When we talk of wild poetry, we sometimes forget the parallel of wild flowers. They exist to show that a thing may be more modest and delicate for being wild.
—G. K. Chesterton, Chaucer (1932), Collected Works Vol. XVIII
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modest and secret complexity
The fate of a writer is strange. He begins his career by being a baroque writer,
pompously baroque, and after many years, he might attain if the stars are favorable, not simplicity, which is nothing, but rather a modest and secret complexity.
—Jorge Luis Borges, prologue to "The Self and The Other" (1964).
—Jorge Luis Borges, prologue to "The Self and The Other" (1964).
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