scratch the surface of what the modernists began. We know that if we were to try to follow them (making ourselves modernist reactionaries)--they have already rejected us! How refreshing! We cannot honor them by imitation, not even by imitating ourselves.
But we can play--if only we can remember how.