With the media shutdown for Lent, I've been focussing on art, amongst other things and reading an old book that previously belonged to my grandfather. I never knew he had an interest in art until my mother gave it to me. It's called Painting for All by Mervyn Levy, he was friends with Dylan Thomas, and the book came out in 1958. In the introduction, I came across this passage and thought I would share it with you -
'We have ceased even to make our own pleasures in the context of the
family circle, preferring to squat in the sty of contentment, luxuriously
appointed with every soul-killing device - for that is what the modern ‘civilized’
home has become – while the mind slips cosily into the slime of ‘entertainment’,
softening and crumbling beneath the dead caresses of radio and television,
until we are left with a nation of cows at gates staring with blank eyes into
nothing.-
Mooooo!!!
'We have ceased even to make our own pleasures in the context of the family circle, preferring to squat in the sty of contentment, luxuriously appointed with every soul-killing device - for that is what the modern ‘civilized’ home has become – while the mind slips cosily into the slime of ‘entertainment’, softening and crumbling beneath the dead caresses of radio and television, until we are left with a nation of cows at gates staring with blank eyes into nothing.-
Rather prescient, I think.