Иногда когда смотришь в себя и видишь там только нечеловеческие ужасы, первобытную безжалостность, кажется, что понимаешь слова Моэма:
"It filled him with an emotion which he could not understand or analyse. He felt the awe and the delight which a man might feel who watched the beginning of the world. It was tremendous, sensual, passionate; and yet there was something horrible there too, something which made him afraid. It was the work of a man who had delved into the hidden depths of nature and had discovered secrets which were beautiful and fearful too. It was the work of a man who knew things which it is unholy for men to know. There was something primeval there and terrible. It was not human. It brought to his mind vague recollections of black magic. It was beautiful and obscene."