A book by Andew Klavan.
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"And I had a vision standing there, and I realized that the world I knew was over, that the best of civilization was done. Europe was sick of itself and done. Its will to greatness was spent. And I thought to myself: There will be no more Raphaels, not ever. No paintings worthy of him, ever again. There'll be no more great operas written, or symphonies composed. No odes like Keats's odes, no plays like Shakespeare's. Never. People will forget how to love them, I thought. They're already forgetting. They're learning to love smaller things, baser things, and they're becoming smaller, baser things themselves. One day they'll squat in circles on the ground and hold the relics of the old treasures in their hands and they'll grunt to one another and say, 'What was this? Who thought that this was good?' Like apes gawking at a broken lyre."
- The Uncanny
