A man who belongs to this race must stand up on the high place with
gibberish in his mouth and rip out his entrails. It is right and just,
because he must! And anything that falls short of this frightening
spectacle, anything less shuddering, less terrifying, less mad, less
intoxicated, less contaminating, is not art. The rest is counterfeit. The
rest is human. The rest belongs to life and lifelessness.
- Henry Miller (1891 - 1980), Tropic of Cancer (1934)