Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), on life’s least possible dimensions ::

... that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralise each other, leaving absolute mental liberty. It is then that the plight of being alive becomes attenuated to its least possible dimensions.

Robert Fink, on Repetitive Music ::

... repetitive music provides an acknowledgment, a warning, a defense -- or even just an aesthetic thrill -- in the face of myriad repetitive relationships that, in late-capitalist consumer society, we must all face over and over (and over and over ...). We repeated ourselves into this culture. We might be able to repeat ourselves out.